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I often remind myself that we’re all puppets trapped in a decomposing cage of flesh and bone, with a million desires whirling around us at all times like sirens attempting to lure us to our doom. That these desires are nothing but the conjured demons of economics, society, and evolution and while they promise fulfillment they will only use you to their own ends, increasing their strength over you, leaving you a slave and a broken human. The world of phenomena is a test, projected by the noumena, and to conquer it you must conquer yourself.

Although I might try to convince myself that life has some external value, after a night drinking with “friends” or a sexual encounter with woman, it quickly becomes apparent that most friends are not worth having, and that woman’s sexual desires are so perverse and banal that their even having desired you bears the weight of a bad conscience. What man does not disgrace himself by submitting to a woman’s desires? He becomes a fool, a brute, a scoundrel, a cuckhold, all at once— and looses himself in the process. What man benefits from society? He devoured his life’s work to the machinations of warfare and industry, he trampled the earth, he becomes bound up in stories told to gullible children, he is sold slavery and like an idiot wears his chains with pride.

Service originates in the Latin word "Servi”, meaning slave. That’s what society, friends, woman the whole world, asks from you, your slavery. In English, the familiar for of “you”, “thou”, has long since died from the language. For those lonely men in Anglo countries seeking company, this should be (with honest reflection) enough proof that you will never find it. We live in a civilizational world-spirit which lacks even the words to express friendship, closeness.

There are two things in life worth their weight in gold: freedom and silence. How many men exchange these treasures for paper? Or for a soft touch of flesh? Or for some false sense of meaning to disguise their emptiness?

In books, there is the peace of forming a genuine connection with another person. If you cannot read, write. If you cannot write, read. If you are still lonely, hire a whore; it is less demeaning and less expensive than going to clubs. Logos is the breaking free of the soul from the flesh, embrace this and turn your eyes from the treachery of desire.

>Let me tell you all about women, love, and relationships...

>>20198429
I often remind myself that we’re all puppets trapped in a decomposing cage of flesh and bone, with a million desires whirling around us at all times like sirens attempting to lure us to our doom. That these desires are nothing but the conjured demons of economics, society, and evolution and while they promise fulfillment they will only use you to their own ends, increasing their strength over you, leaving you a slave and a broken human. The world of phenomena is a test, projected by the noumena, and to conquer it you must conquer yourself.

Although I might try to convince myself that life has some external value, after a night drinking with “friends” or a sexual encounter with woman, it quickly becomes apparent that most friends are not worth having, and that woman’s sexual desires are so perverse and banal that their even having desired you bears the weight of a bad conscience. What man does not disgrace himself by submitting to a woman’s desires? He becomes a fool, a brute, a scoundrel, a cuckhold, all at once— and looses himself in the process. What man benefits from society? He devoured his life’s work to the machinations of warfare and industry, he trampled the earth, he becomes bound up in stories told to gullible children, he is sold slavery and like an idiot wears his chains with pride.

Service originates in the Latin word "Servi”, meaning slave. That’s what society, friends, woman the whole world, asks from you, your slavery. In English, the familiar for of “you”, “thou”, has long since died from the language. For those lonely men in Anglo countries seeking company, this should be (with honest reflection) enough proof that you will never find it. We live in a civilizational world-spirit which lacks even the words to express friendship, closeness.

There are two things in life worth their weight in gold: freedom and silence. How many men exchange these treasures for paper? Or for a soft touch of flesh? Or for some false sense of meaning to disguise their emptiness?

In books, there is the peace of forming a genuine connection with another person. If you cannot read, write. If you cannot write, read. If you are still lonely, hire a whore; it is less demeaning and less expensive than going to clubs. Logos is the breaking free of the soul from the flesh, embrace this and turn your eyes from the treachery of desire.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theatre before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin. It is a blessing that we do not know what is really going to happen. Could we foresee it, there are times when children might seem like innocent prisoners, condemned, not to death, but to life, and as yet all unconscious of what their sentence means. Nevertheless, every man desires to reach old age; in other words, a state of life of which it may be said: “It is bad to-day, and it will be worse to-morrow; and so on till the worst of all.”

Young Schoppy

MOOOOOOOOOOOM. WHERE'S MY FUCKING CHOCOLATE MILK?!!!

I'm a very uneducated man but isn't the Epistemology in the first book of The World as Will the one the modern masses subscribe to correct? Basically his idea of representation, subject/object etc. This is how most people view the world obviously not in a complicated philosophical way but just how science goes over how the brain works and how we view objects.

Did Schop meditate? I did some light googling but couldn't find anything conclusive. I know he read the Upanishads a lot, but did he practice meditation too?

Stop reading books, start thinking.

Ok honestly it seems to me that his whole “denying the will to live” is just cope

Why? He only “denies” things he can’t get. He wanted sex with hot young girls and couldn’t get it. So it’s not actually denying anything, just coping.

If he really wanted to deny the will to live he lay naked on concrete floor all day and eat nothing but raw potatoes. But he actually lived a comfortable life and had a nice house, had pets, ate good food, drank, socialized, etc.

How do I control the will?

> One can see this especially in how much he praises physiognomy despite being an ugly motherfucker; I bet he saw a chad when he looked in the mirror.
You're judging him as an old man which isn't really fair. He looked pretty good young.
>inb4 "he subjectively doesn't look good to me"

Why was this lil nigga so pessimistic? He was wealthy and attractive.

What do you guys think of Schopenhauer's 38 strategies to win an argument?
>Extension
>Homonymy
>Generalize Your Opponent's Specific Statements
>Conceal Your Game
>False Propositions
>Postulate What Has to Be Proved
>Yield Admissions Through Questions
>Make Your Opponent Angry
>Questions in Detouring Order
>Take Advantage of the Nay-Sayer
>Generalize Admissions of Specific Cases
>Choose Metaphors Favourable to Your Proposition
>Agree to Reject the Counter-Proposition
>Claim Victory Despite Defeat
>Use Seemingly Absurd Propositions
>Arguments Ad Hominem
>Defense Through Subtle Distinction
>Interrupt, Break, Divert the Dispute
>Generalize the Matter, Then Argue Against it
>Draw Conclusions Yourself
>Meet Him With a Counter-Argument as Bad as His
>Petitio principii
>Make Him Exaggerate His Statement
>State a False Syllogism
>Find One Instance to the Contrary
>Turn the Tables
>Anger Indicates a Weak Point
>Persuade the Audience, Not the Opponent
>Diversion
>Appeal to Authority Rather Than Reason
>"This Is Beyond Me"
>Put His Thesis into Some Odious Category
>It Applies in Theory, but Not in Practice
>Don't Let Him Off the Hook
>Will Is More Effective Than Insight
>Bewilder Your opponent by Mere Bombast
>A Faulty Proof Refutes His Whole Position
>Become Personal, Insulting, Rude

Another reminder to Neechfags that Nietzsche loved circumcised cock, and wanted anyone who didn't share his taste for circumcised cock to be shot:
>Yet I ask in the future not to provide me with these [anti-Semitic] mailings: I fear, in the end, for my patience. Believe me: this abominable “wanting to have a say” of noisy dilettantes about the value of people and races, this subjection to “authorities” who are utterly rejected with cold contempt by every sensible mind (e.g., E. Dühring, R. Wagner, Ebrard, Wahrmund, P. de Lagarde—who among these in questions of morality and history is the most unqualified, the most unjust?), these constant, absurd falsifications and rationalizations of vague concepts “germanic,” “semitic,” “aryan,” “christian,” “German”—all of that could in the long run cause me to lose my temper and bring me out of the ironic benevolence with which I have hitherto observed the virtuous velleities and pharisaisms of modern Germans.
>You have committed one of the greatest stupidities—for yourself and for me! Your association with an anti-Semitic chief expresses a foreignness to my whole way of life which fills me again and again with ire or melancholy. (Christmas 1887: Letter to Elisabeth Förster-Nietzsche)
>Although you have so far shown little belief in my solvency, I still hope to prove that I am someone who pays his debts – for example against you... I'll just have all anti-Semites shot... (Turin, around January 4, 1889: letter to Franz Overbeck)
Nietzsche's life-affirmation amounts to:
>Simping for Lou Salomé
>Guzzling cum à la Shalom
So again, ditch the (((atheist))) cuck, and get with an atheist chad (pic related).

A reminder to all Neechfags that Nietzsche loved circumcised cock, and wanted anyone who didn't share his taste for circumcised cock to be shot. When he wasn't simping for Lou Salomé, he was guzzling cum à la Shalom.
Needless to say, why waste your time with an (((atheist))) cuck, when you can get with an atheist chad (pic related)?

>>17346868
Cope, Schopenhauer was a Chad.

What are some writers similar to Schopenhauer (PBUH) ?

I was walking outside and of course I catched conversations from random people. Everytime there was couple and I listened what the woman said I tried to imagine what it would be like if the exact same thing was said by a child. And everytime it fitted PERFECTLY.
While the things the men said were not childlike.

Wtf this fucking guy was right.

Post your top three philosophers and anons make assumptions about you. I'll start with the edgy 4chan user classic: Schopenhauer, Cioran, Zapffe