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Hedonism as nihilism

[disclaimer - this is not me writing, is just something I had found on the net.]

Hedonism as nihilism

Hedonism, as an attempt to escape the inevitable by burying oneself alive.



But who, nowadays, is not a hedonist up to some point or another, who does not attempt to

escape the eternal questions of existence, the eternal hunger and fearful lust for all that is alive or

dead, by buying more in order to consume more in this endless self-annihilating quest, by that

dreadful longing for fun and more fun as the only remaining road by which reality may be

evaded, the final goal to be aspired for, the last resort to cut off the constant flow of despair, by

subjecting oneself to disciplines alien to oneself, imposed from the outside as to evade

questioning ourselves about this very fear of freedom lurking in our very hearts.



And so the needles’, like nails pick deeper and deeper in the skin, the cigarettes’ smoke get

thicker and thicker accumulating in the chests, the televisions’ screens become more and more

vivid as they blind the eye to the light playing out in the green fields, the music rises louder and

louder as to resemble the rhythmic drums of marching armies, through obedience promising

belonging. And so the mind craves more and more blindness and intoxication, so that his days he

could end, in a numbing descent.





In reality, if one, by an incredible amount of patience, will, and inability to conform, was to

unveil this hedonistic-trend to look under the mask, naught would stand out but a trembling body

and a terrorized face. It is this face, in his yearning for forgetfulness, that veils itself in a

hedonism which, at its core, is slavery supreme.





When the ancients thought of the snake biting its own tail, forming a circle, as the sublime

imprint of existence and the eternal symbol of a universe regenerating itself, not in their darkest

hopes had they ever imagined that knowledge, being able to appreciate the beautiful and create

the aesthetic, could ever be bought at the price of a degeneration that leaves the human race and

with it the earth on the verge of self-annihilation. Not in their bleakest visions, could they have

foreseen myth degenerating into orthodox religion.





Much has changed, much is bound to change.

Random Lyrics for random feelings

Freedom is the wage of sin – Napalm Death

Mandated since none of them knew
How to transcend moral codes that are presumed

Unthinkable?
Inconceivable?
Cower in a corner and keep the heresy stowed

Freedom is the wage of sin

No universal (theoretical) force of influence
Should dictate behavior that we can't handle ourselves

Freedom is the wage of sin

Permission - the abdication of our self-determination

Think... think for a minute
Of centuries of perpetuating
Bloodshed, deception, oppression

Think... think for a minute
Of centuries of subjugating
Martyrs superstitions

The evidence is damning and conclusive -
That intervention
Is not advancing or easing hardships
Still we're strangely so duty-bound


Paths that Cross – Patty Smith

Speak to me
Speak to me heart
I feel a needing
to bridge the clouds
Softly go
A way I wish to know
A way I wish to know

Oh you'll ride
Surely dance
In a ring
Backwards and forwards
Those who seek
feel the glow
A glow we will all know
A glow we will all know

On that day
Filled with grace
And the heart's communion
Steps we take
Steps we trace
Into the light of reunion

Paths that cross
will cross again
Paths that cross
will cross again

Speak to me
Speak to me shadow
I spin from the wheel
nothing at all
Save the need
the need to weave
A silk of souls
that whisper whisper
A silk of souls
that whispers to me

Speak to me heart
all things renew
hearts will mend
round the bend
Paths that cross
cross again
Paths that cross
will cross again

Rise up hold the reins
We'll meet again I don't know when
Hold tight bye bye
Paths that cross
will cross again
Paths that cross
Will cross again



Heaven – Anne Clarke


Every day is heaven
Moves further and further away
Familiar blue eyes I once knew
turn a colder shade of grey
Every day is heaven
Moves further and further away
Familiar words we used to share
Seem so difficult to say
And I am alone
In a world of cold flesh,
cold steel, cold stone
I close up like a clam
And shut the world out with
the slam of a door
To shut out all the
fighting, all the hatred,
all the war
You just cannot stay calm
When your soul screams less
But something always wants more
What for?
Every day as heaven
Moves further and further away
Familiar blue eyes I once knew
turn a colder shade of grey
Every day
Heaven moves further and further away




The whores hustle and the hustles whore – PJ Harvey
Speak to me of universal laws
The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
All around me people bleed
Speak to me your song of greed

Speak to me of your inner charm
Of how you'll keep me safe from harm
I don't think so, I don't see
Speak to me of your inner peace

Little people at the amusement park
City people in the dark
Speak to us, send us a sign
Tell us something to keep us trying

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustler and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core

Speak to me of heroin and speed
Of genocide and suicide, of syphilis and greed
Speak to me the language of love
The language of violence, the language of the heart
This isn't the first time I've asked for money or love
Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough
Speak to me of heroin and speed
Just give me something I can believe

The whores hustle and the hustlers whore
Too many people out of love
The whores hustler and the hustlers whore
This city's ripped right to the core