Easy Is The Descent To Hell

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Facilis descensus Auerno:
noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis;
sed reuocare gradum superasque euadere ad auras,
hoc opus, hic labor est.

(Easy is the descent to Avernus: the entrance of black Dis lies open day and night; but to regain your step and escape to the sky above, this is the task, this the struggle.)

 

– Aeneid VI.126-129

 

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Despair

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…it would be accurate to say that despair is the most precious sickness known to man, and so there is no reason to despair…if you are suffering from ‘existential despair’, since this is potentially your ‘ticket’ to freedom.

 

– Michael Watts, Kierkegaard

 

 

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Modern Civilization

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From the perspective of Zen, Advaita, and other non-dual perspectives, modern people can become addicted to the constant streams of information and distractions provided by modern civilization. This addiction can lead to a sense of restlessness and anxiety, preventing individuals from cultivating the stillness and awareness necessary for recognizing their true nature.

 

– ChatGPT

 

 

 

 

 

Protecting The System

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The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you’re inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it.

 

– Morpheus (The Matrix)

 

 

 

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The Magic Theater

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I tried to open the door, but the heavy old latch would not stir. The display too was over. It had suddenly ceased, sadly convinced of its uselessness. I took a few steps back, landing deep into the mud, but no more letters came. The display was over. For a long time I stood waiting in the mud, but in vain. Then, when I had given up and gone back to the alley, a few colored letters were dropped here and there, reflected on the asphalt in front of me. I read: FOR MADMEN ONLY!

 

– Hermann Hesse

 

 

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