Tag: antinatalism
The only rational and moral position on giving birth.
And what do those philosophers who oppose our resenting life propose? The forging of new myths such as the übermensch or the deification of human history. However, changing gods won’t make a difference, just as returning to medieval or ancient times won’t make a difference. Eventually, these new myths will die, too, because some of us are intelligent enough to see through them. Read the full page
r/Pessimism, u/SIGPrime
The risks we take during life to ultimately not suffer are due to the original imposition done upon us in birth. Whoever you want to blame, be it your parents, ancestors, or god, someone created you into a life where you must impose to limit suffering.
I suppose one could argue that being a parent could also be necessary to achieve happiness in many cases, but this is a Ponzi scheme sort of arrangement.
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I think I have postpartum depression. It started right after I was born.
From the internet.
Andrew McIntosh – The Point of Pointlessness (Ineffectual Whinging)
[…] that whole insane “get up and go” mentality, starting with the obscenity of the work ethic, squirming as it did like soft stool out of the arsehole of Christianity, condemning us to mindless labour and activity simply for its own sake. Work for its own sake – what kind of fucking numpty thought that was a good idea? Read the full page
How do you name a child? It’s impossible.
If I haven’t already chosen it from the beginning, I could spend days to set for a title for one of my ambient tracks; and I listen to the piece a thousand times to see what it evokes for me. At some point, I have to decide, and I manage to do it because in the end it’s not such an important thing.
But how do you name your children?
It’s actually simple: just live with those lightness and naivety which are exactly those which make you conceive them.
Umberto Galimberti – Interviews and conferences (excerpts)
Schopenhauer is considered a pessimist, of course: every time you don’t praise or exalt “the individual”, you are pessimistic, of course, right?… … Even poor Leopardi is pessimistic, isn’t he? Those who say “pessimism”… I’m like: are you looking at reality, goddammit, or do you really not want to see it? Read the full page
Morally, having children is worse than murder: you create a life out of nothing and you sentence it to suffering for decades.
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Of course everyone knows, on an intellectual level, that they won’t live forever. But that doesn’t mean that they really acknowledge it. Read the full page
The Gift of Life – Astutillo Smeriglia
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The Conspiracy Against the Human Race – A Contrivance of Horror – Thomas Ligotti
The horror handed down to us will be handed down to others like a scandalous heirloom. Being alive: decades of waking up on time, then trudging through another round of moods, sensations, thoughts, cravings—the complete gamut of agitations—and finally flopping into bed to sweat in the pitch of dead sleep or simmer in the phantasmagorias that molest our dreaming minds. Read the full page
Carmelo Bene – Four Moments on the Whole Nothing – 3°: Eros
Poor, poor… Poor lovers! Read the full page
For living on in others, in memories and dreams Is not enough You want everything Another world Where the birds always sing
The Cure – Where the Birds Always Sing
– I can read people’s minds. In my lifetime I have read the pasts, presents, and futures of thousands upon thousands of men and women.
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And each mind that I peered into was stuffed with the same single object of obsession. That selfish and atavistic desire to pass on one’s seed… it was enough to make me sick. Every living thing on this planet exists to mindlessly pass on their DNA. We’re designed that way. And that’s why there is war.
But you… you are different… You’re the same as us. We have no past, no future. We live in the moment. That’s our only purpose.
Humans weren’t designed to bring each other happiness. From the moment we’re thrown into this world, we’re fated to bring each other nothing but pain and misery.
Psycho Mantis’ dying words in “Metal Gear Solid” (PSX)
A coin is examined, and only after careful deliberation, given to a beggar, whereas a child is flung out into the cosmic brutality without hesitation.
Peter Wessel Zapffe – “The Humorous Pessimist”, documentary
[…] for the man to bring home the bacon, for the woman to do the shitwork and provide him with a haven in a heartless world, and for the children to be marched off to youth concentration camps called “schools,” […]
“The Abolition of Work”, Bob Black
The Unbearable Lightness of Being – Milan Kundera
The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on. Read the full page
I was alone in that cemetery overlooking the village when a pregnant woman came in. I left at once, in order not to look at this corpse-bearer at close range, nor to ruminate upon the contrast between an aggressive womb and the time-worn tombs—between a false promise and the end of all promises.
Emil Cioran – The Trouble With Being Born
Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. Read the full page
The Last Messiah – Peter Wessel Zapffe
«Know yourselves – be infertile and let the earth be silent after ye.» Read the full page
Unfortunately, I shall have to say, my mother, why did you conceive me, son of bitterness and sorrow? Why did I not die in the womb? Having come forth from the womb, why did I not perish immediately? Why was I taken up on the knees? Why was I nursed at the breasts? Born to be burnt and to be fuel for the fire? Would that I had been slain in the womb so that my mother might have been my grave and her womb an everlasting conception. For I should have been as if I had not been, brought from the womb to the tomb.
Lotario dei conti di Segni (before becoming Pope Innocent III) – On the Misery of the Human Condition
CHORUS (Str.) Who craves excess of days, Scorning the common span Of life, I judge that man A giddy wight who walks in folly’s ways. For the long years heap up a grievous load, Scant pleasures, heavier pains, Till not one joy remains For him who lingers on life’s weary road And come it slow or fast, One doom of fate Doth all await, For dance and marriage bell, The dirge and funeral knell. Death the deliverer freeth all at last. (Ant.) Not to be born at all Is best, far best that can befall, Next best, when born, with least delay To trace the backward way. For when youth passes with its giddy train, Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils, Pain, pain for ever pain; And none escapes life’s coils. Envy, sedition, strife, Carnage and war, make up the tale of life. Last comes the worst and most abhorred stage Of unregarded age, Joyless, companionless and slow, Of woes the crowning woe.
Sophocles – Oedipus at Colonus (transl. by F. Storr)