Crematoryy
Autophagic Loneliness
- Feb 12, 2025
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My greatest desire would be my death. The permanent rest in unconsciousness that erases the darkness with the silence of non-existence. My triumph would be to die: for, in doing so, I would transcend life through negation, renunciation, the abdication of all that exists. Nothing could be more futile than insisting on a life that one does not choose, that one does not control, limited by the concreteness of my own being.
I prefer to forget all the people I have known, or those I never even got to know, because nothing in this world matters, nothing here is worth remembering —not even myself. Leave the food for those who want to eat; leave tomorrow for those who yearn for the future; leave love for those who have always had someone to love and be loved by; leave life for those who want to live, for those who consent.
The value of human life is almost zero. There is no universal value that unifies people, or if there is, it is extremely meager. Some lives are always worth more than others —even if one argues against this—, value is often associated with the capacity for consumption; with the predispositions of the environment, and how it provides resources for individual needs; with the capacity for self-projection and social interconnection. Only at the end of existence does human equality reside, for the mortality of nature is the only thing that everyone has in common.
Everything that precedes death is profoundly unequal: as a multicellular organism; as a brain creating metacognitive experiences (memories); as a cosmos of self-reference that cannot know anything beyond itself.
I prefer to forget all the people I have known, or those I never even got to know, because nothing in this world matters, nothing here is worth remembering —not even myself. Leave the food for those who want to eat; leave tomorrow for those who yearn for the future; leave love for those who have always had someone to love and be loved by; leave life for those who want to live, for those who consent.
The value of human life is almost zero. There is no universal value that unifies people, or if there is, it is extremely meager. Some lives are always worth more than others —even if one argues against this—, value is often associated with the capacity for consumption; with the predispositions of the environment, and how it provides resources for individual needs; with the capacity for self-projection and social interconnection. Only at the end of existence does human equality reside, for the mortality of nature is the only thing that everyone has in common.
