noSuffering
May the Force be with Israel
- May 7, 2023
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Rethinking my life, I understand that altruism is evil - it devours the limited time that I could spend on myself. For many years I helped others, charity, volunteering, but when I myself needed help, no one helped me. If I don't help myself, then no one will help me. Only I can help myself. Life is suffering, the world is a complete hell. It's bad, but that's the way of the world. In hell you can't afford to be weak. Nature is a monster with bloody teeth and claws.
No matter age, gender, orientation, color or number of tentacles - if an entity wants to be smart, strong, brave, rich - I respect that. If the essence justifies stupidity, weakness, cowardice, poverty - I despise it, and I will eat it (or another strong person will eat it). It doesn't matter where I am now, what matters is which direction I'm moving. Walk towards the goal, I can't go - lie towards the goal. Power is not a destination, it is a process. Even if I die a sick and weak old man, I can REMEMBER strength. I am what I think about.
Sport is the foundation of everything. The daily habit of overcoming weakness will bear fruit only after years, but it will inevitably give. Yesterday I did 60 push-ups in a row, not at full amplitude, but for a person who has lived for almost half a century - not bad. Sports would keep me going even when I was feeling really bad. It's like a spinning top/spinning top - if you push it, it will wobble, but it will rise. Also sports - sometimes it's bad, I lie in bed for several days and eat. But there comes a time when I get up in the morning and go outside to training. I didn't force myself, but a well-promoted top/spinning top won't allow me to lie down and be sad for a long time.
In general, I wrote the main thing. And finally, two quotes that I think are important. One of Jack London's books White Fang, about the cruel structure of life. The second is about the most important quality in life - persistence.
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White Fang knew the law well: TO OPPRESS THE WEAK AND OBEY THE STRONG. He ate his share of meat as rapidly as he could. And then woe the dog that had not yet finished! A snarl and a flash of fangs, and that dog would wail his indignation to the uncomforting stars while White Fang finished his portion for him.
Every little while, however, one dog or another would flame up in revolt and be promptly subdued. Thus White Fang was kept in training. He was jealous of the isolation in which he kept himself in the midst of the pack, and he fought often to maintain it. But such fights were of brief duration. He was too quick for the others. They were slashed open and bleeding before they knew what had happened, were whipped almost before they had begun to fight.
As rigid as the sled-discipline of the gods, was the discipline maintained by White Fang amongst his fellows. He never allowed them any latitude. He compelled them to an unremitting respect for him. They might do as they pleased amongst themselves. That was no concern of his. But it WAS his concern that they leave him alone in his isolation, get out of his way when he elected to walk among them, and at all times acknowledge his mastery over them. A hint of stiff-leggedness on their part, a lifted lip or a bristle of hair, and he would be upon them, merciless and cruel, swiftly convincing them of the error of their way.
He was a monstrous tyrant. His mastery was rigid as steel. He oppressed the weak with a vengeance. Not for nothing had he been exposed to the pitiless struggles for life in the day of his cubhood, when his mother and he, alone and unaided, held their own and survived in the ferocious environment of the Wild. And not for nothing had he learned to walk softly when superior strength went by. He oppressed the weak, but he respected the strong. And in the course of the long journey with Grey Beaver he walked softly indeed amongst the full-grown dogs in the camps of the strange man-animals they encountered.
His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetnesses of the spirit did not exist.
He had no affection for Grey Beaver. True, he was a god, but a most savage god. White Fang was glad to acknowledge his lordship, but it was a lordship based upon superior intelligence and brute strength.
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"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race. ― Calvin Coolidge"
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Be rich or die trying.
No matter age, gender, orientation, color or number of tentacles - if an entity wants to be smart, strong, brave, rich - I respect that. If the essence justifies stupidity, weakness, cowardice, poverty - I despise it, and I will eat it (or another strong person will eat it). It doesn't matter where I am now, what matters is which direction I'm moving. Walk towards the goal, I can't go - lie towards the goal. Power is not a destination, it is a process. Even if I die a sick and weak old man, I can REMEMBER strength. I am what I think about.
Sport is the foundation of everything. The daily habit of overcoming weakness will bear fruit only after years, but it will inevitably give. Yesterday I did 60 push-ups in a row, not at full amplitude, but for a person who has lived for almost half a century - not bad. Sports would keep me going even when I was feeling really bad. It's like a spinning top/spinning top - if you push it, it will wobble, but it will rise. Also sports - sometimes it's bad, I lie in bed for several days and eat. But there comes a time when I get up in the morning and go outside to training. I didn't force myself, but a well-promoted top/spinning top won't allow me to lie down and be sad for a long time.
In general, I wrote the main thing. And finally, two quotes that I think are important. One of Jack London's books White Fang, about the cruel structure of life. The second is about the most important quality in life - persistence.
_________
White Fang knew the law well: TO OPPRESS THE WEAK AND OBEY THE STRONG. He ate his share of meat as rapidly as he could. And then woe the dog that had not yet finished! A snarl and a flash of fangs, and that dog would wail his indignation to the uncomforting stars while White Fang finished his portion for him.
Every little while, however, one dog or another would flame up in revolt and be promptly subdued. Thus White Fang was kept in training. He was jealous of the isolation in which he kept himself in the midst of the pack, and he fought often to maintain it. But such fights were of brief duration. He was too quick for the others. They were slashed open and bleeding before they knew what had happened, were whipped almost before they had begun to fight.
As rigid as the sled-discipline of the gods, was the discipline maintained by White Fang amongst his fellows. He never allowed them any latitude. He compelled them to an unremitting respect for him. They might do as they pleased amongst themselves. That was no concern of his. But it WAS his concern that they leave him alone in his isolation, get out of his way when he elected to walk among them, and at all times acknowledge his mastery over them. A hint of stiff-leggedness on their part, a lifted lip or a bristle of hair, and he would be upon them, merciless and cruel, swiftly convincing them of the error of their way.
He was a monstrous tyrant. His mastery was rigid as steel. He oppressed the weak with a vengeance. Not for nothing had he been exposed to the pitiless struggles for life in the day of his cubhood, when his mother and he, alone and unaided, held their own and survived in the ferocious environment of the Wild. And not for nothing had he learned to walk softly when superior strength went by. He oppressed the weak, but he respected the strong. And in the course of the long journey with Grey Beaver he walked softly indeed amongst the full-grown dogs in the camps of the strange man-animals they encountered.
His outlook was bleak and materialistic. The world as he saw it was a fierce and brutal world, a world without warmth, a world in which caresses and affection and the bright sweetnesses of the spirit did not exist.
He had no affection for Grey Beaver. True, he was a god, but a most savage god. White Fang was glad to acknowledge his lordship, but it was a lordship based upon superior intelligence and brute strength.
___________
"Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan Press On! has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race. ― Calvin Coolidge"
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Be rich or die trying.
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