#comradewisdom

[comradewisdom]

It’s no wonder we torture ourselves between past and so many nightmares to-be; Where is ‘now’?—they ask, so split asunder by what dreadfully was and will doubtfully be.

Winston

[comradewinston]

Fate's a bitch but if you fall in love with him—be who you are, true—fate'll find someone to fall in love with you.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Death demands confrontation with one of those most essential of truths: You are part of nature, not apart from it. Everything else is denial.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Change for love; love thyself. Change for resentment; resent thyself.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Hate as if none will know your revenge, and love as if none will know your affection; They will.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

I fully expect every religion to die as all men do, and that of him does. Let man make shadows upon cave walls, they will grow bored and conquer the sky if only out of boredom. Such is life’s mandate: that it love being even when it fails to, and realizes it were all those gods hitherto.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Happiness is the daughter of Suffering, birthed by Joy.

[comradewinston]

I move as if a wound, not a man—much less an Emperor. A yearning, sort of forlorn energy. So many unmarked a buried daydream, made suffocating nightmares. To sing in the wind, dance with the tide... One cannot—not with lungs full of dirt.

[comradewisdom]

Never apologize for thy existence, and warm others such that they'd be embarrassed to.

[comradewinston]

In a world of profilicity, the song is a scream, and the dancer a writhing mass.

[comradewinston]

If a love’s worth a damn, love can sleep and awaken again in whatever way its welcome.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Science Morality

Contradiction internal is a mammalian misunderstanding of the context. Sparks of friction are flung hither and dither, to what sense—what a canvas the conscious!—man hitherto has lent-upon trusting notions of cause and effect. Lucky—so some are, to have distrusted much that this too can be added to their procession of doubt, horizon-obscured; man finds almost too much danger here, ready to throw-up their hands one last time and never ‘cause’ again for ‘effect’ is seen slurped—spaghettified by an event horizon—predated upon, by that most uncaring cosmos! This is the nihilism of determinism, when man has given-up on their hunt; the predator, they moralize in math, is infinite and therefore True. Man’s hunger, calculated by morality of science: False.

[comradewisdom]

Stoicism bid man become the striding boulder. Rarely though—how often does this man show anymore in the way of integrity or vitality, than say, the pebble?

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Fate's current, carry you kindly.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

My friends, there is only now—and everything else is now! What 'was' or 'will' are simply occupying perfectly good now.

Winston

[comradewisdom]

Must the fires of Hell not rival Heaven's light? Such that it is, so Christian a delight!

Winston