THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL

 

Stream of consciouness or lame attempt at a blog

Le fou se réjouit a la manifestation de ses pensées.

Ce n'est pas à l'intelligence que l'insensé prend plaisir, C'est à la manifestation de ses pensées.

A fool hath no delight in understanding, but that his heart may discover itself.

One thing Elon Musk said recently is that he was looking a lot when he was younger for THE MEANING OF LIFE

and then he realised like Douglas Adams that

we were ASKING THE WRONG QUESTION(S)

Anyone knows anyway that it is 42 :P

The meaning of life at this very moment is to sit here under the fan in this 32 degrees weather listening to Mozart and try not to worry too much about the meaning of life or its lack thereof.

I get way too down browsing too much internet
and I certainly CANNOT agree with Satchmo
that it IS a wonderful world.

Then again I sometimes vaguely realise that my perception of the world is not gospel truth or science and is a valid or as invalid as any of the 8 billion different perceptions of the world.

To quote/ paraphrase Lenny Bruce

Let me tell you the truth. The truth is what is, and what should be is a fantasy. A terrible, terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.

Let me tell you the world. 

The world is what is, 

and what should be is a fantasy. 

A terrible, terrible lie that someone gave to the people long ago.

Even History is NOT the truth therefore not the world.

But still to go along with Mike and the Mechanics aphorism here

Every generation

Blames the one before

And all of their frustrations

Come beating on your door

But as I am getting older I sometimes am glad I only got a few years left on this journey.

I relate more and more to this old Futurama meme:

I DON'T TO LIVE ON THIS PLANET ANYMORE

Everything is too tiring, exhausting, just knocking the wind and the will to live out of one every day.

I love that quote I just read from Simone de Beauvoir

La mort semble bien moins terrible, quand on est fatigué. 

Death seems much less terrible when one is tired

~Simone de Beauvoir

I miss some of the old days when one could speak and jester and joke; when minorities did not control you somehow???
We keep talking about democracy
(even though I doubt there is such a thing)
as if it was the Elysium, the cat's meow of all ideologies
 and yet one is cancelled, lapidated, discounted at the least word by what is but a fringe of society:
 an ideology that has taken way too much power
a little bit like the kings and bishops and the Holy Inquisition of old that could kill with a word.

Diversity if you ask me is an aberration. 

It has taken flight over more decent approaches 

like meritocracy which has never really succeeded 

since what really rules the world is 

nepotism, oligarchy and plain old BRIBES.

Replacing a mistake from the past
by a mistake from the present
is STILL a mistake.

All this Huxleyan traffic too is just mind boggling I nearly puke every time I hear the words influencers or content creator FFS.
 Yet some of those are millionaires
as if OnlyFans was a mark of $ucce$$!!!

Half wits with a camera and an internet connection now have their own soapbox and like P.T. Barnum will always have a number of fans to follow them. 

I think the sucker ratio of 1 per minute has exponentially grown when you get close to 8 billion possible followers.

The thing is and this is a subject, a metaphor, an allegory that I have referred to many many times:

Yet in this humongous PILE OF STINKING MANURE once in a while one finds a very nice pearl but yet the stench that sticks to you afterward makes the find a little less pleasurable.

Well there is no sense of smell in the grave if that is a relief now.

Also their love, and their hatred, and their envy, is now perished; neither have they any more a portion for ever in any thing that is done under the sun. Ecc 9:6

10 Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with all your might, for in the realm of the dead, where you are going, there is neither working nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom.

As he said just before that THE DEAD KNOW NOTHING AT ALL

and that to me sometimes is a RELIEF

the Great Equalizer:
Saviour of us all
and of the planet too

KNOWING IS FUCKING EXHAUSTING

Seeing is exhausting

Hearing is exhausting

and as he said again quoted in  previous blogs

Studying is exhausting

a weariness of the flesh 

and in this post-truth too much information age the well is just way too fucking deep and too fucking dark.

There you go little meaningless blog another nothc to you 

I feel better, for all it is worth, writing a blog than doing anything else really prolly as useless and meaningless as anything else I do but still

maybe I am a content creator too??? 

FUCK FORBID! :P