How is one to live a moral and compassionate existence when one is fully aware of the blood, the horror inherent in life, when one finds darkness not only in one's culture but within oneself? If there is a stage at which an individual life becomes truly adult, it must be when one grasps the irony in its unfolding and accepts responsibility for a life lived in the midst of such paradox. One must live in the middle of contradiction, because if all contradiction were eliminated at once life would collapse. There are simply no answers to some of the great pressing questions. You continue to live them out, making your life a worthy expression of leaning into the light.
--Barry Lopez
Monday, June 26, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Fight Club
This is one movie that just engulfed me, held me in a vice-like grip and at the end of it all the only word that escaped my mouth was "Shit!". Same reaction... every single time I see it. Hell, I'd say that this is one of the most quotable movies of all time and these are some of my favourites.
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
"And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct... the people i know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue. You buy furniture... you tell yourself, this is the last sofa i will ever need in my life... buy the sofa, then for a couple of years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled... then the right set of dishes... then the perfect bed... the drapes... the rug... then you're trapped in your lovely nest, the things you used to own, now they own you."
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."
"She was like the crack at the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop licking it... but u can't!"
"It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day. Then, tossed it... like a Christmas tree. So special, then bam!!... it's on the side of the road... tinsel still clinging to it... like a sex crime victim... underwear inside out... bound with electrical tape."
"We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need."
"I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. "
"And then... something happened... I let go... lost in oblivion... dark and silent and complete... I found freedom... loosing all hope is freedom!"
"Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
"And I wasn't the only slave to my nesting instinct... the people i know who used to sit in the bathroom with pornography, now they sit in the bathroom with their IKEA furniture catalogue. You buy furniture... you tell yourself, this is the last sofa i will ever need in my life... buy the sofa, then for a couple of years you're satisfied that no matter what goes wrong, at least you've got your sofa issue handled... then the right set of dishes... then the perfect bed... the drapes... the rug... then you're trapped in your lovely nest, the things you used to own, now they own you."
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world."
"Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken."
"She was like the crack at the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop licking it... but u can't!"
"It's a bridesmaid's dress. Someone loved it intensely for one day. Then, tossed it... like a Christmas tree. So special, then bam!!... it's on the side of the road... tinsel still clinging to it... like a sex crime victim... underwear inside out... bound with electrical tape."
"We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need."
"I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. "
"And then... something happened... I let go... lost in oblivion... dark and silent and complete... I found freedom... loosing all hope is freedom!"
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Adaptable philosophy
If a couple of thousand years are not suddenly sliced away for men and this bridge demolished in order to teach men to begin with the problems of actual life and existence, everything is unhinged. We confuse the existential problem itself with its reflex in the consciousness of all the generations of the learned. The main issue in regard to every existential problem is its significance to me; after that I can see whether or not I am fit to discuss it learnedly.
Soren Kierkegaard.
Journals & Papers, Vol.1 [p453],tr. Hong & Hong, Indiana U.P. 1967.
Soren Kierkegaard.
Journals & Papers, Vol.1 [p453],tr. Hong & Hong, Indiana U.P. 1967.
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