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Step forward: we hear
That you are a good man.


You cannot be bought, but the lightning
Which strikes the house, also
Cannot be bought.
You hold to what you said.
But what did you say?
You are honest, you say your opinion.
Which opinion?
You are brave.
Against whom?
You are wise.
For whom?
You do not consider your personal advantages.
Whose advantages do you consider then?
You are a good friend.
Are you also a good friend of the good people?


Hear us then: we know.
You are our enemy. This is why we shall
Now put you in front of a wall. But in consideration
of your merits and good qualities
We shall put you in front of a good wall and shoot you
With a good bullet from a good gun and bury you
With a good shovel in the good earth.

Interrogation of the Good, by Bertolt Brecht

Filed under interrogation of the good bertolt brecht verhoer des guten philanthropy

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Enlightenment is man’s leaving his self-caused immaturity. Immaturity is the incapacity to use one’s intelligence without the guidance of another. Such immaturity is self-caused if it is not caused by lack of intelligence, but by lack of determination and courage to use one’s intelligence without being guided by another. Sapere Aude! Have the courage to use your own intelligence! is therefore the motto of the enlightenment.
Immanuel Kant, Critique of Pure Reason

Filed under kant enlightenment reason intelligence human nature self determination

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Overload of books… again. Argh. Every time I go to the library to return books, I feel like it’s a wasted trip if I don’t take (quite a bit of) reading home.

Also, completely irrelevant, but am I the only one who finds it frustrating (for those who are still in school, or remember school, etc) when a teacher assigns you to write a creative short story/poem/etc, but tells you to attempt to emulate a certain author we read that year?

Shouldn’t we be writing for ourselves? I dunno.

Filed under writing school books reading library

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Crime and Punishment, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Razumihin:
"What answer had your lecturer in Moscow to make to the question why he was forging notes? 'Everybody is getting rich one way or another, so I want to make haste to get rich too.' I don't remember the exact words, but the upshot was that he wants money for nothing, without waiting or working! We've grown used to having everything ready-made, to walking on crutches, to having our food chewed for us. Then the great hour struck, and every man showed himself in his true colors."

Filed under dostoevsky crime and punishment

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The end result of complete cellular representation is cancer. Democracy is cancerous, and bureaus are its cancer. A bureau takes root anywhere in the state, turns malignant like the Narcotic Bureau, and grows and grows, always reproducing more of its own kind, until it chokes the host if not controlled or excised. Bureaus cannot live without a host, being true parasitic organisms. …Bureaucracy opposites on opposite principle of inventing needs to justify its existence.) Bureaucracy is wrong as a cancer, a turning away from the human evolutionary direction of infinite potentials and differentiation and independent spontaneous action to the complete parasitism of a virus…Bureaus die when the structure of the state collapses. They are as helpless and unfit for independent existences as a displaced tapeworm, or a virus that has killed the host.
from Naked Lunch

Filed under bureaucracy burroughs naked lunch parasitism democracy

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I know this one pusher walks around humming a tune and everybody he passes takes it up. He is so grey and spectral and anonymous they don’t see him and think it is their own mind humming the tune. So the customers come in on “Smiles,” or “I’m in the Mood for Love,” or “They Say We’re Too Young to Go Steady,” or whatever the song is for that day.
fromNaked Lunch, by William Burroughs

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Just started taking anti-depressants for anxiety and depression, (although it’s a trial dosage too low to have any effect at the moment) and am terrified it will make me a different person.

I like me, sometimes. I certainly don’t want to not be me, even if I’m a better me because of it.

Filed under anti-depressants depression anxiety self identity