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Created on 2003-09-30 19:27:56 (#1360946), last updated 2003-12-27
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Basic Info| Name: | Alyssa |
|---|---|
| Birthdate: | 08-07 |
| Location: | Misery, Missouri, United States |
Bio Why do you think you think? Thought is a primitive superstition. Reason is an irrational idea. The childish notion that we are able to think has been mankind’s costliest error. What you think you think is an illusion created by your glands, your emotions, and, in the last analysis, by the content of your stomach. The gray matter you’re so proud of is like a mirror in an amusement park which transmits to you nothing but distorted signals from a reality forever beyond your grasp. The more certain you feel of your rational conclusions, the more certain you are to be wrong. Your brain being an instrument of distortion, the more active the brain the greater the distortion.
The giants of the intellect, whom you admire so much, once taught you that the earth was flat and that the atom was the smallest particle of matter. The entire history of science is in a progression of exploded fallacies, not of achievements. The more we know, the more we learn that we know nothing.
A scientist knows that a stone is not a stone at all. It is, in fact, identical with a feather pillow. Both are only a close formation of the same invisible, whirling particles. But, you say, you can’t use a stone for a pillow? Well, that merely proves your helplessness in the face of actual reality.
If you have not yet heard, my dear old-fashioned friends, it has now been proven that the rational is the insane. Do not expect consistency. Everything is a contradiction of everything else. Nothing exists but contradictions. Do not look for “common sense” To demand ‘sense’ is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense. The only crusaders for “sense” are the studious type of adolescent old maids who can’t find a boyfriend, and the old-fashioned shopkeeper who thinks that the universe is as simple as his neat little inventory and beloved cash register. Let us break the chains of the prejudice called Logic. Are we going to be stopped by a syllogism?
So, you think you’re sure of your opinions? You cannot be sure of anything. Are you going to run risks and court disasters—at a precarious time like ours—by opposing the existing social order in the name of those imaginary notions of yours which you call your convictions? For the sake of the mirage of thinking you think? You say that you’re sure you’re right? Nobody is right, or ever can be. You feel that the world around you is wrong? You have no means to know it. Everything is wrong in human eyes—so why fight it? Don’t argue. Accept. Adjust yourself.
..........Can you see the glaring contradictions in everything?
The man who doesn’t deserves to believe it.
.......Atlas Shrugged.
The giants of the intellect, whom you admire so much, once taught you that the earth was flat and that the atom was the smallest particle of matter. The entire history of science is in a progression of exploded fallacies, not of achievements. The more we know, the more we learn that we know nothing.
A scientist knows that a stone is not a stone at all. It is, in fact, identical with a feather pillow. Both are only a close formation of the same invisible, whirling particles. But, you say, you can’t use a stone for a pillow? Well, that merely proves your helplessness in the face of actual reality.
If you have not yet heard, my dear old-fashioned friends, it has now been proven that the rational is the insane. Do not expect consistency. Everything is a contradiction of everything else. Nothing exists but contradictions. Do not look for “common sense” To demand ‘sense’ is the hallmark of nonsense. Nature does not make sense. Nothing makes sense. The only crusaders for “sense” are the studious type of adolescent old maids who can’t find a boyfriend, and the old-fashioned shopkeeper who thinks that the universe is as simple as his neat little inventory and beloved cash register. Let us break the chains of the prejudice called Logic. Are we going to be stopped by a syllogism?
So, you think you’re sure of your opinions? You cannot be sure of anything. Are you going to run risks and court disasters—at a precarious time like ours—by opposing the existing social order in the name of those imaginary notions of yours which you call your convictions? For the sake of the mirage of thinking you think? You say that you’re sure you’re right? Nobody is right, or ever can be. You feel that the world around you is wrong? You have no means to know it. Everything is wrong in human eyes—so why fight it? Don’t argue. Accept. Adjust yourself.
..........Can you see the glaring contradictions in everything?
The man who doesn’t deserves to believe it.
.......Atlas Shrugged.
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