Is this the right place(?) to post random thoughts?

[Chailatte_]

"Good evening everyone, first of all, I'm not sure if this is the right place to share random thoughts (is there a section?). Does anyone else enjoy writing their thoughts or reflections? Would you like to share them?"

"Humans: A Fragile Story

We are humans, we are humans, we are humans—what makes us human? To be human means not being honest, not with oneself, rarely with others. Being human means fear, simplicity, concrete, earth, touch, speak, communicate, suffer. To be human means to fear oblivion, to forget, and to be forgotten.

To forget is the opposite of remembering. Being human is opposition. Remember? Forget. I want to be remembered because I fear being forgotten. Forgotten. What does it mean to forget? It means abstraction. An abstract place, not concrete, made but undone—the cemetery of thoughts, people, obligations.

We don't know what forgetting is, much less what it means to be it. That's why we fear being forgotten—it's the sensation of novelty, the unknown, diversity that frightens us. The abstraction of forgetting is too vast to be thinkable.

What place is this? How do we get there? How do we get out? Why do we end up there? So, we seek the secret of eternal life, believe in God, in something that makes our uncertain 'after' a bit more concrete. We believe in reincarnation, in an endless cycle. We believe in immortality, that we ourselves are events of physics. Let's reassure ourselves, touch forgetting and give it the form that suits us, that reassures us—the form of our hopes.

Is it all beautiful? Romantic, poetic, decadent, dark but fascinating? No. It's a carnage among beings constantly trying not to be forgotten at the cost of trampling over others, at the cost of throwing other people into abstraction. We are a band of egoists. A band of narcissists, with an ego that goes hand in hand with our need not to be thrown into abstraction—a mad, unpredictable, petty, sadistic ego.

Human beings are an appearance of fragile and decadent beauty. In reality, as beauty decays, so does the spirit, principles, and morality. It's not a defenseless beauty; it's dangerous, cruel, perverse, wrong. Human beings are a rainbow of too many colors, 100 shades of blacks and grays under apparent bright, vivid, almost childlike colors."

 

[Tom]

Did you know in the 60's even cartoons were used to advertize cigerettes?

 

[The Pandector]

"Good evening everyone, first of all, I'm not sure if this is the right place to share random thoughts (is there a section?). Does anyone else enjoy writing their thoughts or reflections? Would you like to share them?"

"Humans: A Fragile Story

We are humans, we are humans, we are humans—what makes us human? To be human means not being honest, not with oneself, rarely with others. Being human means fear, simplicity, concrete, earth, touch, speak, communicate, suffer. To be human means to fear oblivion, to forget, and to be forgotten.

To forget is the opposite of remembering. Being human is opposition. Remember? Forget. I want to be remembered because I fear being forgotten. Forgotten. What does it mean to forget? It means abstraction. An abstract place, not concrete, made but undone—the cemetery of thoughts, people, obligations.

We don't know what forgetting is, much less what it means to be it. That's why we fear being forgotten—it's the sensation of novelty, the unknown, diversity that frightens us. The abstraction of forgetting is too vast to be thinkable.

What place is this? How do we get there? How do we get out? Why do we end up there? So, we seek the secret of eternal life, believe in God, in something that makes our uncertain 'after' a bit more concrete. We believe in reincarnation, in an endless cycle. We believe in immortality, that we ourselves are events of physics. Let's reassure ourselves, touch forgetting and give it the form that suits us, that reassures us—the form of our hopes.

Is it all beautiful? Romantic, poetic, decadent, dark but fascinating? No. It's a carnage among beings constantly trying not to be forgotten at the cost of trampling over others, at the cost of throwing other people into abstraction. We are a band of egoists. A band of narcissists, with an ego that goes hand in hand with our need not to be thrown into abstraction—a mad, unpredictable, petty, sadistic ego.

Human beings are an appearance of fragile and decadent beauty. In reality, as beauty decays, so does the spirit, principles, and morality. It's not a defenseless beauty; it's dangerous, cruel, perverse, wrong. Human beings are a rainbow of too many colors, 100 shades of blacks and grays under apparent bright, vivid, almost childlike colors."

Not a literary critic, but none of the single button responses work for this one. Very evocative. Kind of like I expect more bitterness but it melts into stoicism.

Thanks for sharing.

 

[Aspychata]

Being Human, sounds complicated, and perverse, but yet we all keep trying. I like the fact you allowed the ego to command the room, but then you soften the blow with a rainbow of thoughts of the afterlife.

 

[thejuice]

Reminds me of a quote which goes something like: We suffer three deaths, first is when the body ceases to function, second when we are consigned to the grave and third when our name is spoken for the last time.

 

[Neri]

Sounds kind of Gnostic, as in the first century Gnostics, too. Some of those thought we, humans, were a mistake made by "Sophia" which is what the early Christians called "The Holy Spirit" renamed by the Romans.

It sounds dark, but has a ring of truth to it, too.

Also you write beautifully.
Inspiring, poetic, prose.

 

[Chailatte_]

Reminds me of a quote which goes something like: We suffer three deaths, first is when the body ceases to function, second when we are consigned to the grave and third when our name is spoken for the last time.

Reminds me of a quote which goes something like: We suffer three deaths, first is when the body ceases to function, second when we are consigned to the grave and third when our name is spoken for the last time.

It took me a while because the translation required some time.
Is only the first part (the text is very long and I continue working on it, adding and removing pieces), there are hints about the painting I created (when I mention golden sections, etc.), I chose to keep them because they fit well in the context. If you find any errors, lack of meaning, or loss of depth, it is due to the Italian-English translation.I've done my best to preserve some of the original depth, but I never know to what extent the translation reaches for a native speaker.


Soo here we are with social gravity:

Just as in nature, gravity pulls bodies downward, so in society, decisions made at the top reverberate downward. The social pyramid is the result of the gravitational force's effect on the population, classified based on certain characteristics and the weight it carries within the pyramid. This classification rests on material, ethnic, cultural, and gender-related foundations. The pyramid and gravity concept can be applied on both a grand and small scale, from the global population to a group of individuals, a workplace, or a family. The forces applied are relative to one's position within the pyramid: the higher one is, the less they will be affected by those above, and the lower one is, the more they will be impacted by those higher. This is rooted in the concept of physics where greater weight and distance result in a more significant impact. For instance, if I am at the bottom of the pyramid, an imaginary heavy object thrown at me would cause more harm than if thrown at someone just above me. If I were at the bottom and something large hit me, it's because it originated from a point deemed "large" (the golden section). In this case, the mass is the golden part, and the position determines greater distance, velocity, and consequently, a more substantial impact.


Contradiction and Paradox of Comfort: (Some parts are missing as I'm still evaluating them, and the text may appear incomplete.)

In essence, what happens at the top will resonate below, and what is received at the top will arrive as mere crumbs below. The greater the distance, the greater the impact—more damage (length understood as the difference within the social hierarchy). For instance, if I drop an apple from a table, it's unlikely to break; if I drop it from a 20-meter building, it will certainly break. This is what occurs in the social hierarchy: the lower one is, the higher the likelihood of serious repercussions for decisions made above. As you descend, the distance lengthens, and consequently, the magnitude and gravity of the damage's ripple effect. The higher one is, the less damage they will incur (table- apple analogy).

 

[Chailatte_]

Sounds kind of Gnostic, as in the first century Gnostics, too. Some of those thought we, humans, were a mistake made by "Sophia" which is what the early Christians called "The Holy Spirit" renamed by the Romans.

It sounds dark, but has a ring of truth to it, too.

Also you write beautifully.
Inspiring, poetic, prose.

Thank you very much! I appreciate your compliments. I'm not familiar with the Gnostics, but you've piqued my curiosity, and I'll look into it. Thanks for imparting a new notion to me.

 

[lovely_darlingprettybaby]

"Good evening everyone, first of all, I'm not sure if this is the right place to share random thoughts (is there a section?). Does anyone else enjoy writing their thoughts or reflections? Would you like to share them?"

"Humans: A Fragile Story

We are humans, we are humans, we are humans—what makes us human? To be human means not being honest, not with oneself, rarely with others. Being human means fear, simplicity, concrete, earth, touch, speak, communicate, suffer. To be human means to fear oblivion, to forget, and to be forgotten.

To forget is the opposite of remembering. Being human is opposition. Remember? Forget. I want to be remembered because I fear being forgotten. Forgotten. What does it mean to forget? It means abstraction. An abstract place, not concrete, made but undone—the cemetery of thoughts, people, obligations.

We don't know what forgetting is, much less what it means to be it. That's why we fear being forgotten—it's the sensation of novelty, the unknown, diversity that frightens us. The abstraction of forgetting is too vast to be thinkable.

What place is this? How do we get there? How do we get out? Why do we end up there? So, we seek the secret of eternal life, believe in God, in something that makes our uncertain 'after' a bit more concrete. We believe in reincarnation, in an endless cycle. We believe in immortality, that we ourselves are events of physics. Let's reassure ourselves, touch forgetting and give it the form that suits us, that reassures us—the form of our hopes.

Is it all beautiful? Romantic, poetic, decadent, dark but fascinating? No. It's a carnage among beings constantly trying not to be forgotten at the cost of trampling over others, at the cost of throwing other people into abstraction. We are a band of egoists. A band of narcissists, with an ego that goes hand in hand with our need not to be thrown into abstraction—a mad, unpredictable, petty, sadistic ego.

Human beings are an appearance of fragile and decadent beauty. In reality, as beauty decays, so does the spirit, principles, and morality. It's not a defenseless beauty; it's dangerous, cruel, perverse, wrong. Human beings are a rainbow of too many colors, 100 shades of blacks and grays under apparent bright, vivid, almost childlike colors."

Life is beautiful but it is hard, painful and grief stricken.
It is so rotten hard.
We may be full of ego but ego is not more important than finding a way to be geniunely loved.
Maybe it is just a liar who tells us we have ego when we just want to be seen and loved.
Confidence can be harder than ego, if you have ego you can fall flat on your face. Ego is hard to maintain.
I think maybe it is just lies to tell a person they have ego maybe in their heart they do not.
It is probably easier to live your life and not think about flaws and inadequacy too much because no matter a person's struggle we all feel weak and inadequate at times when if it is not the same as anothers.
It is a lot better for the soul to think about your positives and not think about flaws because it is sure to be there somehow.
Even the most self assured and confident people feel insecure sometimes, sometimes someone that others are sure to think is confident is the most insecure of all even if they mask it.
A higher power or God is there to love you unconditionally when humans fail or can often let you down or do not love the same.

If you felt God loved you truly would you love better probably.
Love takes strength. People who know pain often know love. Love is a practice.
You can fall but you get back up, you can get annoyed as hell at others but if it is true, you persist.
There are bad and selfish people and there are geniune people who do their best, Christian or faith people or not.
Some people can burn your trust, others will be geniune even if not perfect.
if you chose a God would you want him to be good to you at least sometimes and be your friend when others fail you or you fail yourself whatever your struggle may be whether it is your fault or not.

 

[tree]

REMINDER

There is a Religion area.

 

[Chailatte_]

REMINDER

There is a Religion area.

Sorry, I didn't realize it was already going into religion! I'll repost it in the correct section. (If possibile)