My friend, hope is a prison


[Architects – Memento Mori]

As within, so without
The seasons bring relief
Just let me live and die in peace

So it goes.




” (…) Why anything? Because the moment simply is. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber?”
„Yes.” (…)
„Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why.”

—-

On the eight day, the forty-year-old hobo said to Billy, „This ain’t bad. I can be comfortable anywhere.”
„You can?” said Billy.
On the ninth day, the hobo died. So it goes. His last words were, „You think this is bad? This ain’t bad.”

—-

The American was astonished. He stood up shakily, spitting blood. He’d had two teeth knocked out. He had meant no harm by what he’d said, evidently, had no idea that the guard would hear and understand.
„Why me?” he asked the guard.
The guard shoved him back into ranks. „Vy you? Vy anybody?” he said.

—-

„You sound to me as though you don’t believe in free will,” said Billy Pilgrim.
„If I hadn’t spent so much time studying Earthlings,” said the Tralfamadorian, „I wouldn’t have any idea what was meant by ‚free will’. I have visited thirty-one inhabited planets in the universe, and I have studied reports on one hundred more. Only on earth is there any talk of free will.”

—-

It was very exciting for her, taking his dignity away in the name of love.

—-

Rumfoord was thinking in the military manner: that an inconvenient person, one whose death he wished for very much, for practical reasons, was suffering from a repulsive disease.

—-

Two Roman soldiers came into the shop with a mechanical drawing on papyrus of the device they wanted built by sunrise next morning. It was a cross to be used in the execution of a rabble-rouser.

Jesus and his father built it. They were glad to have the work. And the rabble-rouser was executed on it.

So it goes.

Freedom soon will come

When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
I took my gun and I vanished.


[Mick Gordon feat. Tex Perkins – The Partisan]

Sorrow will find you

„Hey All-
I made it to Topolobampa, Mexico, about 500 miles in. Not a ton of time to write because the internet place is closing in two minutes. I decided I’m writing a book for sure, assuming I make it, so I’ll keep everyone up on that. More soon. Clayton.”


[Katatonia – Old Heart Falls]

Never again, no never again

„We mortal people have to play what we have. I still think you should go with your feelings.”

—-


[Fallujah – The Void Alone]

Tell me secrets of life and death
For I foresee my grave

I don’t want to face
The Void Alone
The warmth in me
Swallowed whole

Long ago I swore an oath


[Septicflesh – Rising]

I closed my ears to sirens,
Their song I killed with silence.

I fought on many wars and bled and cried and lost.
But I kept fighting on, until I reached my goal.

Our hearts never knew what faith conjured

Life worth continuing – present-life sense -> judgment about already existing person.
Life worth starting – future-life sense -> judgment about potential (non-existing) person.

Problem occurs when „present-life perspective” is applied to „future-life” sense.
When we talk about impairments, we think how they affect already existing life („present-life sense”).

Impairments:
-> those which make life worth continuing (not severe);
-> those which make life NOT worth continuing (severe);

Are not the same if we apply them to future life sense, although we instinctively make such an erroneous leap.

/—/

Impairment = lack of limb.

We’d say lack of limb is not severe enough to stop continuing life (ergo: life without a limb is worth continuing).
Yet at the same time we’d say lack of limb is severe enough NOT TO START a life (ergo: life without a limb is not worth starting).

Same impairment in two different senses makes all the difference.

/—/

The threshold to stop continuing existing life is much bigger for us than the one to NOT starting life.

Which implies that:
-> if impairment X is making life STOP continuing, then it is obviously making life NOT worth starting;
-> but it doesn’t mean that if X is NOT severe enough to STOP continuing life, it makes it automatically worth STARTING it;

Life worth continuing (without a limb f.e.) is usually NOT the life worth starting.

Thus: it might be preferable NOT to begin life worth living (there is no contradiction here).

———–


[Dread Sovereign – Live Through Martyrs / Transmissions from the Devil Star]

We life out through martyrs and die for life

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In the second half of the epic, Gilgamesh’s distress at Enkidu’s death causes him to undertake a long and perilous journey to discover the secret of eternal life. He eventually learns that „Life, which you look for, you will never find. For when the gods created man, they let death be his share, and life withheld in their own hands”.

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[Furia – Ptaki Idą]

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You are just at war. War with your ambition, your ego, your notion of perseverence and winning. And your inablity to accept graceful, sensible defeat. It isn’t in our nature to do that, although it is not a defeat, because there was no game to play in the first place. Meaning – I wasn’t too weak or just didn’t have strenght to fight for it, it’s just not in the game, game does not recognize merit, courage or beauty. In the end, it cheats all of those things. So why would I feel humiliated by the game rigged in such an awful way?

—-


[Mgła – Exercises In Futility IV]

Every empire
Every nation
Every tribe
Thought it would end
In a bit more decent way