Is love the only way out of this hellhole called life?
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)06:44:56
>>25332760(OP) no. the trap is that the most beautiful thing you can experience is just an illusion to get you to create life that can suffer. "love" is the only reason this hellhole can be lived in. sorry.
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)06:46:38
>>25332760(OP) only if you consider coping a way out.
>>25332760(OP) I've only felt one-sided love where it genuinely feels like a life-affirming thing but it's never worked out. I don't think it's real. I'm in my thirties and I've never ever been in a relationship.
>>25332760(OP) Wait until your loved one dies or leaves you. The grandiose pain of love-loss makes the suffering of life even more unbearable. You will wish you would had stayed away from it from the start.
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)17:41:55
>>25332760(OP) There's no way out but love makes it bearable.
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Anonymous06/10/26(Wed)19:24:34
>>25332760(OP) no, death is the only way out of life. that seems self evident. what book or author are we discussing self evident.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)03:37:07
>>25332760(OP) Mmmm sort of. It's the only thing that redeems life, and can only be accessed imperfectly. I've been deeply, mutually in love and nothing can compare. I've probably got a miserable 30-40 years ahead of me, and we aren't together anymore, but having loved like that makes it infinitely more bearable than it was before. And that's just finite human love. Love doesn't let you escape life, it sanctifies it. And God is infinite love.
>>25332776 idk, my impulse to fuck is for reproduction, but I'm not interested in reproducing and fucking still feels good. Even if love is an illusion you can still enjoy it and let it give meaning to your piss life
>>25332760(OP) Yes, love is the only illusion that we all mutually agree is an absolute in this existence.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)04:53:33
>>25334550 yeah, i mean i guess life can be as meaningful as you want as long as you deceive yourself
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)05:18:10
Love is the law, love under will. I am divided for love's sake, for the chance of union.
The fat bald fuck was full of shit, but some things he got right.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)05:30:32
>>25334584 yeah, I get it but I don't really see it as deception for myself. I had a fling for a while last year, it was the first one in a long ass time where I actually felt elated. Ultimately I realized this wasn't the right person for me and ended it, but those few months of honeymoon phase were truly special for me. Music sounded better, poems hit harder, first time in a long time I was really feeling love-like feelings. I probably projected my ideal person onto this girl to get that way but idk, was that all meaningless? In the moment it was real. The sadness that came with ending it was it's own separate experience. I don't know where the line would be to determine whether what I got out of that was real or just deception. I choose to think it's real and meaningful. I know that I don't want to reproduce, my goal is just to feel love I guess and I got that for a bit.
>>25332760(OP) Love is temporary escape, like drugs or eating. Arts and sciences and using your prefrontal cortex as much as possible...is the only true way to live.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)14:57:16
>>25334584 By that definition whatever "hard truths" you cling to are also deceptions.
love is not cope. love is a kind of collaborative production. together you're producing a mysterious month, a mysterious year. your lover hauls to the construction site heavy slabs of childhood memory, glittering trinkets she'll explain later, random trash she has a plan for. you build a sexy hot-tub zone and she fills it with plaster venus di milos. you lose her in a subterranean tunnel system she had excavated without your knowledge. the two of you start to feel more like urban planners than contractors, raising from the dirt not a shrine or a house but a whole metropolis, populated by your various selves - past, present, imagined, parodic. you demolish an ugly factory. you strike gold; you uncover a skeleton. your roof falls in. birds nest in your rafters. together you look from your window at the dark woods beyond, awaiting the strange love-gods to emerge and speak their unalterable doom. here they are, and they have spoken. now it's time to down tools and depart that place forever. only a ruin remains. but aren't ruins the end result of all human action?
life is desire and production and nothing else. love is no more a cope to escape the limits of your existence than building is a cope to escape ruination.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)15:54:35
>>25334749 i'm imagining shaggy singing the text of your post over the boombastic instrumental. i'm on the point of tears.
>>25334604 >Love is the law It's the 2nd, actually. Free Will is 1st
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)19:16:59
>>25335193 This has been stuck in my head the last couple of hours. What are your favorite non-fiction books? I would like to read them.
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Anonymous06/11/26(Thu)19:30:44
>>25334490 I know that feel bro. I remember the first time I was loved. Even after it ended, my outlook was forever brightened. Not only because I know it's possible, but because it is just a great experience to have memory of.
>>25335193 Very romantic and beautifully written. However most lovers don't leave anything of worth behind. At most they only consume, especially in this day and age.