Each day is a little life: every waking and rising a little birth, every fresh morning a little youth, every going to rest and sleep a little death.
— Arthur Schopenhauer
— Arthur Schopenhauer
The best argument against democracy is a five-minute conversation with the average voter.
— Winston Churchill
— Winston Churchill
If you want a taste of dystopia, you should read 'Technofeudalism,' 'Psychopolitics,' and 'Brave New World' together.
They describe the same issues from entirely different points of view; one is economic, the other is philosophical/psychological, and the third is a novel.
They describe the same issues from entirely different points of view; one is economic, the other is philosophical/psychological, and the third is a novel.
Today’s crisis of freedom stems from the fact that the operative technology of power does not negate or repress freedom so much as exploit it.
— Psychopolitics
— Psychopolitics
Forwarded from مُحمد العيساوي (محمد العيساوي)
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Ancient mythology
Has there not been since the time of Copernicus an unbroken progress in the self-belittling of man and his will for belittling himself? Alas, his belief in his dignity, his uniqueness, his irreplaceableness in the scheme of existence, is gone—he has become animal, literal, unqualified, and unmitigated animal, he who in his earlier belief was almost God... Since Copernicus man seems to have fallen on to a steep plane—he rolls faster and faster away from the centre—whither? Into nothingness? Into the "thrilling sensation of his own nothingness"?
All science nowadays sets out to talk man out of his present opinion of himself, as though that opinion had been nothing but a bizarre piece of conceit; you might go so far as to say that science finds its peculiar pride, its peculiar bitter form of stoical ataraxia, in preserving man's contempt of himself.