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Go on a long journey, around the globe, down to Peru and all the way through to the Barbary coast, in a corkscrew - cover every inch of land and sea, then tell me what you saw and who you met, tell me in excrutiating detail and separate yourself, so that I will no longer refer to myself in the first-person plural form. I'll be my own person, and you, yours.
Yet, still! We will be one in the same, so what's the use? There is no "I" without a "YOU" lurking in the shadows, under the dress of gaiety. Likewise, you cease to exist without my reclusive temperament. And together? We make Cynic! Fighting crime and laughing at idiots everywhere! So where's the excitement and adventure?
On the one hand, who r eally gives a damn?
On the other, contentment is nothing without comparison, and "apprehention of the good gives but the greater feeling to the worse."
So what is left? If there's nothing to compare either to, if you're in a constant state of one or the other, if you know nothing better, what's the matter then? Everything is as it should be? Who decides, anyway?
What?
We wish we were hedonistic. We'd need nothing more in life but other people, who would only want the same. Or maybe just a good sheep to sink into. IT WOULDN'T MATTER!
(But, I tell you, Angst does not exist. it is all a lie. A big, elaborate, German lie, started by Freud and continued by his cult.)
But we think too much for that. Eventually everyone will get tired of it, thinking, and up will rise the Age of Indulgence, and no one will ever complain but the savages.
and they'll all kill themselves in the end, because mothers will cease to be as well.
Germany failed when it killed all its young schollars in WWI.
Yet, still! We will be one in the same, so what's the use? There is no "I" without a "YOU" lurking in the shadows, under the dress of gaiety. Likewise, you cease to exist without my reclusive temperament. And together? We make Cynic! Fighting crime and laughing at idiots everywhere! So where's the excitement and adventure?
On the one hand, who r eally gives a damn?
On the other, contentment is nothing without comparison, and "apprehention of the good gives but the greater feeling to the worse."
So what is left? If there's nothing to compare either to, if you're in a constant state of one or the other, if you know nothing better, what's the matter then? Everything is as it should be? Who decides, anyway?
What?
We wish we were hedonistic. We'd need nothing more in life but other people, who would only want the same. Or maybe just a good sheep to sink into. IT WOULDN'T MATTER!
(But, I tell you, Angst does not exist. it is all a lie. A big, elaborate, German lie, started by Freud and continued by his cult.)
But we think too much for that. Eventually everyone will get tired of it, thinking, and up will rise the Age of Indulgence, and no one will ever complain but the savages.
and they'll all kill themselves in the end, because mothers will cease to be as well.
Germany failed when it killed all its young schollars in WWI.