Existentialism, the biggest brain masturbation session that argued on arbitrary platitudes, using abstract annotations and word play, to amount to nothing worthwhile, ever.
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Il y avait en Westphalia, belonging to the Baron of Thunder-ten-Tronckh, un jeune garcon a qui la nature had endowed with the most gentle manners. Sa physionomie annoncait son soul. He combined a true judgement with simplicity of spirit, which was the reason, I apprehend, of his being nommait Candide. Les anciens domestiques of the family suspected him to have been the soeur de monsier le baron et d'un bon et honnete gentleman of the neighborhood, whom that young lady would never marry because he had been able to prove only seventy-one quarterings, the rest of his genealogique avait ete perdu par l'injure du temps. The Baron was one of the most powerful lords in Westphalie, car son chateau avait une porte des windows. His great hall, even, was hung with tapisserie. Tous les chiens de ses basses-cours compasaient a pack of hounds at need; ses palefreniers etaient ses piquers; and the curate of the village was his grand almoner. Ils l'appelaient "My Lord," et ills riaient quand ilfesait des contese. The Baron's lady weighed about three hundred and fifty pounds, s'attirait par la une tres grande consideration, and she did the honours of the house with a dignite qui la rendait encore greater respect.
When I mentioned still in mentioning I had to imagine that I did not estimate wild curses. I did not estimate wild curses. I don't like that name. I will not secrete more wishes. I will say I will exactly say that lands are coarse, that lands are chorused that lands are cursed. This comes to them after knitting. This comes to them after knitting.
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Dirt is all around us, everything is shit. We apply meaning, value, and worth to the shit surrounding us. We live by this meaning and by our words. We live by worth and apply value, but everything is shit.
.tihs si si gnihtyreve tub su dnuora lla si triD
end of experiment
“Do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life?"
"The broad wall of Babylon shall be leveled to the ground, and her high gates shall be burned with fire. The peoples labor for nothing, and the nations weary themselves only for fire."
"It is more blessed to give than to receive."
"For the word of God is living, and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the dividing asunder of soul and spirit, and of the joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart."
"Though an army besiege me, my heart will not fear; though war break out against me, even then I will be confident."
"Let us hold fast to the profession of our faith without wavering (for He is faithful who promised), and let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works."
"You can still love someone and be wrong for them..."
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“Enemies of the Imperium, hear me. You have come here to die. The Immortal Emperor is with us and we are invincible. His soldiers will strike you down. His war machines will crush you under their treads. His mighty guns will bring the very sky crashing down upon you. You cannot win. The Emperor has given us his greatest weapon to wield. So make yourselves ready. We are the Imperial Guard, and your doom is upon you. "