The victims of the most serious individual and social catastrophes are often not even aware: individuals become brutish, societies become degraded, unawares.
The decay of modern civilization is only doubted in an under-developed country.
Another crude point. I cannot be jealous of anynone except those who are already dead, for I hate existence — my life especially, which is a curse, a burden, something I never asked for. Those who ridicule the last point as immature are usually degenerate, vulgar men who drown themselves in fornication; they have become beasts.
What I find intolerable is the moral filth we’re living in, is my mental illness that I hate, and our disgusting sexual origins. No young man with at least a little bit of a moral conscience would have risked his life in 1914 or 1940 had he known what kind of repugnant future society he died for. You’d have to be brain-dead or a degenerate yourself to think it meaningful to get blown to pieces for this.
I don’t care, and don’t even want to live the degenerate lifestyle many rich people wallow in. I don’t even have a driver’s license, what do I need an expensive car for, then? I lack a driver’s license for the simple reason that I hated life from an early stage, and wanted to end it as soon as possible. Now I am a Christian and the door to suicide is blocked, I can no longer escape through it — while some Christians, even monks, did kill themselves, it certainly cannot be backed up with Holy Scripture.
No wonder, then, that we are the result not of careful consideration and rational thought, but of sheer, base lust, an instinct we share with animals.
Life is such utter nonsense. I wish I had never come to exist.
Gómez Dávila:
The victims of the most serious individual and social catastrophes are often not even aware: individuals become brutish, societies become degraded, unawares.
The decay of modern civilization is only doubted in an under-developed country.