Hippocrite: A conversation of Positive-Nihilism

I have a whole bunch of wordy nihilistic philosophized bullshit that I have written.
The whole thing is called Hippocrite, and I like to call the philosophy positive-nihilism.
I will post one or two every day or so.
There are included dialogue of other people.
feel free to comment as much as you want.


Hippocrite


The Hippocrite

The conceptual world of the human mind
Is a world of hypocrisy

For the imagination is of an uneven mind.
Where roads cross, and keep on going.

Steadfast lies, and even changed minds
Run a world of hypocritical democracy
And willing slavery.

Even you, to all I disagree
For I believe in lies
Lies, created in my own mind.
You believe in lies
For to them, the lies, we are tied.
Burdened to care too much about the center divide.

Your words are not my words.
I protest, and give another answer
And there you see the hypocrisy in the contradictory

Man, the hippocrite.

I am

Hippocrite.

-Andrew

But I protest!
The Lie is not of the mind
but the sound of our mouths;
that language a mumbled condemning.

We are the same conceiving,
and samely ill-spoken as the snake wordless.

-James

Words spoken by mouths are birthed of the mind.
Meaning nothing
But sound.

Words given by minds, of the conscious kind.
Meaning something
I've found.

Words and thoughts conceived by mind, talk only to the mind.
A world in itself, where only fiction exists, inside.

Words ill-spoken and thoughts much contrived
There in only the mind do they survive.

- Andrew

 

well the thing is, we're not locked into this at all, its not something "in our nature" at all.
all that is something that has only been just enough longer then one person lives, for intrests that want to, for short sighted reasons of their own, to be able to convince a lot of people that it is.

hypocracy IS what makes humans less interesting to me then trees, trains, computers and little furry creatures with big sharp teeth.

there are a lot of things to complain about; and i can completely relate to complaining about them. i'm not above doing so myself on more then one occasion.

what i can't and don't understand, is continuing to create a market for them, just so we can keep having things to complain about. often the SAME things to complain about at that.

i think conditions will eventually become so chainged as a resault of doing so, that a time will come whent its no longer possible to do so.

that's the real inner workings of the fall of every 'great' 'civilization'.

then nature breathes a sigh of relief for a while, and we can try something else.

(which we COULD be doing ANYWAY! no other thing is stopping us then emotional attatchment to the ills and inequities we are familiar with, and boogie man under the bed fears of possible ones we do not.)

=^^=
.../\...

 

Naturality of the Wicked

From the gods of nature
Man took wood and metal.
He built a rifle.
For, in use, he told nature
to go f*+k themselves.

Nature
A wicked wrath
Set upon itself.

The naturality of the wicked
The naturality of the sick minded
The naturality of everything.

 

To the Abyss

To the abyss with the pride of fame and fortune.

Live in contentment of life.
Live free of burden.

To the abyss with everything thought achieved.

Live in full emotion.
Live free of hate.

For to the abyss the minds, who raise your fortune, will enter.
And forgotten will be your achievements.

Real fortune is contenment in being.
No longer the pursuit of the valueless.

To the abyss all things go, except the conscious mind and the human experience.
Temporary and fragile, leaning on the edge...
Staring into the abyss.

- Andrew

"When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back into you." - Nietzsche