RE: Pleasure is far superior to mere intelligence
July 31, 2014 at 9:33 pm
(This post was last modified: July 31, 2014 at 9:54 pm by Violet.)
(July 31, 2014 at 10:43 am)Tonus Wrote: Without intelligence, would you be smart enough to find pleasurable things to do?
The bugs seem to have it down.
(July 31, 2014 at 6:26 pm)Mozart Link Wrote: I wish to feel superior to reality by embracing fantasy and feeling empowered by fantasy as well as through the delusion that there is a God and an afterlife.
DO NOT DO THIS IF YOU STILL HAVE CHOICE IN THE MATTER!
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How could I protect you from the allure of the nonreal reality, when I myself am unable to resist?
Quote:But my intelligence (atheism) has prevented me from being this person I want to be.
Stop wishing to be a fool... you're ahead of yourself already.
Quote:Which is why I hate such intelligence and view fantasy and feelings of pleasure as superior.
Not unlike a dangerous drug... it lures you in with the first time... and it will become an exercise in misery eventually.
It is superior only for hurting yourself. Intelligence *cannot* save you from your own mind's intelligence.
Quote:All that matters in life to me is embracing feelings of pleasure from god-like fantasy which would make me a mystical god-like being who is superior to reality (so to speak, not literally speaking).
You're not. Leave that fantasy at the door, and leave your life better for it.
Quote:So all that matters to me is being a superior god-like being in a sense and ending all things inferior in my life. To me, struggles in life, depression, and the fact that there is no God or afterlife are all inferior things to me and must die.
So... a troll. Oh well. You should still take my advice.
Quote:So by believing in a God and an afterlife, I would have "killed" this inferior concept of there being no God and afterlife in a sense (including any feelings of depression as well). Feeling empowered and that I'm all great is the only thing that matters to me in life (not in comparison to other people, but in comparison to myself and reality itself).
It's an incomparably foolish notion, but you knew that
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day
