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- Jan 15, 2022
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Efilism, without looking at Wikipedia, off the top of my head, is the pessimistic belief system that posits that life is such a net negative that it would be better for it to not exist. That life is an abomination. I've argued with efilists in the site before but because they were nihilistic materialists, not really because I am not an efilist, to a great extent I am.
I want this thread to be a place where you dump the best arguments or explanations as to why 'life is a mistake', 'existing is pain and pleasures or comfort will never be enough'. Alternatively you can challenge this idea, if you are inclined to do so.
Opening fire now.
Life isn't a precious gift because most of us are forced to mingle with people we despise, and exert ourselves a large portion of the day for social credit numbers that allow you to exist and be accepted as a member of society. We exert ourselves with tasks we couldn't care less about, to be able to perpetuate a life of which we are stripping at least 1/2 of its usable time with work.
Life isn't a precious gift because we are effectively ruled by monsters, by criminals of the worst kind, by psychopaths. They forge wars, they create the severe trauma of C19, they poison us with their cultural products and addictive technology. This shadows looms ever larger above the 'untroubled masses', as they desperately try to keep the 'not see, not hear' facade, naturally holding on to the maxim that has always ruled their lives: manducemus et bibamus; cras enim moriemur. But the shadow's size and weight, as the well fed creature it is, will eventually spill into their world, as it did in 2020. This thought brings a morbid sense of comfort to my resentful heart.
I want this thread to be a place where you dump the best arguments or explanations as to why 'life is a mistake', 'existing is pain and pleasures or comfort will never be enough'. Alternatively you can challenge this idea, if you are inclined to do so.
Opening fire now.
Life isn't a precious gift because most of us are forced to mingle with people we despise, and exert ourselves a large portion of the day for social credit numbers that allow you to exist and be accepted as a member of society. We exert ourselves with tasks we couldn't care less about, to be able to perpetuate a life of which we are stripping at least 1/2 of its usable time with work.
Life isn't a precious gift because we are effectively ruled by monsters, by criminals of the worst kind, by psychopaths. They forge wars, they create the severe trauma of C19, they poison us with their cultural products and addictive technology. This shadows looms ever larger above the 'untroubled masses', as they desperately try to keep the 'not see, not hear' facade, naturally holding on to the maxim that has always ruled their lives: manducemus et bibamus; cras enim moriemur. But the shadow's size and weight, as the well fed creature it is, will eventually spill into their world, as it did in 2020. This thought brings a morbid sense of comfort to my resentful heart.