>In each degree illumined by knowledge, the will appears as individual. Within infinite space and time, the human individual finds himself as finite and thus as a magnitude vanishing in comparison with them, immersed therein and, due to the boundless immensity of space and time, possessing only a relative WHEN and WHERE of existence, never an absolute one: for the place and duration of the individual are finite parts of an infinite, of the unlimited.>His proper existence lies only in the present, whose unimpeded flow into the past is a continuous transition into death, an uninterrupted sinking away; for his past life, apart from its possible consequences for the present and apart from the testimony of his will impressed upon it, has already wholly ended, has died and exists no more: hence it must, rationally, be indifferent to him whether the content of that past consisted of torments or pleasures.>The present, however, is always passing through his hands into the past; while the future is wholly uncertain and ever fleeting. In this sense, his existence, even considered in its formal aspect, is a continuous fall of the present into the dead past, a constant dying. Viewed also from the physical standpoint, it is manifest that, just as walking is indeed a continuously averted fall, the life of our body is only a continuously averted dying, a death ever postponed; and, finally, even the lucid activity of our spirit is a tedium constantly deferred.>Each breath defends us against the death that assails us without cease, against which we thus struggle each second, just as we struggle over longer intervals through nourishment, sleep, bodily warmth, and the like. At last, death must prevail, for we are destined for it from birth, and it merely toys for a moment with its prey before devouring it. Yet we continue our life with great interest and carefulness for as long as possible, like one who blows a soap bubble to its utmost size, despite the absolute certainty that it will burst.
If you've nothing to say, don't fucking make threads, nigger.
>>24926185make me.
Based, old Schop.
