If we affirm one moment, we thus affirm not only ourselves but all existence. For nothing is self-sufficient, neither in us ourselves nor in things; and if our soul has trembled with happiness and sounded like a harp string just once, all eternity was needed to produce this one event—and in this single moment of affirmation all eternity was called good, redeemed, justified, and affirmed.
"Well, someone's got to clean them up, my friends
Before the little harvest
Disappears into the mud
Someone's got to collect their odds and ends
When the gutters run with blood.
It's a world where the dog eats the dog
Where they kill for bones in the street
And God in His Heaven
He don't interfere
'Cause he's dead as the stiffs at my feet"
"Nothing can take the horror from me
Your sick world the loss of all morality
My hate has grown as strong as my confusion
My only hope, my only solution
Is a violent revolution"
Sword and crown are worthless here; I invite everybody to dance
Laborers, lawyers, church and gown, all make their little prance
This life is full of random deaths, and heaps of grief and shame
So few are soothed by “accident,” you want someone to blame
Fire, plague and strange disease,
Drowned, murdered, or -if you please-
A long fall down the basement stairs
None are expected, no-one cares''
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
You would not enjoy Nietzsche, sir. He is fundamentally unsound.
There is only one thing that is equal for all, and that is death.
I hoped and prayed you were dead, you chain-smoking son of a bitch. Cigarette-Smoking Man:
You waste your time. Ask Mulder. He
knows the futility of hopes and prayers.
It's all a joke! Everything everybody ever valued or struggled for... it's all a monstrous, demented gag!
This world holds only despair! It is not worth existing!
Maybe all the robots and Death Traps
will finish Sonic, and maybe they won't. Does it really matter in the cosmic scheme of things? We're all
gonna die eventually...
You see, I've seen some truly horrible things in life, Moka. You'd be surprised how similar humans and monsters really are
. How they both claim they desire peace, yet both destroy everything around them. How they both claim they can love, yet they both hurt and attack everything different. You see, it doesn't matter if you are human or a monster, a life is a life. And all lives are trash. All lives are a waste. Everything that lives only wants to live for the sake of living, and will step on anything to get its wish. Monsters, humans, they all claw at any vain attempt to live on, both killing anything that seems different or strange in fear of its own existence. There is no difference, Moka. All life is evil.
Life is cruel. Why should the after
life be any different?
The ontological fallacy of expecting a light at the end of the tunnel, well, that's what the preacher sells, same as a shrink. See, the preacher, he encourages your capacity for illusion. Then he tells you it's a fucking virtue. Always a buck to be had doing that, and it's such a desperate sense of entitlement, isn't it?
I suppose he had some private sort of greatness, but he kept it to himself. He never gave himself away. He never gave anything away, he just left you a tip
, hmm? Ha. He had a generous mind. I don't suppose anybody ever had so many opinions. But he never believed in anything except Charlie Kane. He never had a conviction except Charlie Kane in his life
. I suppose he died without one. It must have been pretty unpleasant. Of course, a lot of us check out without having any special convictions about death, but we do know what we believe in, we do believe in something.
You make me laugh, with your metaphysical anguish, it's just that you're scared silly, frightened of life, of men of action, of action itself, of lack of order. But everything is disorder, dear boy. Vegetable, mineral and animal, all disorder, and so is the multitude of human races, the life of man, thought, history, wars, inventions, business and the arts, and all theories, passions and systems. Its always been that way. Why are you trying to make something out of it? And what will you make? what are you looking for? There is no Truth. There's only action, action obeying a million different impulses, ephemeral action, action subjected to every possible and imaginable contingency and contradiction, Life. Life is crime, theft, jealousy, hunger, lies, disgust, stupidity, sickness, volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, piles of corpses. What can you do about it, my poor friend?
— Blaise Cendrars, Moravagine
There was never any meaning. The world is meaningless, humans are born with no purpose, live for no reason, and die for nothing, because this world is pointless, and our lives are aimless.
Nothing is tragic. Everything is unreal.
— Emile Cioran
I really should thank you for it; after all, it was your life that taught me the purpose of all
life. The purpose of life is to end.
Now all my tales
are based on the fundamental premise that common human laws and interests and emotions have no validity or significance in the vast cosmos-at-large... To achieve the essence of real externality, whether of time or space or dimension, one must forget that such things as organic life, good and evil
, love and hate, and all such local attributes of a negligible and temporary race called mankind, have any existence at all.
What we can do is limited. For precisely that reason, we need a world that is fitting for us. And we are the only ones who can accomplish that. Dreams, future, possibilities. She was born to put an end to these fleeting illusions. Everything follows the destined flow.
The preciousness of limited life, the beauty of death. You're intoxicated by that narcissism. It's such an incredibly human choice.
Life is meaningless! Chaos! The universe has no center! Its creator is a drooling idiot!
There's only one thing that ever changes anything, and that's death. Everything else is just a lie. You can't be saved by a lie... you can't be saved at all.
There's nothing in this world to believe in.
In my opinion, the existence of life is a highly overrated phenomenon.
Why create, when it will only be destroyed? Why cling to life, knowing you have to die? None of it will have meant anything once you do. Terra:
We live to protect the things we hold dear. When you have that, you can find the meaning on your own. Kefka: Meaning, schmeaning.
The whole world's going bye-bye, you included! Life, dreams, hope... Where do they come from, and where do they go? None of that JUNK is enough to fill your hearts! DESTRUCTION! DESTRUCTION IS WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING! Destroy... destroy... destroy! LET'S DESTROY EVERYTHING! [Kefka then explodes into sparks of magic, that fade while his sorrowful laugh echoes]
Owlman: Every decision we make is meaningless because somewhere, on a parallel Earth, we have already made the opposite choice. We're nothing. Less than nothing. Superwoman: How can you say that? We're rich. We're conquerors. Owlman:
[pointing at alternate Earths] And here we're poor. We're slaves. And here, our parents never met, so we were never born. Here, the world ended in nuclear war. Here, no fish was brave enough to crawl up on land and humans never evolved. And so on, ad infinitum.
What if I don't want
the Pattern to continue? We live the same lives! Over and over and over. We make the same mistakes. Kingdoms do the same stupid
things. Rulers fail their people time and time again. Men continue to hurt and hate and die and kill. What if I think it's all meaningless? What if I don't want
it to keep turning? We live our lives by the blood of others! And those others become forgotten. What good
is it if everything we know will fade? Great deeds or great tragedies, neither means anything! They will become legends, and then those legends will be forgotten, then it will start all over again! What if he
is right? What if it's better for this all to end? What if the Light was a lie all along, and this
is all just a punishment? We live again and again
. Growing feeble, dying, trapped forever. We are to be tortured for all time! NONE OF THIS MATTERS! Why do we have to do this again?
It's like we're walking through a maze of sorts. There are always so many paths to choose from. We pick a path, and we follow it. You people walk your path believing that something you desire is waiting for you. I walk it to confirm that there is nothing there.
The truth is unattainable... It will always be shrouded in fog. Though you reach through the murk and the gloom to grasp something, you have no means to know it is the truth. In which case, why? What sense is there in yearning for truth?
Nothing survives. Not your parents. Not your children. Not.... even.... stars.
Oh no! Enough!! I'll grudgingly tolerate meaningless talk of 'abstract morality' from my miseducated sibling, but not from you chimps! Even my talk of 'destiny' is an illusion! I know that! For all of life is a meaningless farce, and I will wrest from it all the pleasure and power I can while I live! Molly was born in a freak accident! And I'm a redundant copy of that! My very existence proves the randomness of everything!! Bob:
Wha... how can you say that? I mean, look at you! You're... so smart! And weird! And amazing! How can you say you're not here for a reason? And that reason... can't be to hurt people!... It just can't!
Dying. Everything dying. The whole of creation was falling apart and I thought there's no point. No point to anything. Not ever.
— Lucy Saxon, Doctor Who
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there
. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It's us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?
Faithful… enlightened… ambitious… brethren. In but a single decade, a few mere swipes of the pendulum, we have gathered a sacrifice to Khorne
that will be made legend. Though it was a simpler, weaker voice that illuminated me during my centuries upon the Judgment of Carrion
It was Khorne’s
messenger, who showed me the true path of freedom from our pathetic corpse-Emperor.
And what is this path, this meaning, this purpose, to which we gather the skulls of our foes? It is nothing. There is no meaning, no purpose. We murder. We kill. It is mindless savagery, this UNIVERSE is mindless.
In mere hours, billion will die, innocent, guilty, strong and weak, honest and deceitful, ALL of them!
They will scream, they will burn, and for no purpose but that mighty Khorne
may revel in their bloodshed.
And united in this void of purpose, fear, or duty… we, shall at long last, be FREE! Blood! for the Blood God! Skulls! for the Skull Throne! Let! the galaxy! BURRRRRN!!!
— Chapter Master Azariah Kyras
, Dawn of War Retribution
All ends in obliteration—love in hatred, life in death, and light in empty darkness.
: Let me tell you what the "Realm" is. It is a fairy tale that we tell each other over and over, until we forget that it's a lie. Varys
: But what will we have left, once we abandon the lie? Chaos. A gaping pit, waiting to swallow us all. Baelish
: Chaos isn’t a pit. Chaos is a ladder
. Many who try to climb it fail, and never get to try again. The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb, but refuse. They cling to the realm, or love, or the gods… illusions. Only the ladder is real. The climb is all there is. But they’ll never know this. Not until it’s too late.
What worth is wealth and power when all must inevitably be consigned to nothingness? If man has nothing, he need not know the pain of loss. So let there be
World is what it is. We fight, we die. Wishing doesn't change that.
There is no higher power, there's no God. There's just chaos and violence and random, unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere and rips you to shreds.
Free will is a myth. Religion is a joke.
The pain and effort that keep me alive will never know relief, never bear fruit, never be repaid. I know that, but I told myself to focus on some hope, a nonexistent hope to guide me through this burning world. A hope - call it a dream. A melancholic delusion.
"All the innocent lives you destroyed!" "Give me a break, sweetheart. There's no such thing as innocent. It must suck to be so stupid."