Nothing in this life is permanent, everything will end eventually. But embracing this doesn't mean accepting the misery of something ending, but loving the beauty of what forms new from it.
There is no principle in nihilism that dictates strict apathy, by the way. I get this is about to be the junior philosopher's first branch into complex thoughtonomics, but come on, bro. Up your game. Nothing is nothing and everything is everything, until nothing is everything and everything is nothing. Things end and become meaningless, relevancy fades until necessity births new creation. I reject the notion it means, that it holds any intrinsic value, while being cool with the flowers that bloom on the side of the road when roadkill decays. Jacobi maintains that all values are baseless, not that all values can't be acknowledged.
What crawled up your ass and died? Does seeing a version of you with optimism and light in his eyes upset you?
If correcting someone on their philosophical classifications makes me a monster, then lock my ass up in the castle and throw away the rose, the key, and the exceptionally fruity sentient cutlery. I spy a curious little badge next to your name though, and something tells me that you may have a bias at play here. Some kind of somethin' that makes you inclined to dislike me ragging on him. Something that makes this not your cup of tea, much less your cup of coffee. Hmm.
Ah yes, because the only reason I might object to a man's "argument" is if I want to fuck a different man. Misogyny is a good look on you.
(( ooc dont worry shes just trying to Win an Argument, im not mad at you
Track it all back to my womb envy and ignore the other points I'm makin', that's cool. My archaic beliefs about the voting system don't apply here, but I'm pretty sure cats can't vote in cousin-kissing Alabama regardless. Anyway. You should invest less time in arguing with me, and more time in schooling this guy up here about Greek schools of thought.
I really don't care about the misuse of a couple words, meow. You just kind of came in on a nice little sunbeam and pissed all over it, ruining the small spot of warmth for everybody because you have some problem with happiness or something. Soggiest post ever, but only because of your own urine.
If you're trying to extract any kind of warmth from a Dirk post, then your brain is clearly starved for oxygen. Also, piss is warm, so I'm not understanding the lengthy metaphor you put out here. Self tell, maybe? Meow, the litter box runneth over.
If you can't understand why urine would ruin a nice spot of floor in a sunbeam then there's no hope for you. It wasn't a difficult meowtafur! Oh well. Sniff you later, guy!
Beam me up, Scotty. There's no sign of intelligent life here, and this broad completely ignored my first class diss about her passing mono around the family reunion.