…unless this is a youtube comment. In which case that’s apparently the point.
You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day.
You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day.
You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement.
You party, drink alcohol, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school.
You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then, Voila!
You finish off as an orgasm!
I was speaking before of Heidegger and I said that mortality according to Heidegger is what makes my time mine, such that it cannot be shared with another—nobody can die in my place—and such that it is totally indeterminate. This will lead Heidegger to say that time must be thought from the perspective of the future. My death always remains “still come,” and hence a magnificent paradox—my event is the sole event I will never live. When my death arrives, I won’t be there to live it. Death will therefore never happen to me. It’s both what will never happen to me, and the only thing which can really happen to me. Because, say you catch a flu, or you fall in love with the man or woman you love, then they leave…all this happens. Nothing is ever quite irremediable, so nothing ever happens conclusively, inasmuch as the only things that are conclusive are the irremediable things. Except death. It’s only death which conclusively happens to you. The problem is that it won’t really happen either. So it’s nothing but a phantom. It has never been, and it will never arrive. There are nothing but phantasms.
Bernard Stiegler(Source: fuckyeahexistentialism)
Eu estudei aqui. Mais de vinte anos atrás. Eu me lembro de cantar o hino próximo daqueles mastros. Mas está diferente, diferente do pouco que eu me lembro.
Perfeito. De muitas formas.
Biôrn, an old Viking, is determined to reach Valhalla, the warrior’s afterlife full of excessive drinking and debauchery. To gain entry he has to die honorably in battle, but he discovers that the right death isn’t so easy.
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