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The Birth of Chaos: Aphorisms on Life, the Human Will, its Origins and the Irrepressible


I. Life, is precisely as trivial as the individuals who are afflicted with it.

II. Death is to life what an epilogue is to an unremarkable play; a mere afterthought, sprinkled mechanistically onto a tale of little consequence.

III. Your gravestone, ironically enough, is a rare affirmation to your being; it, unlike other people, embraces you with neither your wealth, health or love.

IV. Come shall a day, wherein the strongest of wills, largest of empires and grandest of dreams all but crumble to a shadow of their former selves; when the labors of one’s life are returned to the dust that preceded them, and the morally destitute forgotten immediately after.

V. Condemned to death upon birth; shackled by suffering in its aftermath; is there such a thing as liberty?

VI. Better that one die young having lived with valor, promise and exuberance — than die having endured a prolonged, cowardly presence under the pretext of a long life.

VII. Comfort is not a virtue.

VIII. Being noble, for its own sake, is an absurd notion.

IX. Absolutism is a sycophant’s guide to ideological brutality.

X. Praying to a fallible deity is a sin beyond conception.

XI. Hedonism is a philosophical subservience to your primeval self.

XII. Death is a burden imposed upon the living — not the dead.

XIII. It is solely upon recognizing how meaningless one’s life is, that one can begin to live it meaningfully.

XIV. Greatness is having one’s life immortalized by one’s demise.

XV. Evil may manifest as an aberration of the mind, but it is born out of the contorted recesses of the human psyche.

XVI. Life, albeit ephemeral, is the only true consolation to death.

XVII. Social Darwinism is by far the most egregious construct the human race has conjured to define itself with, and if condoned widely enough, will invariably end in its decadence.

XVIII. Human beings are not unthinking, divisive machines bereft of sentience, sentiments and virtues — for if they were, they’d be indistinguishable from the ancestors they diverged from millions of years ago.

XIX. Bearing the courage of one’s convictions, is far more profound than bearing the convictions of one’s courage.

XX. A life lived under the shackles of Solipsism, is exactly as meaningful, by its own definition, as not living one at all.

XXI. Dare I say that I will cease one day; that my heart shall halt its pulse, and my lungs asphyxiate. Dare I say that the lively mind I once possessed, will be rendered nothing more than the headpiece atop a lifeless carcass, now a mere assemblage of earthly matter. And yet, I fear no notion of death; for in the absence of my body, shall emerge the presence of my memory; and for the end of my life, will mark the beginning of my legacy.

XXII. We all live precisely one, cosmically insignificant life; so live it on your own terms — not those accorded by deities, well-wishers or lovers.

XXIII. Love your life, but do not lose yourself in it. Feel the sentiments that guide your psyche, but do not fear them. Celebrate the individual you are, and not an impersonation you aren’t.

XXIV. Above all, the most exhilarating pleasure one can witness, is a liberty from pain.

XXV. God is a sadist; and the world a subject of his sadism.

XXVI. Love, albeit deceitful, is the least calamitous resolution to suffering.

XXVII. Life isn’t something you make happen; it’s something that happens to you. And you live with it, because the sole other alternative is to not live at all.

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