Day 2617, Max Stirner.

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Max Stirner

The Ego and His Own
1. A human life

From the moment when he catches sight of the light of the world a man seeks to find out himself and get hold of himself out of its confusion, in which he, with everything else, is tossed about in motley mixture. But everything that comes in contact with the child defends itself in turn against his attacks, and asserts its own persistence…

… Through a considerable time we are spared a fight that is so exhausting later — the fight against reason. The fairest part of childhood passes without the necessity of coming to blows with reason. We care nothing at all about it, do not meddle with it, admit no reason. We are not to be persuaded to anything by conviction, and are deaf to good arguments, principles, etc.; on the other hand, coaxing, punishment, etc. are hard for us to resist…

… The child was realistic, taken up with the things of this world, till little by little he succeeded in getting at what was back of these very things; the youth was idealistic, inspired by thoughts, till he worked his way up to where he became the man, the egoistic man, who deals with things and thoughts according to his heart’s pleasure, and sets his personal interest above everything. Finally, the old man? When I become one, there will still be time enough to speak of that.

Read the rest here: https://nochrisis.blog/2019/01/07/max-sterner-the-ego-and-its-own/ or  https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/max-stirner-the-ego-and-his-own

 

Day 2613, don’t let go.

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Friedrich Nietzsche

Human, All Too Human
On the history of the moral sensations

62 Revelling in revenge. – Uncultivated people who feel insulted are accustomed to set the degree of insultingness as high as possible and to recount the cause of the insult in strongly exaggerated terms, so as to be able really to revel in the feeling of hatred and revengefulness thus engendered

Day 2591, cling to it.

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Did you know
that we

humankind

the thinking animal
can only see a glimpse of a truth
from behind a transparent fence
we cling to

some even hold the fence as a truth
others stare through it in the distance
and see that distance as truth. 

What do I think?
Of the truth?
Nothing.
Of the fence, we seem to face?
Just turn around and start walking
away from it
towards an other side