lundi 27 décembre 2010

Prometheus.

Life is a sort of  a nightmare.

Perhaps not to me at this precise moment,

but at this same instant, in simultaneous places, and multiple peoples, life is a
constant nightmare.

Life becomes unbearable to the point of desperate escape.
At the time i finish this sentence, many people would be undergoing pain and suffering and would have committed suicide.

We have even gone as far to convince ourselves that life when it breathes oxygen by the nostrils for the first time its a moment of pleasure and happiness for the carrier.
Screams of agony... unless pleasure has been  re-defined in some S&M dictionary, this moment is more to me like a sacrifice filled with intense frightening pain, such as that from Prometeus after he stole the fire (see below).

No.
Life is a nightmare, but curiously not for all societies.

There are some hunter-gatherer groups which the idea of internal struggle and suicide is a comical construction of the "civilized" world.

In fact, even the word suicide does not exist in their language.

Perhaps it is that we have converted thought to irreversible chaos and thus suffering is a natural consequence.