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Pilot Nine surveyed the crate he'd been assigned and as his steel gray eyes roamed over its less than aesthetic features he pondered the fact that the old girl had been built before he was born which was a very long time ago. As he ran his hands over the rivets in front of the intake he realized he hadn't flown anything other than his desk in years, but they needed pilots, it was going to take everything they had to repulse Ming the Merciless' assault so he and this flying brick here would be needed this evening. Struts, tires, cowling, all looked good and she was buttoned up for flight. Ground crews log had everything in the black, who was he kidding, this baby was going up even if it had a red X and probably wasn't coming back.
He gave a wry laugh at himself when he realized that he'd groaned as he stood to peer into engine two's intake, nope, no birds had nested since the cover was removed. Finishing his walkaround he shook the crew chief's hand and clapped him on his shoulder, something he'd never done before and it was meant for him and every other crew member who'd ever prepared a ship for him for they always brought him back in one piece, something he'd always been grateful for, but never had relayed.
After ascending the ladder and climbing in, somewhere in the back of his mind Pilot Nine registered the engine noise around him, every spaceship, jet, hell, crop duster on the planet was firing up right now creating a cacophony that built to a solid and sustained crescendo that may have well been French Horns and drums as it made the blood boil and synapses fire once more.
Preflight done, engines fired, flight controlls, check. He indicated chocks out and noticed that his hands were shaking as he raised them for the chief to see, they'll calm at takeoff, they always did, once the chief reemerged and began to marshal it was brakes off and they began to roll. The Sargeant gave his sharpest salute and Nine didn't need to hear him to know he'd yelled 'give 'em hell' as he did so. Nine returned the salute and moved to launch. Give 'em hell, the SSF-4 had the flight characteristics of a Sherman Tank, but three times the fire power, he'd give 'em hell indeed.
n the realm of philosophy, the term "Dark Emperor" does not generally refer to a single, standardized concept. However, the phrase is frequently employed as a potent metaphor or allegory within political philosophy, existentialism, and nihilism to depict the pinnacle of corrupt absolute power, amoral domination, and the manifestation of irrational human impulses.
Supreme authority is often fearsome, serving to prevent humans from killing one another in the "state of nature." However, when the ruler devolves into an absolute tyrant who stifles freedom of thought—such as the suppression of science during the Dark Ages—they become a "Dark Emperor" figure.
An effective ruler is better feared than loved. The Dark Emperor is the embodiment of this principle—ruling through fear, manipulation, and domination to maintain stability or enforce his personal will.
that the true ruler of this universe is neither reason nor a wise God, but rather a blind, wild, and insatiable irrational drive known as the Will to Live.
It is this force of "darkness" that relentlessly dictates and subjugates human consciousness, compelling us to ceaselessly pursue desires that lead only to suffering and eternal restlessness. Metaphorically speaking, the Will is the emperor of darkness that controls human life.
The strong individual is not bound by the traditional morality of the masses (slave morality).
In philosophical fiction, the "Dark Emperor" character often reflects a distortion of the *Übermensch* concept—an individual who transcends the boundaries of good and evil to establish their own laws in pursuit of a grand objective, even if they appear ruthless to the outside world.
From an existential perspective, darkness symbolizes the absence of meaning in the universe (nihilism). A Dark Emperor is a figure who recognizes this existential void; yet, rather than succumbing to despair, he chooses to conquer it by imposing his own will and power upon that emptiness.
i caught the dishwasher mid-soliloquy. it was debating cereal versus existentialism. the cereal won. there’s something beautiful about kitchens that don’t pretend to be more than they are. just light, structure and some crunchy drama.
First Winner In The Contest Of Existentialism Group:
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Reached #74 in Explore, 8/14
N = Novel, and I'm a Nerd!
GTWL = Light
For those of you who point out how I never smile ... here's a tiny glimpse.
I'm quoting an excerpt from Kundera's The Unbearable Lightness of Being. My picture is a poor attempt to honor one of my favorite novels. Maybe those who have read it will appreciate it, and those who haven't will add it to their To-Read lists!! :)
"Early in the novel that Tereza clutched under her arm when she went to visit Tomas, Anna meets Vronsky in curious circumstances: they are at the railway station when someone is run over by a train. At the end of the novel, Anna throws herself under a train. This symmetrical composition--the same motif appears at the beginning and at the end--may seem quite "novelistic" to you, and I am willing to agree, but only on condition that you refrain from reading such notions as "fictive," "fabricated," and "untrue to life" into the word "novelistic." Because human lives are composed in precisely such a fashion.
They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence (Beethoven's music, death under a train) into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the composition of the individual's life. Anna could have chosen another way to take her life. But the motif of death and the railway station, unforgettably bound to the birth of love, enticed her in her hour of despair with its dark beauty. Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress.
It is wrong, then, to chide the novel for being fascinated by mysterious coincidences (like the meeting of Anna, Vronsky, the railway station, and death or the meeting of Beethoven, Tomas, Tereza, and the cognac), but it is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty."
Accompanying Music: "Gnossienne No. 1" - Eric Satie
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Cómo aceptar que la vida sea digna de ser vivida, a pesar de todo lo adverso que hay en ella, es el tema central del existencialismo. VÃktor Frankl afirma que vivir es aceptar con dignidad el desafÃo que plantea la vida, con su carga de adversidad, y sobrevivir es hallar el sentido de ese sufrimiento.
¿Qué es el hombre, entonces? El ser humano es alguien inevitablemente afectado por su entorno. Sin embargo, el hombre tiene una cierta capacidad de elección, ya que puede conservar un vestigio de libertad espiritual, de independencia mental, incluso cuando se encuentra en circunstancias terribles de tensión psÃquica y fÃsica. Al hombre se le puede arrebatar todo, salvo una cosa: la última de las libertades humanas, la elección de la actitud personal ante un conjunto de circunstancias para decidir su propio camino.
Aun cuando parezca que las circunstancias son más fuertes, siempre hay ocasiones para elegir si uno va a ser o no juguete de dichas circunstancias, renunciando a la libertad y a la dignidad. Es esta libertad espiritual, que no se nos puede arrebatar lo que hace que la vida tenga sentido y propósito.
El modo en que un hombre acepta su destino y todo el sufrimiento que éste conlleva, la forma en que carga su cruz, le da muchas oportunidades —incluso bajo las peores de las adversidades— para dar a su vida un sentido más profundo. Puede conservar su valor, su dignidad, su generosidad.O bien, en la dura lucha por la supervivencia, puede olvidar su dignidad humana y ser poco más que un animal. Una situación difÃcil puede proporcionarle la oportunidad de hacer méritos en el camino de la superación.
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Accepting that life is worth living, despite adverse everything in it, is the central theme of existentialism. Viktor Frankl said that living is to accept with dignity the challenge of life, with its load of adversity and survive is to find the meaning of that suffering.
What is man, then? The human being is someone inevitably affected by their environment. However, the man has some choice as it can preserve a vestige of spiritual freedom, independence of mind, even when you're in terrible circumstances of physical and mental stress. The man can take everything except one thing: the last of human freedoms, the choice of personal attitude to a set of circumstances to determine their own path.
Even when it seems that circumstances are stronger, there are always reasons to choose if one is to be or not to toy such circumstances, renouncing freedom and dignity. It is this spiritual freedom, we were not able to snatch what makes life meaningful and purpose.
The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which bear his cross, gives him many opportunities, even under the worst of adversity, to give your life a deeper meaning. Keep your courage, your dignity, your generosidad.O But in the bitter struggle for survival, may forget his human dignity and to be little more than an animal. A difficult situation can provide the opportunity to look good in the way of improvement.
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Sartre contends that human existence is a conundrum whereby each of us exists....gob·ble·dy·gook! Enjoy your morning coffee and move on already. 😮
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I stopped my car, driving to Liberchies, Belgium; the Django-Reinhardt-Festival had to wait; the two honeymooners, looking out of that window, maybe wanted to take a walk to the nearby guitar-festival too, but they were badly fenced in…
I was driving when I saw this elderly lady sitting at a bus stop and everything I saw looked like a very interesting picture to me. I parked as fast I could (across the street from the bus stop) and took this picture from my car window. I got one picture and a few seconds later, she was on the bus and on her way home.
in a Starbucks Café, SOHO, Prince Street, Manhattan - a wonderful place to rest and write and read and think - listening to blues music, drinking coffee (even tea), using a notebook by wireless lan - watching people going by ... - read my wordpress article at flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/what-a-wonderful-...
"If time frightens us, this is because it works out the problem and the solution comes afterward." -Albert Camus
Il garzone factotum della villa Sanfelice a San Giorgio , nel fondo si intravede la casa della marchesa.
Non ricordo che ci facessero quegli stracci sul carretto ricordo solo che la marchesa Sanfelice. zia di un mio caro amico, era una specie di virago e lo trattava insolentendolo per le sue incapacità , "vorrei essere omo !"
diceva continuamente pensando di menarlo.
Il poverino era un pò tonto e in fondo la marchesa gli voleva bene, era sola e passava le giornate contando le mosche che riusciva a schacciare con una racchetta.. io l' ho saputo quando sentendola contare le chiesi il motivo.
Un giorno mi annunciò orgogliosa "quarantacinque !"
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