Caesar R. Harging

I am but a fragile whisper adrift in the continuum of my pious being—wavering and unanchored in the vacuity of meaning. Unless I, elect, cast my profane core of volatile principle into the embers of dogma by volition, I will stand at the vanguard of desecration, smiling as the World turns to ash. Partus: Vol. VII

I don't remember where I found this, but its spot on.

Nature is Machiavellian. You’re not special, She’s got a goal in mind.

"A complete man must be an artist, a warrior, and a philosopher.” — Cellini

The more predatory you are, The more you wave around your empathy as a flag for everyone to see. ”Look at me!” ”Look at me!” ”See? I’m so nice and harmless! 👀”

Forever grateful I never got what I said I wanted

”Until death, all defeat is psychological”

Everyone faces this temptation Do NOT invite it in, and let it have its way with you. It’ll eat away at everything you have until there is nothing left of you. It’s not worth it. Don’t be Little Red Riding Hood. Take your fucking accountability.

The Narcissist’s Prayer: That didn’t happen. And if it did, it wasn’t that bad. And if it was, that’s not a big deal. And if it is, that’s not my fault. And if it was, I didn’t mean it. And if I did, You deserved it.

A lonely man with autism called 911 asking for someone to wish him a happy birthday.. and these police officers surprised him at his door

“Act and God will act, work and He will work.” — St. Joan of Arc

Consciousness is memory triaged. An adaptive algorithm that filters memory for relevance while parsing raw sensory input, where each potential action carries a modal weight expressed as emotion. These weighted modules compete, and the dominant configuration is rendered “Action.”

I am not a sovereign entity. The body I inhabit is a cog in a cosmic machine, moving toward an end it cannot begin to comprehend. I and I are an ātmanic expression of the primordial motion by which all emergence proceeds, whose continuance eternally compels potential into form.

When confidence eclipses competence, the mind corrodes and conviction is rendered vaporous.

Regardless of how you were raised it’s your job to grow up.

The Lord’s verdict was struck, and fate consummated. And In my refusal to bow, grief built its altar upon my face. An aphotic deluge found its way through my eyes, carving visceral canyons along its voyage south—upon my devout, unwavering frown. Leaving behind only a brittle memorial of salty fragments once synonymous with Love Herself—a thin carcass laid bare to dry. And with the careless dusting of a cheek, I erased the last trace of Her martyrdom, casting Her back into the same inexistence from which She once emerged.

Dr. Jordan Peterson is the most brilliant mind of the 21st century. Prayers for him.