Potentially Saving My Own Life And Laughing At The “Decline” (The Dying Logs Day 7)

The easiest way to bring out your worst tendencies is to think/pretend little to nothing matters. Combine this with time time, freedom, and proclivity (less developed in areas that tend to protect from vice such as strength and nobility) and you’re at risk of accomplishing nothing worthwhile in this life at all.

To a somewhat conspiracy minded individual that’s why there’s nearly constant attacks meant to demotivate through confusion and general promotion of evil over good.

To a somewhat pragmatically minded individual degeneracy is mainly the result of the excesses of comfort and we happen to be on the end of a endless cycle of the “hard times build strong men…strong men build good times…. Good times create weak men…Weak men fuck everything up… and we are on the tail end of the prosperity end of the cycle.

I’d say I fall into a more nuanced and elaborate view than each of these avatar people I’ve quickly created.

There’s also certainly further nuance when you address many other aspects of decline (think what technology has allowed alone).

Whatever arguments you my make, a person with open eyes can’t deny that individual vice – hidden or shameless – is prevalent and no amount of niceties and acceptance can begin to keep things together.

From a fairly young age, I considered my time the Titanic and accepted certain things that made going towards my negative proclivities sometimes quite easy.

After all, you can easily have a Dorian Grey situation and no one bats an eye, no one even thinks it’s wrong especially with some success and other accepted positive outward displays.

And so things go. Whatever demon grasps at you strongest (again it is individual but few are immune) whether it’s jouissance or gambling.

And it even becomes boring. Godard’s “2 first films” becomes easily relevant here. The radical ideas and experimentation (of Breathless) are replaced with straight hardcore degeneracy (Every Man Fir Himself) to Netflix and chill with some weird internet history or something – not even worth making art about.

Its deeply sad but laughter becomes the coping method for me at least. In my younger days ide laugh sadastically and sarcastically. Get to it. After all, I was quite better than the average man except my truly worst periods.

Of course I’ve been through many periods during the years particularly with the weirdness of my life, but I can say it’s but quite some time before I don’t have some form of laugh internally and externally.

Now I very much don’t. In fact I find myself utterly incapable, blatantly used up in this evil utterance.

If I laugh at things now it is only a friendly/fatherly laughter knowing yes I am unimportant like everyone but also can be very important like everyone and yes I am human like everyone but I can also be an incredibly human like everyone.

Any laugh at decline is because I know it won’t beat me and because at the end of the day evil is so weak and so boring while goodness is so complex, exciting, worthwhile, and beautiful. It’s funny with so much muck inside and out that there is this beauty within the higher.

Funny right? I thought this was all a game, an accident. That statement is the most laughable of all.

On a personal note:

Woke up already in noticeably worse stomach pain with other significantly unpleasant elements).

These last 2 days of antibiotics (IV in hospital plus one day of oral) have improved Pnemonia significantly though still very much here.

This post came out of nowhere and was written just as one take as a video. I like that. Good sign. Hope you enjoyed.

FYI all my writing is done on this terrible WordPress editor on my phone so more mistakes than usual. Need to fix that somehow.