DUDE NOTHING MATTERS BECAUSE IM A STUFFY FAGGOT WITH NO PASSION OR DRIVE ERGO EVERYTHINGS MEANINGLESS AND EMPTY LMAO

>>1135789
'knowledge' is incoherent. Everything is ultimately just 'beliefs', which are mental states that precede and dictate conscious behavior. Beliefs are based, fundamentally, on inductive assumptions.

Again, you can describe a mind as exhibiting beliefs but 'possessing absolute knowledge' is an incoherent spook.

>>1135995
Pretty sure I don't believe I'm typing this right now you goddamn turbo autist

>>1136022
What are you on about my man?

>>1136038
Le epin u can't kno nuffn XP maymay is useless past "be aware of the inherent limitations of your senses and your culturally conditioned worldview" and is an obstacle to any potentially productive discourse.

What I'm saying is your shits tedious fucking cancer fuck off

>>1135789
Why does that picture have The xx logo?

>>1136089
Production? Usefulness? Is modal realism productive or useful? I would think not yet it seems to be philosophy nevertheless. So I don't see your point or your argument.

>>1136163
Nihilists are fags

>>1135789
Dr we about to listen to an xx albulm? I enjoyed the first one.

>>1137463
Not an argument

>>1135995
Is this absolutely true?

>>1135789
Nihilism isn't so bad. It's antinatalism I don't fucking understand.

>>1140701
It's simple really, boils down to don't be an asshole.

>>1140701
just edge, confusing cynicism with realism

Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won't know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it's what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn't really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I've felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I've been pretending I'm okay, just to get along, just for, I don't know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.