Anonymous
6/23/2025, 10:33:14 PM No.24490781
Books for this feel?
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I hate death. - /lit/ (#24490781) [Archived: 940 hours ago]
Anonymous
6/23/2025, 10:54:08 PM No.24490838
>>24490781 (OP)
The long poem I'm writing. Will keep you posted.
The long poem I'm writing. Will keep you posted.
Anonymous
6/24/2025, 12:52:01 AM No.24491130
>>24490871
"But like all philosophers he is still bound by (the human condition), and his main task in life becomes the denial of what the anus represents: that in fact, he is nothing but body so far as nature is concerned. Nature's values are bodily values, human values are mental values, and though they take the loftiest flights they are built upon excrement, impossible without it, always brought back to it. As Montaigne put it, on the highest throne in the world man sits on his arse. Usually this epigram makes people laugh because it seems to reclaim the world from artificial pride and snobbery and to bring things back to egalitarian values. But if we push the observation even further and say men sit not only on their arse, but over a warm and fuming pile of their own excrement - the joke is no longer funny. The tragedy of man's dualism, his ludicrous situation, becomes too real. The anus and its incomprehensible, repulsive product represents not only physical determinism and boundness, but the fate as well of all that is physical: decay and death."
- Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets, Dav Pilkey
"But like all philosophers he is still bound by (the human condition), and his main task in life becomes the denial of what the anus represents: that in fact, he is nothing but body so far as nature is concerned. Nature's values are bodily values, human values are mental values, and though they take the loftiest flights they are built upon excrement, impossible without it, always brought back to it. As Montaigne put it, on the highest throne in the world man sits on his arse. Usually this epigram makes people laugh because it seems to reclaim the world from artificial pride and snobbery and to bring things back to egalitarian values. But if we push the observation even further and say men sit not only on their arse, but over a warm and fuming pile of their own excrement - the joke is no longer funny. The tragedy of man's dualism, his ludicrous situation, becomes too real. The anus and its incomprehensible, repulsive product represents not only physical determinism and boundness, but the fate as well of all that is physical: decay and death."
- Captain Underpants and the Attack of the Talking Toilets, Dav Pilkey