Knowledge before thought is dogma.
Mystery is not a precondition for awe — wonder is.
The mystic mistakes the unknown for the divine, and the scientist mistakes the quantifiable for the absolute — both are irrational.
The meaning of life is to be found in the opposite of what kills you.
The cynic is distrustful of others because they are distrustful of themselves. "If I am indeed so wretched, surely everyone must be, after all, it is the world that made me this way." Therefore, to maintain their sanity, the cynic must regard what is most holy as the most suspicious — for, if absolute good did exist, then the transparency of their evil would become too much to bare.
The relativist is lost spiritually. Their internal compass is without bearings, so they must comply neurotically with prevailing dogmas, as the comfort of consensus is more tolerable than the discomfort of being aimless.
The neglected child turns to art when they can no where else.
Cynicism is the ultimate cowardice — it is the rejection of values before contemplation, it is the stealing of victory before battle, it is the state that the fearful adopt when they've begun to fettishize their own pity — it is derived from the opposite of courage.
An ethical society would not need laws.
To those with indefensible motives, everything appears as an attack.
I write books in my essays, and essays in my aphorisms.
There exist no limits to an ideologue's doggedness. The most possessed among them will deny, destroy, and redefine anything that contradicts their delusions. Even the word "contradiction" itself cannot escape their disfigurements — if needed, they'll contradict that too.
For every word a philosopher speaks, another three is put into his mouth.
Assessments of art should not pertain to whether or not the work is objectively good or bad, but to whether it is good or bad for us.
Some people can find the good in anything, and sometimes the greatness of something is undeniable — and so too for evil.
Deify me at your own risk; I never claimed to be an angel.
With regards to existentialism, my many ponderings have led me to one conclusion: that refusals of meaning require a denial of utility, and that any philosophy which claims to do either — by its own logic — is of no use to anyone, and that the morality of all things can be determined by the things that they allow for — for, what could be worse than the thing that allows for nothing, or nothing good to exist? — and that a good life — a life lived to be maximally conducive to the production of good — is achievable, but to most, likely undesirable.
A truly nihilistic philosophy could not justify its own existence. Therefore, nihilism is not a philosophy; it is what propagates in the absence of one.
Facts are binary, ethics are on a spectrum, and taste is holographic.
The meaning of life is more or less self evident, those who lack of awareness of it just lack selves.
In some ways, the general aim of my project can be seen as an attempt to reproduce awareness; I'm a mind rapist of sorts.
The common man's idea of common sense is a delusion. What they're sensing is that most people are inhabited by a similar state of psychosis, and are each deluded about the same things very in similar ways.
True judgment requires a rational mind, rationality requires high intelligence, and high intelligence is uncommon. Therefore, the judgments from most people are either unoriginal, prejudice or both.
Great minds think alike. The greatest minds are identical.
No one is more sure of their openness than those who are sure that sureness is impossible; they're too open to acknowledge fact.
No claim is true if it cannot be true by its own logic; if it cannot withstand its own scrutiny or reasoning then it is false.
No man has ever denied life and lived to get away with it; only the creative get to live forever.

Text author: Antjuan Finch

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