The Gladiator

The U.S. military doesn't seem to actually accomplish anything besides bullying the crap out of small, much weaker nations and evaporating lots of money in huge explosions. You would think the far and away most lavishly funded military in the world would actually be able to accomplish something of value.

The U.S. military doesn't seem to actually accomplish anything besides bullying the crap out of small, much weaker nations and evaporating lots of money in huge explosions. You would think the far and away most lavishly funded military in the world would actually be able to accomplish something of value.

For me, this is what I think a great man should be; He lives in solitude. He has renounced the illusory pleasures of life and has few material possessions. He teaches himself physics and philosophy. He exercises daily to stay healthy. He knows about politics and reads widely. Nothing escapes his curiosity. He is self sufficient and not dependent upon the system for his needs. He can grow, forage, and kill his own food. He has a high degree of autonomy over his own life. He does not have any masters. Nor is he anybody else's master. His only master is himself.

It seems like success with women is equal to spending half of your life working to create a giant illusion, something vastly tiring and annoying, while sacrificing your own true self and your own interests. We construct our lives around nest-building. We're like male birds building nests and showing them off to attract mates. It's pathetic. Everything we do is to get women.

Oscar Wilde once said "if women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no value."

Someone needs to invent a drug which has no hormonal imbalance side-effects but is able to erase a man's sex drive and attraction to women. It would increase productivity rates to incredible heights. I'd be free and happy. I'd feel complete.

The way I see it, it makes us soft and weak, absolutely dependent on the consumerist civilization. The age of convenience has made us lazy — lazy in body and in mind, addicted to convenience and instant results. Society everywhere is now driven by the treadmill of work and consumption.

Every so called primitive hunter gatherer knows how to improvise a shelter and find wild edibles. Not only do industrialized or "civilized" people lack primitive skills, we even lack civilized skills — most of us can’t even change the oil in a car. We are the most pathetic and powerless humans who have ever lived.

The way I see it, it makes us soft and weak, absolutely dependent on the consumerist civilization. The age of convenience has made us lazy — lazy in body and in mind, addicted to convenience and instant results. Society everywhere is now driven by the treadmill of work and consumption.

Every so called primitive hunter gatherer knows how to improvise a shelter and find wild edibles. Not only do industrialized or "civilized" people lack primitive skills, we even lack civilized skills — most of us can’t even change the oil in a car. We are the most pathetic and powerless humans who have ever lived.

Friedrich Nietzsche says, “Please, don’t destroy people’s lies, their illusions, because if you destroy their illusions they will not be able to live at all; they will collapse.”

-Life is meaningless

-You create your own reality

-We are doomed to be free

-Being and experiencing are preferable to following a moral code or some purpose in life

-Human potential is unlimited even though there is no ultimate meaning to it.

I've pretty much come to the conclusion that there are just very few girls who I would be willing to spend any significant amount of time with, and even if I were to meet such a girl, she would probably completely avoid me, and/or have a million other guys competing for her attention.

A block which weighs 2.0N is on a horizontal surface and moves with a constant velocity when a force F=1.5N is applied to the block.

a. What is the magnitude and direction of the friction force acting on the block?

b. What is the coefficient of the kinetic friction between the block and the surface?

Let us examine the life of any random American. John Smith wakes up at eight in the morning. He spends fifteen minutes dressing up. He spends 15 minutes eating. By 8:30 a.m. he has left for work. He drives for 30 minutes. By 9 a.m., he is in his office, where he will be for nine hours. At 6 p.m., he is on his way home. By 6:30 p.m. he gets home and turns on the TV. He spends three hours watching something. At 9:30 p.m., he makes sexual advances toward his wife and they have sex. Fifteen minutes later they fall asleep together. The cycle repeats itself thousands of times. And nobody bothers to ask why. Why do repeat this cycle thousands of times?

Life is vain. Meaningless. Boring. Uninteresting. Useless. Futile. Pointless. Colorless. Bland. Slow. Bittersweet. It's everything that sounds like death to me.

A life free from possessions. Free from religious strictures. Free from schedules, jobs, bosses, bills, grades, traffic, taxes, laws, news, and money. Free from worry. Free to grab and hunt your own food and sleep and wake up whenever you please?

The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this imposter; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.- Rousseau

The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this imposter; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.- Rousseau

To retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then you could renounce culture and ambitions; you would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?