![]() “For the rest of the earth’s organisms, existence is relatively uncomplicated. That may be no way to live, but to opt for depression would be to opt out of existence as we consciously know it.” One look at human existence is proof enough that our species will not be released from the stranglehold of emotionalism that anchors it to hallucinations. How advantageous that we are not coerced into choosing one or the other, neither choice being excellent. The alternatives are clear: to live falsely as pawns of affect, or to live factually as depressives, or as individuals who know what is known to the depressive. There would be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be, and no one to know. ![]() Yet what other way is there to live? Without the ever-clanking machinery of emotion, everything would come to a standstill. And to live on our emotions is to live arbitrarily, inaccurately-imparting meaning to what has none of its own. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it is made so by laboratories inside us producing the emotions on which we live. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. ![]() ![]() Whatever may be really “out there” cannot project itself as an affective experience. “This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is inherently compelling. ![]()
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