I’ve been hiding, almost. My pile of “must attend to’s” just keeps growing and growing and growing. Its just that its completely exhausting to deal with everything, and I’d really just rather sleep.
And God, I sound like my mother. I remember her saying this exact thing right after she left my dad.
Run, you clever boy. And remember.
What is a belief? How does it originate? Every belief is a considering-something-true.
The most extreme form of nihilism would be the view that every belief, every considering-something-true, is necessarily false cause there simply is no true world. Thus, a perspectival appearance whose origin lies in us (in so far as we continually need a narrower, abbreviated, simplified world).
That it is the measure of strength to what extent we can admit to ourselves, without perishing, the merely apparent character, the necessity of lies.
To this extent, nihilism, as the denial of a truthful world, of being, might be a divine way of thinking.
Andrei Rublev (1969), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
And Doctor River Song. Oh you bad bad girl. What trouble have you got for me this time?