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Marcus Aurelius was the Jack Murphy of the 2nd century. He even had a cuck beard.
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You could have simply said white people need to make more white babies.At the end of the day Peterson is still just a boomer lib who desperately clings to the fantasy of universalism even though he knows it to be false because he's too scared to admit the inevitable conclusions of his logic.
White pride has practical value. If responsibility is preached as the path to meaning and that taking responsibility for upholding the cultural institutions of the west is a moral obligation then the most effective way to get your message across is through encouraging white people to take pride in their shared heritage.
It's hard to take Aurelius seriously after he let every gladiator in Rome fuck his wife. Seems to me all that stoicism he professed was just übercope.
It’s almost makes me believe that he threw the whole evil demon troll rat tantrum on purpose, but it’s more likely he genuinely got mad thereA microcosm for a lack of foresight. Like he had zero (and I mean absolutely zero) idea that people would to this reply in a particular way
Who said anything about Stoics not having feelings? Stoicism is about keeping your emotions under control and dealing with obstacles appropriately, not going YOLO and stone-faced.People who aren't cucked don't need to wax poetic into their diary everyday about muh feels. Doesn't seem very stoic to me.
Sure, if the meditations were full of Aurelius seething about such and such gladiator cucking him with his wife I might agree with you but they're not. They're full of inspiring messages to keep going and not let the bad things in his life dogpile him.If you need cry into a personal journal on the daily you don't have your emotions under control
People who aren't cucked don't need to wax poetic into their diary everyday about muh feels. Doesn't seem very stoic to me.
Marcus Aurelius would have been a redditor in today's world.Marcus Aurelius was the Jack Murphy of the 2nd century. He even had a cuck beard.
That's sounds like a redditor trying to excuse his cuckness and how he is happy with his wife fucking everyone in town.Sure, if the meditations were full of Aurelius seething about such and such gladiator cucking him with his wife I might agree with you but they're not. They're full of inspiring messages to keep going and not let the bad things in his life dogpile him.
He is a bit effeminate and has some interests that are typically feminine, like psychology (heavily people oriented). I don't think he is gay, though. Not strictly, at least.Now that you mention it...
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I don't think he is but then again I've never seen a straight man wear buckled shoes.
He might not be gay but he is a faggotHe is a bit effeminate and has some interests that are typically feminine, like psychology (heavily people oriented). I don't think he is gay, though. Not strictly, at least.
This is an excellent point and goes to the heart of philosophy!Stoicism is about conformity and quiet resignation to your luck which is super easy to pull off when you are rich nobility
Rasselas leaves, "convinced of the emptiness of rhetorical sounds, and the inefficacy of polished periods and studied sentences." Johnson wrote the novel to cover his much-loved mother's funeral expenses. I am certain philosophers provided him with no comfort in his grief.Rasselas, who could not conceive how any man could reason so forcibly without feeling the cogency of his own arguments, paid his visit in a few days, and was denied admission. He had now learned the power of money, and made his way by a piece of gold to the inner apartment, where he found the philosopher in a room half darkened, with his eyes misty and his face pale. “Sir,” said he, “you are come at a time when all human friendship is useless; what I suffer cannot be remedied: what I have lost cannot be supplied. My daughter, my only daughter, from whose tenderness I expected all the comforts of my age, died last night of a fever. My views, my purposes, my hopes, are at an end: I am now a lonely being, disunited from society.”
“Sir,” said the Prince, “mortality is an event by which a wise man can never be surprised: we know that death is always near, and it should therefore always be expected.” “Young man,” answered the philosopher, “you speak like one that has never felt the pangs of separation.” “Have you then forgot the precepts,” said Rasselas, “which you so powerfully enforced? Has wisdom no strength to arm the heart against calamity? Consider that external things are naturally variable, but truth and reason are always the same.” “What comfort,” said the mourner, “can truth and reason afford me? Of what effect are they now, but to tell me that my daughter will not be restored?”