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betterbooktitles

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I know this is probably a joke but I’m in a negative mental state so I feel like complaining

This feels super elitist and gatekeeepy

Some people don’t even have the attention span for a 3 hour movie

We should be allowed to watch a YouTube video summarizing the whole thing in the form of shitposts

And even then we probably won’t get it

Because we’re fucking retarded dipshits who wouldn’t understand the most blatant and direct theming and narrative of a book if it crushed our skulls like a grape

Even if we are somehow able to get the obvious and glaring overt message, we won’t be able to understand anything deeper beyond that because subtext and context clues are hard

We need to be told what to think, how and why to think that, and what facts we’re supposed to blindly parrot to others with no critical thought or research put into it at all

In fact, we probably never had a single original thought our whole lives and might very well not even have free will to begin with

Are we even sentient

Are we alive

Are we real

Does any of that fucking matter when you can’t handle being told to do literally anything without wanting to kill someone yourself included?

Does anyone even actually like you because god knows you fucking hate yourself beyond the means of mortal expression or comprehension, so even the slightest non issue becomes a suicide inducing self deprecation hellbent on justification towards the spiral and self abuse and destruction you’ve somehow kept going for twenty fucking years without killing yourself already because you’re too much of a fucking pussy to do it and you’re actively being peer pressured by retards who have gaslit themselves into thinking you can be saved, or that you want to

Because clearly if you wanted to do better, you would have just been better ten years ago

You clearly aren’t sorry for a single thing you’ve ever done, and your emotions might not even be real since you can flip them on and off on a fucking dime

You might either be the worlds best or worlds worst manipulator

Everyone is in a toxic relationship with you and yet they refuse to wake up and see how much that you are actively harming them mentally and emotionally and probably would harm them physically if you knew you could get away with it

You’re sick in the head

You’re a degenerate freak of a monster who deserves not even eternal torment in hell

Hell would be a mercy after what you have done, are doing, and will continue to do with no remorse, regret, shame, second thought or even first thought

You will just keep living your life blinded by impulse and finding every excuse you can to find a way to blame it on others or your fucking crippled convulsing mass of literal shit called your “”””””BrAiN””””””

You disgust me

You never deserved to waste your life

Let alone live a good one

I hope there truly is no afterlife

So that way

You can finally have an eternity to do the one thing you’ve been running from for twenty years

Face the consequences of your sins

Confront your demons

And admit you are ultimately unworthy and unwilling to accept salvation

So you must ultimately abandon all those who care for you to show them that they truly are better off without you

You were never meant to exist

You are entropy made manifest

You

Are

Keaton

Bat

Myers

And the non existent god willing you will face punishment for that fact

chufff

renkkai

Marketable plushie or homunculus?

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don't have a funny caption for this one. stego

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don't have a funny caption for this one. stego

sayach4nn

The original moe nightcore anime girl

maraudraugr725

Oh hi Hatate

#touhou project

maraudraugr725

Tactical Gas Mask dudes are epic

Truly one of the most based of character design tropes.Most surely, anyone dressed like this immediately gains my interest and appreciation.I cannot think of a single character designed like this I do not love

warm4whenever

Somebody help me, I'm having this phase again.

maraudraugr725

Just let it happen brother (sorry if that was mean to call you I kinda treat stuff like “bro” and “dude” as gender neutral unless explicitly stated by whoever I’m talking to they don’t want me to call them that)

whencyclopedia

The Song of the Hoe: Praise for an Ancient Mesopotamian Farming Tool

The Song of the Hoe is a Sumerian praise poem celebrating the hoe for its many uses and linking it to the creation of the world by the great god Enlil. As the economy of Mesopotamia was almost entirely based on agriculture, it is not surprising to find an agricultural implement as the subject of a hymn of praise.

The poem is dated to circa 2000 BCE, and copies were found at Nippur (also known as Nibru), as well as many other locations, beginning in the 19th century through the mid-20th century. Scholars disagree on whether the poem can be defined as a creation myth, though it certainly has elements throughout to suggest this, with some claiming it was probably sung by field hands and farmers in the same way people sing while performing repetitive tasks today: to pass the time while also establishing a rhythm for the work.

This is suggested by the repetition of the word for “hoe” – al – throughout as well as other words and names with al in them. The constant reiteration of al in the original language would have made the song a tongue twister, and so a form of entertainment, while also producing a rhythmic beat. Some scholars, including Jeremy Black, contend it was most likely not sung in fields but in classrooms as part of the educational process, during which a student first copied and then recited a work of literature.

Whatever purpose the song served, it was clearly popular, as many copies have been found, some with slight or significant differences in some of the lines, but all obviously the same work. The Song of the Hoe remains a favorite in Mesopotamian studies in the present day as it is among the most frequently anthologized; just as it seems to have been over 2000 years ago.

Background

As with almost all of Mesopotamian literature, the author of the piece is unknown, as is the occasion of its composition. It is dated toward the end of the 3rd millennium BCE, with circa 2000 BCE most cited. While scholars disagree on why or precisely when the piece was written, it has been established that it was used in the edubba (“House of Tablets”), the scribal schools that produced the literate members of Mesopotamian society.

Students began their education mastering the art of writing cuneiform script and then moved on to copying relatively simple works known as the Tetrad (groups of four compositions) before they were assigned work on the Decad (groups of ten compositions), which was more difficult. The Song of the Hoe was included in the Decad, which a student needed to master before moving on to the more intricate compositions that led to graduation.

Scholar Jeremy Black suggests the repetition of al was a purposeful word game for students who would have been asked to recite it after copying the piece. Black comments:

The Mesopotamian hoe was more like a mattock than a modern garden hoe. Its wide blade was at right angles to the shaft, which meant it could be used like a pick to break up earth, as well as to till and smooth it. As scribal students in Nibru were mostly affluent urbanites destined for careers in temple administration, it is unlikely that any of them would have ever seen the business end of a hoe.

The composition should perhaps be seen as at once reminding the young men that the foundations of institutional prosperity rest on manual labor, while distancing them from it through elaborate intellectual word games and clever origin myths. (312)

Rather than a repetitive rhyme for a field hand, Black suggests, the poem was an intricate gauge of how well a student could master the different uses al is put to throughout and would also have served as a form of entertainment as one tried to recite it.

Scholar Samuel Noah Kramer contends that the piece is a creation myth but not so much of the world as of the primary implement that enabled the planting of crops and the building of cities. Kramer, in fact, translates the title as “The Creation of the Pickaxe” as the focus of the piece is not on creation per se but on the uses and wonders of the hoe itself. Kramer does not deny that the piece was used in the edubba and would most likely agree with Black’s conclusion on its purpose. In considering the work as a creation myth, however, he points out that the central ‘character’ of the work is the hoe, not Enlil or the many other deities named.

⇒ The Song of the Hoe: Praise for an Ancient Mesopotamian Farming Tool