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I need more people to talk about Babylon Berlin. Gereon Rath i luv u!

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2099

Part 1

The Box

The Lie

The Deep

The Truth

The Captain

The Rock

The Sea

The Balance

Part 2

The Power

The Lock

The Answers

The Child

The Ruins

The Walk

The Dark

The Light

(originally posted May 26-June 10 2025)

(edited on June 26 2025)

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look at my parents guys, theyre so adorbs!

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Season 1 Fox Mulder, pls save me!

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First look at Daniel Craig and Drew Starkey in Luca Guadagnino's Queer (2024) for anon 💕

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Where does one find meaning in life, journey or the end?

We understand how the grand scheme of seeking a positive experience is in and of itself a negative experience. Akin to this is our perception about learning what gives meaning to life, that as we continue to seek for it, it eventually become meaningless. It is entwined in our natural existence our attempt to yearn our own way. Gone are days of being young and absent-minded, we now welcome the stage of seeking for greater authenticity of existential enlightenment.  Inevitably at some point in time, we will experience and understand what gives meaning to human life. Similar as how billions of years ago, the cosmos is indistinguishable, a buoyant grotesque of dust and gas in the vacuity. Inadvertently, a mysterious disturbance commenced the string of events that led to the formation of life we currently experience.

It is simple and plain to the extent that we need not to rush in panic. Perhaps, life is just meant to be lived. In a sense that letting everything happen to you without any certainty. The beauty and terror of life getting through your very veins. The heat of the sun touching your skin, the wind blowing your hairs, your feet feeling the dirt of the earth, spontaneous and unconstrained.

But surely, we will never get the answer as it is neither the journey nor the end. You can only find it within yourself, there. It lives within us. However, understanding it is all worthless unless we face it with great awareness, opens our inner eye that it is just around us. And not become limited that only the thoughts of these two concepts gestures meaning.

And when the timely existential crisis asks permission to start again, it needs remembering that everyone is playing the same game. No one knows what they are doing nor what they are up to, and it is alright. Become limitless and flowing, just as how Siddhartha found true wisdom in the currents of the river.

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Untitled

There was this blog I read about a story of a young mother. She gave birth to a little boy at the age of 19 which was clearly a result of demoniacal acts done to her. With all other better things to do in a situation where there is no possible good thing to exist, she decided to keep and raise the child. She was robbed of her teenage years—one of the crucial parts of understanding the fundamental sense of self before coming to adulthood—and was forced to keep abreast with motherhood.

Her child speaks good of her, that she was a loving and caring mother. And the kid knew that the comfort he enjoys are the fruit of working several jobs, skipping meals, and sacrifices his mother had to endure. Then when he graduated college, had a degree, and fulfilled the promise to his mother, she ended it all. Left a note that said her life however piteous and tragic, he made it radiant and painless.

This true story appeal to me as a bewildering thought—the act of selflessness that I cannot fully catch. It is as though a mother bird seeing hatchling take a flight and flap their wings then soar through an abyss where it meets the nothingness. Like having a short-lived life to submit to an unwanted duty but at the same gave the fullest without anticipating for reciprocity. And this quality of a feminine being is something that falls in the otherness of the ethics of alterity. The continual drive to care and prioritize others, not to be present for oneself, and fully surrender in the idea of becoming a being for others. And I reckon, that she may have perceived the path of self as a starting point to understand her son but rather ultimately recognized her own beingness, which associated a cost—her demise.

Recognizing the face of otherness is acknowledging that there are beings existing separately from us. And these separate beings, when you hear their grins, feel the tightness of their hugs, and see their innocent faces permits a sensation and awareness. The feeling of sentiment invites us to act compassionately. It is a rather learned practice since humans are inherently individual agents. To think that it is an independent choice resonates a heavy feeling of desolation.

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The Ethics and Sciences

It has long been debated that ethics and science are two recognizably different disciplines. The stereotypical understanding of ethics is that it is a system of moral principles which we mainly comprehend as right and wrong or the good and bad. Scientific approach on the other hand explores a completely varying nature of empirical findings that is bounded with theories, experiments, and scientific investigations. Yet, this remains to be distinct as it poses not a matter of factual knowledge the way the sciences are, but ethics alternatively applies in the principles of morality.

However, there is a gray area where we tackle ethics as a science. Not necessarily ethics strictly working as a science but rather a modern ethical theory which suggests the natural sciences of innate human nature. As evolutionary biologists put it, the neurological foundation of moral decision-making and the ‘darwinism’ of morality.

As for instance, Calves are capable of standing and walking, hours after they are born. The human baby on the other hand is the most helpless infants among the animalia. Our parents must be on our side for years raising us before we could be left unsupervised. Our parents devoted their time to this out of nothing but kindness. Kindness, which is just a puzzle piece in philosophy, happens to be an intrinsic human element.

Even deep back in time, where archeologists found a jaw of a roughly 40-year-old male which was deduced to belonged to a member of the homo erectus family, it was found to have only one tooth. Which suggests that it lived for years eating that way, but ‘someone’ is helping him to properly consume food; out of nothing but perhaps compassion.

I happen to understand Ethics as a science in the sense that it is embedded within us. We have to understand that although science is a discipline that deals most with the complex understanding of the universe, ethics is in the very sense of our genetic blueprint, our DNA. The biology that comprises us and allow us to be human.

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The Ring of Gyges

If you are in possession of the ring, how would you use it?

We are intrinsically wicked just as much as we are intrinsically righteous. Balanced, as all things are ought to be. It is true however that humans act just because we cannot fathom getting condemned with injustices. That we cannot bear to be judged and suffer the negative consequences of wrong doings. So, the righteousness outweighs, and we get on with it.

Vileness is just hidden behind our demure character. It only emerges when an external element triggers the long unwritten print of goodness engraved in our being. Or when we have a magical ring.

Even I cannot deny the presence of slightest possibility of resorting to take advantage of things if I am in possession of the ring. Just to explore the irresistible desire to disappear suddenly, as though I am to spectate life, just log off, and grasp how would the earth turn without my presence. To get hold of the ring and just twist away from disappointments, cringes, embarrassments, and every moment that dismantles my utopia.

I reckon the impulse that lingers within us to wear the ring is driven by our discontentment and fear. The continual desire to have more even though our species are not built to be more, speaks loudly about our being not of humaneness but wanting to get comfortable. And the fear that is resultative from the failure of abiding to our moral codes—eventually challenging our nobleness, engages us to maneuver an act that neutralizes the perception of our being; giving license to indulge in the idea that acting congruently is relative.

Although with all that, considerably, there would still be a piece of conscience that remains beneath our being. And the conscience is the fundamental good on how we “should” make use of the ring. That eventually, we would find ourselves constrained within a mind that is struggling with moral dilemma. That albeit we succumb to a flexible moral code as a response, we will just convince ourselves that being just is always preferable than violating our own principles; howbeit, irrepressible.

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Swann Arlaud with specs and no we will never stop talking about him

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uhm, you had me at hello?????

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he's such a baby

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Bojack Horseman

It'll be a never-ending cycle of unsatisfaction about our lives, hence learn to appreciate even the little things.

because it will never be enough.

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Summer of 85

I cannot thoroughly put into words how this film made me feel. Maybe after all this time, I had a wrong perception about love and loving someone. I've always thought that I will never be capable of love in both ways: loving and being loved. The mere thought of romance is terribly depressing, but I reckon it'll be a waste of a lifetime if I will never experience this kind of feeling however fleeting.

Truly enough, there will never be a perfect definition of our love for someone as we have our own ways and own understanding. And no matter how many lovers will cross our way, each person that made us feel something will always have a special place within us.

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oh you watched a movie I recommended????? you listened to a song I told you about ?????? you read one of my favourite books ?????? do you know that I would literally kill for you ????? let's drink each others blood

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funny thing is, those things became a reminder of our time

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BoJack Horseman

"Like an art piece that resists interpretation"

Perhaps we have to understand that not all creative art pieces are meant to be explained or to have any in-depth meaning at all. Art pieces became art because words were not enough to explain it all.