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Life is too short to miss a beat, so keep dancing! 🌸

#damus #freedom #nostr #grownostr

Continuing with this series of thought-provoking questions aimed at expanding critical thinking skills and exploring philosophical ideas, I invite you to join me on this journey of intellectual growth!

Question 16:

Should terminally ill patients be able to choose death?

#nostr #damus #grownostr #asknostr #freedom #thoughts #debate

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nobody 10mo ago 💬 2

Seeking Sponsorship for Assisted Dying: A Nihilistic Perspective

In a world indifferent to our existence, where meaning is an arbitrary construct and suffering often outweighs joy, the question of when to exit should be a personal right. Nihilism teaches us that life holds no inherent value—only the meaning we assign to it. If that meaning is lost, should we not have the autonomy to leave with dignity?

For those without financial means, assisted dying remains an inaccessible privilege. If any individuals or organizations align with this perspective and are willing to sponsor or fund this final act of agency, I am seeking assistance. If you know of resources, funding opportunities, or alternative pathways, I would appreciate your guidance.

Existence is optional. For some, opting out is the most rational choice.

#AssistedDying #Nihilism #ExitRights #damus #nostr #grownostr

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nobody 10mo ago

Manwashed: The Framework of the Value System in Society

Our eyes open for the first time to a man who lifts us by our feet, imprinting on them our address on the earth— a world whose system was first created by its Creator, named upon Himself, and completed by His opposite, who dared not name himself anything but upon Him too, in deep arrogance, refusing even to claim the title of the master of sinners and the messenger of corruption in souls! Oh, forgive me—I meant the world. His feminine shadows applaud his knowledge and skills, leaving behind the panting breath of a shadow that, from within his darkness, brought forth a light illuminating his face—only to become another number in the encyclopedia of the white man’s achievements! Pardon me—I meant the men wearing white coats!

Today's Friday's mood board highlights landmarks beyond the horizons of those in white coats and reveals how the light of feminine shadows formed from a cascade of crimson wine, flowing in a place like heavens floating above the clouds—intoxicating the mind, making one drunk merely from dreaming of it. A paradise so majestic it extinguished the fire of the master of sinners, who, overcome by beauty, forged a pact with the suppliers of white coats—granting them permission to seize it, weave its silk, sell its musk-laden breeze, and unravel its curves, erasing its very essence!

#damus #nostt #nostr #grownostr #freedom #artstr #art #ValueSystem

#SocietalReflections

#PhilosophicalPoetry

#CulturalCritique

#FemininePower

#WhiteCoatMyth

#PoeticProse

#DecolonizeThought

#FridayMoodboard

#DamusThoughts

#NostrPoetry

#ShadowAndLight

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nobody 10mo ago

Manwashed: The Framework of the Value System in Society

Our eyes open for the first time to a man who lifts us by our feet, imprinting on them our address on the earth— aworld whose system was first created by its Creator, named upon Himself, and completed by His opposite, who dared not name himself anything but upon Him too, in deep arrogance, refusing even to claim the title of the master of sinners and the messenger of corruption in souls! Oh, forgive me—I meant the world. His feminine shadows applaud his knowledge and skills, leaving behind the panting breath of a shadow that, from within his darkness, brought forth a light illuminating his face—only to become another number in the encyclopedia of the white man’s achievements! Pardon me—I meant the men wearing white coats!

Today's Friday's mood board highlights landmarks beyond the horizons of those in white coats and reveals how the light of feminine shadows formed from a cascade of crimson wine, flowing in a place like heavens floating above the clouds—intoxicating the mind, making one drunk merely from dreaming of it. A paradise so majestic it extinguished the fire of the master of sinners, who, overcome by beauty, forged a pact with the suppliers of white coats—granting them permission to seize it, weave its silk, sell its musk-laden breeze, and unravel its curves, erasing its very essence!

#damus #nostt #nostr #grownostr #freedom #artstr #art #ValueSystem

#SocietalReflections

#PhilosophicalPoetry

#CulturalCritique

#FemininePower

#WhiteCoatMyth

#PoeticProse

#DecolonizeThought

#FridayMoodboard

#DamusThoughts

#NostrPoetry

#ShadowAndLight

#questionthesystem

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nobody 11mo ago 💬 3

Traditions and beliefs evolve into instinctive behaviors, forming a curse or blessing that renews with each awakened eye.

This Wednesday’s “mood board” showcases our connection to a blessed curse, highlighting the beauty of arts, colors, and faces shaped by our ancestors' pain in affirming existence through us.

#nostr #asknostr #damus #grownostr #introductions #bitcoin #art #thoughts #freedom #life

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nobody 11mo ago 💬 1

STIFLING ILLUSION

Life suffocates me with beliefs and boredom

I feast on my fingernails and drink from

The water of the mirage

Weary of the cycle of fear that drags me back to the beginning

And away from the end.

How can I wake up and my dreams are mixed with reality?

How can I wake up while living in a reality that does not resemble me?

#damus #nostr #grownostr #bitcoin #freedom #poetry #introductions #art

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nobody 1y ago

Arabic music truly captivates the soul!

https://youtu.be/8o3bZ-ebm7g?si=T_coR9c9BYTv55pI

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nobody 1y ago

Conflict Between Absence and Presence: A State Of Being

In the darkness of existence, I see only one light—a faint flicker that lies beneath the surface.

The warmth in people’s eyes and the love they offer no longer suffice for me.

My soul seeks safety in the gaze of ghosts that have already claimed their share of this existence.

Every breath, every glance, every word feels like a debt weighing on my shoulders, and the accumulation of these debts only drains my body further.

My soul remains untouched by fatigue, pain, or hardship. Instead, it carries the weight of a hope that never arrives,

a dream confined to the boundaries of my pillow.

In this reality, all I have are memories, colored and shaped to align with my delusions.

Darkness surrounds me—black, elusive, without form, name, or history.

I do not recall her as a child, silent—this is all I know of her. I do not remember her face, her sadness, or her sorrow.

I have painted her, given her memories, so that my mind can build a foundation from her, guiding me on this journey.

Now, my colors are complete, revealing the truth—the ugliness, the fear, the imbalance.

These qualities mirror the earth’s core, my refuge, my home.

There is no light to save me, and the darkness will not enlighten me.

Loneliness, nothingness, dissolution, and destruction—these are my true colors.

I have no place in the human system on the surface.

I am not human. I am not flesh. I am nothingness. I am emptiness. I am darkness—seconds before the explosion.

#damus #nostr #grownostr #poetry #decentralization #opensource #existence #philosophy #bitcoin #poem