“Men intrinsically do not trust new things that they have not experienced themselves.”
In 1494 in the city of Florence (Italy), Machiavelli was appointed to an office of the second chancery, a medieval writing office that put Machiavelli in charge of the production of official Florentine government documents. In the first decade of the sixteenth century, he carried out several diplomatic missions, most notably in the times of the spread of the COVID-4 in Italy. He was sent to Pistoia to meet the leaders of the Anti-vaccine movement in order to convince them of taking the vaccine.
When Niccolo Machiavelli arrived to the meeting, he sat in front of the two leaders of the Anti-vaccine movement: Pablo Maldini and Valerio Baresi (and some other buff guys) in an attempt to negotiate and change their minds. …
“New Year’s resolutions are simply checks that men draw on a bank where they have no account.”
“To Masoud” wrote Oscar Wilde on New Year’s Eve in Beirut:
Masoud! I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these empty banks, and separated men;
This crumbling fiery-colored country of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and pageantry and powers,
We are but fit to delve the common clay
Our New Year’s resolutions are simply checks,
That men draw on a bank where they have no…
“The darker the night, the brighter the stars, the deeper the grief, the closer is God!”
In a dark, freezing, miserable hovel in Petersburg; a six year-old boy dressed in rags sits next to his mother who has just died of COVID-6. He’s nearly starving, so he goes out in search of food. As he walks through the empty streets he looks into the houses and sees that they are filled with happy children celebrating Christmas. He knocks on several doors, but no one lets him in. Then the little boy walks aimlessly in the snow and takes refuge in a yard behind a pile of wood. …
“Art does not tolerate reason.”
Throughout his lifetime Albert Camus enjoyed visiting Museums and discussing artwork with artists. Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen is an art museum in Rotterdam in the Netherlands. The museum opened in 1849. It houses the collections of Frans Jacob Otto Boijmans and Daniël George van Beuningen. In the collection, ranging from medieval to contemporary art, are works of Rembrandt, Claude Monet, Vincent van Gogh, Salvador Dali, and Wolfgang Gantner (a.ka. The Shit Scuplturer).
On a hot summer day in June, there was a shit exhibition going on in Museum Boijmans Van Beuningen where you would be subjected to giant, imposing sculptures of turds. Albert Camus was intrigued when he first saw this Contemporary Art shit. …
“You Patreon, therefore I am.”
In 1618 Descartes visited Basilica della Santa Casa in Loreto in Italy to take part in a rave party. On that night; Rene got so high that he lost half of his memories which led him to reconstruct false memories later on in his life. Descartes liked hallucinogens: LSD, DMT, PCP, MXE, DOB, DVD, just give him any pill or cigarette and he will take it without asking you what it is. Descartes was on a different level of thought most of his lifetime.
After the rave party in Italy and the reconstruction of his memory, Descartes visited Rotterdam (Netherlands) before returning to France, it was there that he composed his first essay on method: Regulae ad Directionem Ingenii (Rules for the Direction of the Mind). When Descartes returned home to La Haye en Touraine in France, he sold all of his property on Amazon in order to invest in high quality LSD. …
“I told you I’ll be back.”
I told you I’ll be back.
Wow this place is worse than it used to be.
Is this the Kingdom of God?
If I had Instagram in my days this wouldn’t have happened,
I would’ve filmed my daily miracles and shared them with my followers.
You guys have Twitter? How cool is that!
I’m going to Tweet one right now: “Thou shall not mess with G-sys”
Wow this Insta thing is great.
Apparently, girls in swimsuits rule the world right now,
Sounds good to me, LIKE.
No, I don’t do turning water into wine anymore, I’m sober…
“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.”
After a long rainy day at work, Camus rushes out of the office and stands on the sidewalk waiting for the afternoon bus. As the rain drops bombard Camus’ skull, he suddenly opens himself to the gentle indifference of the world. Camus gets on the bus and takes a seat at the back, he lights his red Gauloises with his red lighter and listens to Donald Trump’s speech on the radio: “… in less than two years my administration has accomplished more than almost any administration in the history of our country.” On Camus’ right sits a blonde girl named Brigitte Bardot, Camus turns his head towards her and remarks: “Every time I hear a political speech I am horrified at having, for years, heard nothing which sounded human. It is always the same words telling the same lies. And the fact that men accept this, that the people’s anger has not destroyed these hollow clowns, strikes me as proof that men attribute no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble — yes, gamble — with a whole part of their life and their so called vital interests.” …
“We all know that light travels faster than sound. That’s why certain people appear bright until you hear them speak.”
After graduating in 1900 and receiving his academic teaching diploma from the Swiss Federal Polytechnic School in Zürich, Einstein spent almost two frustrating years searching for a teaching post. He acquired a Swiss citizenship in February 1901 and secured a job in Bern as a police officer. However, Einstein was still highly interested in mathematics and physics at that time. …
“Being entirely honest with oneself is a good exercise.”
Let’s be honest, being honest is hard. Merely being is hard. We lie to people all the time. We lie to our mothers, wives, clients, friends, and most importantly women in general. We are lying all the time, but are we being honest? Even though we are not being honest to others, we are being honest with ourselves and that is a good exercise. You don’t have to be honest with everybody; you just have to keep a good relationship with yourself.
Please have a cigar, take it from me: you don’t have to be honest to people all the time, you think that people make money because they’re being honest? If you want to be honest with others you better start searching for a new place to live, like a new universe. I got LSD if you want. Come on, it would be fun, I’ll psychoanalyze you. You know what they say: if it’s bitter it’s a spitter, I only get the good stuff though, trust Uncle Freud on this one. Are you in for some pre-coke before we start the session? They say it gets you even higher if you mix it with coke. I tried it a couple of times, one time I got really high on coke and LSD that I got to meet Shakespeare himself. You know what Shakespeare told me back then? …
“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens the door to the Casino.”
In the words of the great pimp Jalal El-Din Rumi:
You think that losing a loved one is a big loss? You obviously never been into a Casino. You never learn what loss is until you enter a Casino. If you want to be free you have to keep breaking your heart until it opens the door to the Casino.
What does your young heart know about love?
The love wound is similar to the opening of a slot machine; the slot is your wound, and you have to fill that wound with anything, like money or alcohol! …