The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

Officially there are no fates worse than death. Unofficially, there is a profusion of such fates. For some people, just living with the thought that they will die is a fate worse than death itself.

To become formally integrated into a society, one must offer it a blood sacrifice.

Every human activity is a tack for killing time...

We are gene-copying bio-robots, living out here on a lonely planet in a cold and empty physical universe.

If truth is what you seek, then the examined life will only take you on a long ride to the limits of solitude and leave you by the side of the road with your truth and nothing else.

If we must think, it should be done only in circles, outside of which lies the unthinkable.

How much nonsense can we take in our lives? And is there any way we can escape it? No, there is not. We are doomed to all kinds of nonsense: the pain nonsense, the nightmare nonsense, the sweat and slave nonsense, and many other shapes and sizes of insufferable nonsense. It is brought to us on a plate, and we must eat it up or face the death nonsense.

...one must take into account the shocking fact that we live on a world that spins. After considering this truth, nothing should come as a surprise.

This is the tragedy: Consciousness has forced us into the paradoxical position of striving to be unself-conscious of what we are—hunks of spoiling flesh on disintegrating bones.

Most people learn to save themselves by artificially limiting the content of consciousness.