I prefer being patient over being tolerant.
I prefer being patient over being tolerant.
―
Atrona Grizel
People do not
seek knowledge; they seek comfort. One must never be deceived by the slogans
they scatter about, claiming to offer “enlightenment,” for the only true
enlightenment lies in grasping that enlightenment itself does not exist.
―
Atrona Grizel
If sleep were to
disappear, a person would feel as though they were living the same day over and
over again—because the day would never truly end. Consciousness would never be
suspended, never renewed. This is why sleeplessness makes a person feel dazed:
it distorts perception, obscures reality. Because reality must, inevitably, be
veiled. If not through sleep, then through sleeplessness—for that unbearable
weight upon existence can only be lightened through a kind of forgetting. And
what makes life bearable is precisely that: forgetting. Not resolution. Not
understanding. Forgetting.
―
Atrona Grizel
Time and space
can be bent… in dreams—dreams that are far more real than “reality.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Preventing
disappointment is simple: destroy spontaneous curiosity.
―
Atrona Grizel
The arrogance
born not of reason but of sheer obstinacy is the most enduring kind. For when
pride relies on justification, it fades once those justifications
vanish—revealing its dependence on them, and thus contradicting the very
essence of pride. The best weapon against reasonlessness is a stubborn
arrogance, for its strength lies precisely in its lack of cause.
―
Atrona Grizel
When people
commemorate past heroes, I see the very act of commemoration as a form of
corruption. For if their so-called “heroism” were truly heroic, there would be
no need for worship. The present conditions would have evolved so favorably
that any connection to past values would have dissolved naturally, making it
absurd to hold ceremonies in honor of humans who lived centuries ago merely out
of convention.
―
Atrona Grizel
Water
extinguishes fire, earth absorbs water, air crumbles earth, and air poisons itself.
In that case, which of these four elements seems the best? Fire—the one that
goes on its own way, since there is none standing before it.
―
Atrona Grizel
The brain
addresses itself as “my brain” because, being connected to the capsule called
the body through networks, it mistakes itself not for an organ but for a
“person.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Whenever I enter
a new environment, the same scene plays out as if my life were stuck on repeat:
People try to warm up to me because I am “new” and they don’t know who I am
yet. They talk, they ask things, they smile into my eyes. When I don’t
respond—or rather, when I respond dismissively—they immediately place me in that
mental category of the “quiet” and “arrogant,” and decide I’m “unbearable,” not
worth seeing anymore. And thus I acquire the talent of eternal invisibility.
None of them react differently, because they all think they already know
everything—and they don’t even resent this illusion, since it already earns
them love and respect. By being subjected to this treatment everywhere, by
everyone, I don’t discover “how unbearable I am,” but rather I witness up close
how the machine works.
―
Atrona Grizel
When I wake and
am hurled back into the physical world, exiled once more, I realize that those
dreams which had granted me the deepest pleasures in sleep were nothing but
“dreams.” For as consciousness reawakens, I find myself chained again to the
sense of logic. Yet everything that stands against logic or lies beyond it—that
is where creativity and freedom truly dwell.
―
Atrona Grizel
Those who rely on
communication have not learned that most things cannot be settled by sitting
down and talking. I have always found the Mongol hordes that swept across Asia
closer to myself than today’s timid liberal states. Because they, instead of
hiding behind an image of peace and pursuing their ambitions from behind that
curtain, did not conceal their uncompromising nature by openly plundering an
entire continent. Being uncompromising is, in essence, not special to the
Mongols, as no state is conciliatory. There exists only a web of interests, and
when a state’s interest ends, so does its “alliance.” People may call
militarism barbaric, but to me it is always more intriguing than the sluggish
illusion of “peace”—for peace does not exist at all—and I find it direct, even
if it is cruel. I prefer honesty over diplomacy, no matter it’s consequences.
―
Atrona Grizel
The mark of being
healthy is not sanity, but madness.
―
Atrona Grizel
It is not a will
to power that I have, but a “will to powerlessness”; having mastered the art of
powerlessness, I know how to turn it into power. If I were strong, I would fall
into weakness, because I do not know how to wield power. If I am weak, however,
it means I am strong, because I know how to use weakness well.
―
Atrona Grizel
The only role
humans had in my life was to make noise from afar.
―
Atrona Grizel
I always feel
like I walk among mammals when I walk among humans.
―
Atrona Grizel
As cooperation
increases, the individual’s capacity to carry out work diminishes.
―
Atrona Grizel
One must be a
slave solely to oneself.
―
Atrona Grizel
The secret of
endurance is not to create meaning out of meaninglessness, nor to seek meaning
at all, but to embrace the void itself. Yet modernity’s obsession with setting
“goals,” taking on “duties,” and finding “meaning” is among the proofs that
people cannot bear such freedom. True liberty is raw. It is the absence of any
imposed direction. It is waking up each day with no given path, no divine
mission, no external instruction—and still existing. The herd cannot bear this,
so they ceaselessly invent gods. They chain themselves to morality, ideology,
and identity. The dead slogan found in organizations built to “cure” the
“existential crisis” goes like this: “to help find meaning to your life.”
Instead of learning how to live after the death of meaning, they blindly chase
after “meaning” like animals slavering at the bait placed before them, and then
view this as “therapy.” They seek meaning not out of “wisdom,” but out of fear.
Fear of the void’s stare.
― Atrona Grizel