The most sincere humanism is misanthropy.
The most sincere humanism is misanthropy.
―
Atrona Grizel
No one can truly
see the world through another’s eyes. Every mind exists as an isolated island,
whole unto itself, unreachable except through the fractured, imperfect tools of
language and expression.
―
Atrona Grizel
Can one imagine a
weather condition more maddening than one where it’s hellishly hot, yet the sun
is nowhere to be seen, and the entire sky is smothered with clouds? No yellow,
no blue—only grey. Just suffocating humidity and warmth pressing down, as if
trying to crack my skull open.
―
Atrona Grizel
My issue is not
with the era but with humanity. Because eras change, yet the homogeneous
human—almost a mass-produced model—always remains the same. Those unaware and
unquestioning people of today existed in past ages too, and they dominated
societies then just as they do now. The simplest example is that “standards of
beauty” have existed in every age, and people have gone so far as to hate their
features just to conform to them. Even if they say “but nobody would desire
someone ugly,” then again they’re pointing to how people are all the same. Yet
very few notice it, because it’s been normalized. In other words, according to
society, what’s considered natural is exactly this kind of discrimination based
on physical appearance. In short, if there is a problem, it is not with time
itself, but with the human project—this species—that has always been swimming
in a swamp and is fated to keep swimming there due to a “design flaw.”
―
Atrona Grizel
A note to
humanity: “You cannot make noise forever. Silence will win in the end—if not
before, then surely after your roots have dried out. But victory belongs always
to the one who is guardian of the universe, and you will be vanished without
even having time to be aware of the unforgivable sin you shamelessly committed.”
Noise societies will not understand anything from these words, and in fact I am
not directing anything at them here. It is enough if silence understands. That
sublime ghost that haunts all societies and constantly drives them into a
frantic noise.
―
Atrona Grizel
I will never know
what kind of comfort and security conformity provides, and people will never
know what kind of relief and happiness solitude brings.
―
Atrona Grizel
The most profound
realities about human nature, about existence, about everything, are beyond
words. These truths are felt, lived, and experienced—not articulated or
conveyed.
―
Atrona Grizel
When one attempts
to communicate, one does so in a borrowed language—a construct never meant to
capture the vast complexity of existence.
―
Atrona Grizel
Being in outdoor
spaces enables the person to forget themselves or to render themselves
unimportant. When the feeling of suffocation arises, the person throwing
themselves into the street works for this reason. Because the inner world,
instead of drawing a circle around itself, finds another enemy to attack: the
outer world. Henceforth, what is at issue is no longer the inside but the
outside, and the method is not introspection but observation.
―
Atrona Grizel
While exhausted
from the tiredness given by awareness, everything and everyone appears as
machines switched to automatic. When the sky closes it unsurprisingly rains;
birds chirp while running their codes; vehicles proceed toward predetermined
locations; speakers simply perform dialogues already written beforehand, and so
on. The next day this very same scene will again greet the person exactly as it
is. Nothing appears natural and spontaneous. Everyone is moving, yet all of
them are “fixed.” The world is in “a fullness full of emptiness.” When this happens,
life itself is put on trial. For either only the one who sees these exists, or
there, including that person, no one exists at all. Everyone is “alive,” but
there is no such thing as life.
―
Atrona Grizel
There are three
main forms of someone who has transcended their humanity: robot, monster, and
mystic.
―
Atrona Grizel
I like those who
possess an acquired arrogance. Because in fact, none of them are “arrogant.”
But I am not without inner arrogance enough to praise theirs.
―
Atrona Grizel
Living with the
longing for memories that have never been lived, and dreaming with the
nostalgia of a stranger who has never been met…
―
Atrona Grizel
The mind is one’s
final sanctuary; it’s the only place that belongs entirely to the self, that
cannot be reached by any power from outside. It is the enclosed space where the
authentic self resides, unfettered and free. To expose it fully would be to
destroy its essence. This place is, or at least should be, a private domain —
not designed, and not meant to be designed, for such exposure. What would
remain of identity if nothing were private, if every unspoken signal were laid
bare? The doubts, fears, and half-formed constructs that swirl within are not
flaws to be eradicated, but essential threads of internal structure. To force
them into the light of external scrutiny would not bring clarity or connection;
it would dismantle the intimate core of what configures reality.
―
Atrona Grizel
I am incapable of
labeling any situation as a “problem.” Even if my arm were broken, that would
never be an “issue”—at most, an obstacle. Rather than attach that cursed label
to it, I would prefer to walk around with a broken arm, as if to say, “This is
not a curse that needs to be eradicated at its root.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Whenever any
crisis occurs, even if it could kill me, my first reaction is not worry or rush
but a sly and dangerous, adventure-seeking excitement that whispers, “this
could change things at the root.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Y: “If you don’t
talk to people, they won’t talk to you.”
X:“If they are
robots, yes—the machine automatically gives this result.”
―
Atrona Grizel
If I had the
ability to suspend my consciousness whenever I wanted, I would stay switched
off all day and would only open myself in the dead of night, if I were to open
at all.
―
Atrona Grizel
If I attracted
attention, I would have been caught. Therefore I made myself uninteresting. I
put a cover in front of the brightness inside me so that it would not reflect
outward. And it worked: nobody ever bothered me. Throughout my life I passed
untouched through every place I entered. Just as I wanted.
―
Atrona Grizel
Ordinary people
say, “Don’t look at words; look at actions instead.” But I feel like saying,
“No, don’t look at those either. Rather, look into the internal domain, because
the only place that speaks without distortion is there. However, such
perception is not available; that domain cannot be accessed from the outside.
Thus, outsiders are left only with words and actions that can never truly express
one’s inner world.”
―
Atrona Grizel
The passing of
another year is, in essence, nothing more than the Earth completing another
orbit around the Sun. Yet it is humans alone who imbue this natural cycle with
decoration—transforming it into structure, pattern, and celebration with
unwavering fixation. Why? Because they identify their existence as inseparable
from the planet’s function, incapable of conceiving of the Earth devoid of
their own presence. They attempt to claim the unclaimable. But the reality persists:
even in the absence of this species, the Earth would continue its ceaseless
motion—spinning and revolving as it always has.
―
Atrona Grizel
Objects are
entirely indifferent to humans. This becomes clear when detaching from the
human perspective and attempting to see from the viewpoint of these inanimate
things. Take a party, for example. Everyone is laughing, singing, and dancing.
Yet the couches, chairs, tables, plates, glasses, forks, spoons, phones,
televisions, walls, floors, and ceilings—all of these are alien and indifferent
to the people there, even if an atmosphere of engagement and entertainment
exists. This does not stand out much, because humans know very well how to
deceive themselves. And because of that, the whole world appears full of life
to ordinary eyes. Yet, in the dimension of all lifeless things, humans are not
even ignored—they are nonexistent.
―
Atrona Grizel
All noise and
commotion arise from being trapped within a human perception of time. To see
days, months, and years as an ordinary human does—in a biological
sense—imprisons one within existence itself. From a cosmic standpoint, even
millions of years last only a few brief instants, and whatever happens within
the milliseconds of those instants is of no real consequence. Yet humans live
precisely within this narrow gap—and they call it reality.
― Atrona Grizel