Trying to find someone at my own level on the internet is like searching for food in a garbage dump where there is not even a single crumb.
Trying to find someone at my own level on the internet is like searching for food in a garbage dump where there is not even a single crumb.
―
Atrona Grizel
Finding someone
like myself, no matter how much I long for it, would not be gentle, because it
would threaten to shake the unshakable conviction to which my identity is tied:
“I am utterly different.”
―
Atrona Grizel
Thought is not a
commodity given to others and taken from others as if it were money. Everyone’s
thought is their own. The reality of others should be optional, but a person’s
own reality should be compulsory.
―
Atrona Grizel
God is the
shortest path to which the limited human mind, panicking in the face of the
universe’s inconceivability, strays.
―
Atrona Grizel
Even if I threw
myself outside, there would never be anyone to talk to. Not because no one is
there or because I can’t communicate, but because no one sees what I see. To
communicate, it is almost a necessity that I abandon my views, but I would
prefer to remain alone for an entire lifetime rather than abandon myself even
for a minute. This does not reveal that I am “strange” but that everyone is the
same; yet people consider this sameness “good” and mistake it for difference.
What kind of disgrace is this?
―
Atrona Grizel
Mainstream youth
organizations generally encourage making what is already flawed even more
flawed: wanting to turn structurally inexperienced and incapable youth into
authorities on “serious” matters.
―
Atrona Grizel
While childhood
relationships are made up of what is spoken, adulthood relationships are made
up of what is left unsaid.
―
Atrona Grizel
All my
suffocations mainly come from being stuck among people. If I were living my
individual paradise in a reclusive forest, why would I care about anything
human at all?
―
Atrona Grizel
The National
Socialists distorted Nietzsche’s ideas, and the West, mistaking these
distortions for his true philosophy, adopted them as such. His thought has no
connection whatsoever with notions like “the domination of the strong” or “the
survival of the fittest.” Yet today there is an entire generation that builds
its identity around a culture that embraces Nietzsche only for what it
perceives as his “dark side,” never truly grasping what he meant—or did not
mean—at a deeper level. It is telling how much troubled, volatile people
fetishize him, for Nietzsche cherished freedom so fervently that he brought it
dangerously close to the edge. These aggressive and reactive individuals latch
onto this aspect of his thought like mucus, clinging to it and corrupting it as
they feed upon it. That is why, when I tell a typical modern young person that
I admire Nietzsche, I fully expect to be seen merely as “radically angry and
dangerous.” And that is also why I never speak of this admiration to them at
all—because when I speak of the Übermensch, of egoism, subjectivism, and
individualism, they understand it as discrimination, war, and blasphemy. They
mistake the culture surrounding him for Nietzsche’s own philosophy, yet
Nietzsche’s sole culture was culturelessness itself. And perhaps this is the
inevitable cost of such profound transcendence: not the absence of
understanding, but the presence of misunderstanding.
―
Atrona Grizel
If a person
complains of “not being able to find something to write,” it is because the pen
has become a burden, and in everything they write, they are haunted by the fear
of “productivity.” They force inspiration upon themselves, for they desire the
very urge to write to arise. Yet the one who forces themselves to write is
condemned to a staring contest with the page.
―
Atrona Grizel
The way
Westerners draw borders: a map and a ruler…
― Atrona
Grizel
The one who
writes only when they feel like it, and refrains when they do not, can have
nothing of real worth to say. Writing must be an obsession if what is written
is to be worth reading.
―
Atrona Grizel
Obsessions are
passions that have lost their sense of attachment, belonging, and loyalty.
―
Atrona Grizel
The deepest
artists are those who conceive entire universes within their minds yet find no
suitable means to project them outward.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person who
offers a list of “reasons to live” is, in fact, offering nothing new.
―
Atrona Grizel
An innocent
person is an ignorant person.
―
Atrona Grizel
I used to wonder
how people managed not to scream incessantly and wreak havoc. I still find it
strange. That desire, after all, is always there.
―
Atrona Grizel
Whoever speaks by
saying “we” is a thief of reality.
―
Atrona Grizel
The most
terrifying person, as I feel, is the one who remains “unresponsive” in every
situation.
―
Atrona Grizel
Memories and works:
the chains that bind a person to the earth.
―
Atrona Grizel
The only way to
be understood is to use ordinary language. Even if the minority can speak the
language of the majority, the majority will never understand the language of
the minority.
―
Atrona Grizel
A person’s
educational life begins only after the mental purging of all schools.
―
Atrona Grizel
The existence of
death makes life a temporary illusion—but a pleasant one, precisely because
it’s a deception.
―
Atrona Grizel
As the number of
living beings increases, the value of life decreases.
―
Atrona Grizel
“Human nature”: a
“soft” expression fabricated by dependent and homogeneous minds, enslaved to
their instincts and steered by their codes, in order to “legitimize”
themselves.
―
Atrona Grizel
With noise in the
day, with sleep in the night: life is the endless escape of people from
everything that might, even for a moment, remind them of themselves.
―
Atrona Grizel
When I don’t
write “Will you be my friend?”, none of them come near me. Unless I tell them
to turn the doorknob and pull it toward themselves to open it, they won’t even
touch that door at all. But when I do write “Will you be my friend?” and they
come close, then I don’t want those who can fall into such a trap or be
captivated by such superficiality. All forms of open invitation themselves risk
attracting the very kind of interaction I disdain. So what will happen? An
endless seclusion.
―
Atrona Grizel
As the inner
power of a soul increases, the humanity of it diminishes.
―
Atrona Grizel
No one ever
stopped, not even for a fleeting moment, to ask me—while pointing to the
world—“Why are you here?” No one had the chance to even breathe. Like everyone
else, I was dragged ceaselessly from one place to another. They kept my mind
perpetually occupied. I could not think; I only acted, merely to salvage the
moment. Perhaps I repeated this thousands of times. Even I could not grasp what
was happening. I would close my eyes; suddenly I found myself transported
elsewhere, in another place. Like a massive passenger ship, I was not steering
it. I had been crammed inside merely as a passenger, and thus, wherever the
captain directed it, I was forced to arrive there as well. And still, within
me, I carried the unfulfilled weight of that question. I was not searching for
a reason. I was merely waiting—for someone else to affirm that, out of
thousands of planets, millions of galaxies, and perhaps billions of universes,
I happened to be born into this one possibility—thus granting my existence some
semblance of fragile reality.
―
Atrona Grizel
To mature is to
disappear.
―
Atrona Grizel
After getting
swallowed by the world by dealing with all my practical obligations—”responsibilities”—I
take a deep breath and slip under the blanket at the end of the day. Not to
anesthetize myself with screens—watching movies or playing games—but to give my
mind its oxygen that costs nothing yet gifts everything: daydreaming.
―
Atrona Grizel
To those
sensitive to patterns, everything appears mechanical, because beneath
everything lies a kind of loop.
―
Atrona Grizel
Evil is
everything done for the good, and vice versa.
―
Atrona Grizel
Being on one’s
own path can be understood by the gradual disappearance of those around the
person.
―
Atrona Grizel
Honesty does not
create or nurture friendship; it kills it. The most honest person is the most
solitary one.
― Atrona Grizel