Gossip societies are ideal for those who live according to their nature; whatever comes into their minds is instantly on their tongues: pure impulsiveness.
Gossip societies are ideal for those who live according to their nature; whatever comes into their minds is instantly on their tongues: pure impulsiveness.
― Atrona Grizel
If I were an expert hacker, there would be no site on the internet I hadn’t brought down. In the end, I would even collapse the internet itself, rendering my own profession unnecessary.
― Atrona Grizel
People express their so-called “compliments” about a work with phrases like "I hope it gets more likes" or “I hope it becomes more popular.” Are these even compliments? Why this obsession with visibility and display? Let ninety percent of humanity hate it, and let the remaining ten percent become admirers—but let those admirers be the ones who are spiritually elevated, and let the ordinary majority remain forever unaware of that higher form of existence...
― Atrona Grizel
What happens if thousands of bribed people file a collective complaint against you? Simply because their number is so great, they are automatically deemed right despite bribes. This modern delusion has been propagated by liberal democracy. Now every kind of animal can present its moans and brays as reality because they are granted this right. And in this extreme environment of “freedom,” the minority that remains human vanishes. The irony lies precisely here: the modern world is obsessed with the “individual,” yet all it does is invalidate the individual.
― Atrona Grizel
The world is crawling toward a swamp—or perhaps it has already sunk deep within it, thrashing inside and thus sinking even further. I fear that humanity exists in the most rotten version of history. I suppose I could even prefer the tortures and delusions of the “barbaric” Middle Ages over the superficiality and hypocrisy of the “enlightened” modern world.
― Atrona Grizel
What would the world be like if humans were beings only a meter tall? Above all, the perception of “reality” would have shifted, because simply due to this size, everything would have to be redesigned: doors smaller, tables smaller, walls smaller, houses smaller, cars smaller, and so on… everything. Yet isn’t what is perceived and assumed as “reality”—and thus almost automated—precisely this artificial appearance? Everything could have been turned upside down merely by humans being a meter shorter; it is just a single difference in scale that underpins what people call “everyday life.”
― Atrona Grizel
The ultimate torment: to be imprisoned within freedom…
― Atrona Grizel
To imprison Nietzsche in North Korea… If Stirner were there, maybe he could adapt—thinking only of his own interest, perhaps even becoming a conformist if it served him. But to imagine Nietzsche in such an environment is not even possible. And this, perhaps, is my life as well.
― Atrona Grizel
There is said to be a right called “the right to rebel.” It is usually invoked against tyrannical regimes. But who defines tyranny? A state may do nothing visibly, yet invade my mind from every corner—and in that case, it remains a tyrant, even if it never physically crushes my body beneath it.
― Atrona Grizel
What is truly ingenious is to cease being ingenious.
― Atrona Grizel
The existential ruminations of a social person destabilize their identity; therefore, they either flee by drowning themselves in a perpetual stream of relationships and stimulating content, or, even if they do reflect, they do so only from humanity’s perspective, never transcending the bounds of being human. And yet, it is clear: the universe lies beyond the world, not within it.
― Atrona Grizel
I stopped accepting criticism because it was the only response I ever received, and this can only be criticized.
― Atrona Grizel
When people ask, “How often do you think about suicide?” and I answer, “Every hour,” they get startled. The idea that I’m a “crazy person” immediately settles in their minds. Yet thinking about suicide does not necessarily mean being inclined toward it. If that were the case, pessimistic philosophers would have killed themselves before producing their pessimistic philosophies.
― Atrona Grizel
People keep telling me to “study hard and make something of myself.” Yes—of course. What else could they possibly say? It is what they were told all their lives, and like simple parrots, they repeat it across generations without ever questioning it. But unless I escape this country, what does it matter if I attend even the “best” school here? I will spend my entire life within this rotten society, because I will never possess the money required to leave—and yes, money is the only thing that can make such a solitary life possible. Marry a foreigner, perhaps? Then move to their country? If they genuinely fall in love with me, it becomes effortless—and whether I truly love them would not even matter, because I would have left behind this fascist regime that holds my mind captive. A satisfying trade-off. Cioran describes leaving Romania as “the most intelligent thing he ever did.” Not because France is some kind of paradise, but because it is evident what kind of people Romanians are—much like the society here. I no longer carry even the slightest expectation of this society. Every day is spent enduring it, because what kind of society it is is already clear. Naturally, I do not even consider the possibility of staying here. This is not even a place worth thinking about. All radical intellectuals are fleeing from this culture. This society is done. From morning to night, I keep muttering, “How will I get out of this country?” Yet I know that my escape would have to be from all countries—and such an escape does not exist. Still, it is impossible to make emotions obey this. The only thing I know is this: as the lesser evil, I need to leave this country. It does not matter whether the place I go to is wonderful. But unless I witness societies that are radically different, my mind will dissolve here.
― Atrona Grizel
Because solitude pushes the brain into the Default Mode Network, a person begins, almost inevitably, to live in thought. Whether those thoughts are soothing or torturous aside, this state leads the person to neglect the outer world. In that condition, they may magnify the external world far beyond what it really is, as if it were some kind of monster. They may even become afraid to step outside, because the solitary mind has started brooding over even the smallest detail. But if they manage to go outside and simply remain there for hours, what they will notice is that everyone is occupied with their own life. At most, someone might place a hand on this person’s shoulder and ask, “Are you okay?” That question may seem simple, yet it can pull the solitary person out of the bottomless well within and remind them of the simplicity of the outside world. And perhaps that is why what exists in the mind—that is, in theory—differs from what exists in practice, in the outer world: the solitary person’s mind grows ever sharper and more rigid, whereas society, precisely because it is dull and shallow, is complex, and thus actually allows for every kind of possibility.
― Atrona Grizel
How am I supposed to get rid of this society? Or at least this family? Do I have to go out into the street and scream? Or cut myself? Why is there no authority that makes this possible? Do I really have to file a “complaint”? There should have been institutions that offered, almost as a service, a kind of voluntary exile to someone who simply says, ‘I don’t want to live with these people in this place.”
― Atrona Grizel
The state is threatening to revoke my citizenship. If that happens, I might even struggle to eat. So it is making a show of power: “It is thanks to the rights I grant you that your stomach is full, and if you do not love me, I can take that right back whenever I please.” But if the state is not going to feed me, then why does it exist at all? Am I sacrificing so much of my freedom merely for its amusement? I would have liked the freedom to punch every face I come across in the street, yet the state prevents this through its laws, guards, and police. But when it also takes away my most basic need, food, why do these other freedoms of mine continue to be restricted? Does the state exist only to oppress me? There is also this mentality in this society: for them, whatever the state says is final—"If the state has done it that way, then of course we must obey.” What is this obsession with the state? The greater the number of infantile people who cannot live without the state, the greater the loyalty to it.
― Atrona Grizel