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Dialogue With Arthur Schopenhauer

Do men have a right to live or is it an obligation for men to survive in this world of full of disgust? That decision, though no one but men themselves have to make, the blind evil almighty WILL, the way, way, greater will than that of men, does not allow this world as the world that for men to live with at least comforts—in fact, though we must struggle to survive, come to think of it, this bitter human world may well be a better place than paradise, no one ever visited heaven, but we are told so. Then, where in this rotten world the seed of tragedy hides its effects on human lives, and makes men more miserable than ever? Perhaps, though, the reason for tragedy may have resulted from blindness of the evil almighty WILL. It rests on men’s lives for men cannot gouge their eyeballs out from their eye sockets to become blind themselves like the evil almighty WILL. If the blind WILL’s temperament is to exact obedience of men to its one-sided tyrannous power, all phenomena men can feel: rains, winds, moon, sun, and twinkling stars should be the implements of torture to men. The helpless men under this absolute power, however, should not allay the will that is to live with colorless asceticism, the will of desirelessness, but create gigantic eyeballs and stick them in WILL’s deep and hollowness like the bottom of a bottomless pit to provide it with a sight of acute discernment. And if it can be done, rains, winds, moon, sun, and the twinkling stars are just another movement of the part of universe, the beginning and forever blessing to all mankind on the face of earth. Nonetheless, there problems in human society remain still, and that is, even in this great blessing, men would add more ugliness to the ugliness that men shaped and carry as a second nature. [History proves it.] Then, eyeballs that see the world with keen eyesight should fabricate, not for great WILL, but for men themselves, to see rightly.

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