Although usually I'm atheistic, sometimes I seem to perceive an unmistakable divine design in the intricacies of the world, how it deftly avoids all attempts at true improvement and happiness, that atheism seems as stupid as Christianity. In such moments, Maldoror awaits.
Maldoror is the creator of the universe. It is always hungry, and It can only eat suffering. The universe is created for no purpose than to create misery. The turning of earth is, metaphorically, a mill. Lives are thrown into this mill, to grind tears into flour, which It makes into bread.
Creatures like me and my best friends are Its favored children. The world was made for us. We give it meaning. We realize its divine design. We are the keystone keeping this fragile narrative arch from collapsing. Maldoror would not have the universe made, without beings like us, so naturally talented in experiencing the depths of despair from accidents usually considered non-fatal, and inflicting pains upon themselves.
This is an essay on a philosophical topic, using several examples from mathematics. With an appendix on the end of spacetime. It contains many quotes I like.
There is nothing new here, but just because I've eaten yesterday does not mean I don't need to eat today. To think and to write is as necessary as to sleep and to dream.
People often think that free will is needed to be happy. But I think that is wrong. There is a true joy in having no choice in certain circumstances.
Spinoza is one famous philosopher who has thought similarly about the nature of will. They stated that will exists, but it is not truly free, even if it feels free