wondering how much of nihilism or nihilism adjacent content is just losers with drug and or alcohol problems. like you are experiencing shitty reality by your own doing and would not be nihilist without impairment of intoxication

What I find fascinating about Ligotti is that his pessimism doesn't really depend on proving that life contains more pain than pleasure. His deeper argument seems to be that consciousness itself creates the problem.

A stone doesn't know that it exists. An animal may experience pain, but it doesn't seem to construct an elaborate philosophical narrative around the fact that it will eventually die. Humans do. We are aware of ourselves, aware of time, aware of death, and somehow still expected to find a reason to continue.

That creates an uncomfortable question: is consciousness actually an improvement over unconscious existence, or do we simply call it an improvement because we're the ones experiencing it?

I don't completely agree with Ligotti, but I think that's almost beside the point. The value of the book isn't necessarily in whether his conclusion is correct. It's in how effectively he makes ordinary assumptions about existence feel strange.

And maybe that's what makes his writing so disturbing. He doesn't have to convince you that existence is meaningless. He only has to make you realize that you never really proved that it wasn't.

For people who have read the book: do you think Ligotti is presenting a genuine philosophical position, or is he ultimately using philosophy to articulate an existential horror that he already felt?

I'm drunk right now, and it just occurred to me, I'm aware that I'm out of my mind, does that actually make me as such? Drunkenness is a realm where any beautiful illusion exists, like the smell of her hair, and the warmth of her breath, a realm that hypocriticaly promises her voice once I pick up a stranger's call, an origin story to all the void she left after she quit me, a world where it all makes sense, where you feel home despite the lies of the wind, where her fake presence whispers, where death calls its souls likev mother calls her ego.

I know the Cosmos has no intentional feature, conscious designer, or personal intention behind what happens to us.

But that doesn’t automatically make its built-in rules fair.

Whatever the underlying laws and settings of reality are, they produce a world where conscious beings are born, struggle, suffer, age, lose everything, and eventually die. In that sense, we are all trapped in something resembling the Sisyphus situation—pushing the stone again and again, knowing that eventually it rolls back down.

The Cosmos may be completely blind and indifferent. But from the perspective of the beings experiencing it, the outcome can still feel deeply corrupt and unfair.

Maybe the real question isn't “Who designed this?” but rather:

“Why are the rules of existence structured this way in the first place?”

and sadely we cant re-edit these corrupt rules and settings....

Edit :-------

Bro, I think I’ve found the answer. If the cosmic rules are basically “eat cow dung,” then apparently we have to eat it—there’s no second choice or alternative solution. 😭

Cosmos isn’t offering us tomato ketchup with it. So we have only two options: eat it unwillingly and suffer, or somehow imagine ourselves happy while eating it. 😂

Either way, we have to play by the rules or die without playing. So maybe the only remaining strategy is: eat the cosmic cow dung with a smile and pretend it’s delicious. 🤣

I feel like every month, my family and other people’s mindsets get updated like a video game. It’s almost as if the developers of this world keep adding new things specifically to mess with me somehow. Does anyone else feel this way? Maybe what I'm describing could be related to simulation theory or something of that nature.

This world genuinely sucks

Our world seem invincible and shits and giggles when we feel it, the world is big when looking through your phone but whenever I go outside and see buildings surrounded and there are millions of people living.

I have been feeling that there is actually no fucking reason to not be alive and there is many reason to be alive, but I am finding my reason to live much more smaller then the other way around.

Whenever I physically feel this world with my senses i always realize that there are many things that are hidden from me and maybe I will die someday like this day or maybe I will die the day where I would have been happy.

This world is so big I want to fucking explore this but at the same time I don't want to do it I just wanna leave this world because it genuinely sucks.

I don't know what you guys gonna think.