Thus Spake Evanustra

In so far as the word “knowledge” has any meaning, the world is knowable; but it is interpretable otherwise, it has no meaning behind it, but countless meanings.—“Perspectivism.”

Every drive is a kind of lust to rule; each one has its perspective that it would like to compel all the other drives to accept as a norm.

-Nietzsche

Since most philosophies attempt to explain the universe without God, Nietzsche has already taken the presumed position that God is dead with this definition. His definition for perspectivism is nice and tidy and clever, but it leads people to nihilistic belief systems. Nihilism simply contradicts itself.

I am not completely convinced that Nietzsche was the primer for the world wars as others have said. It was likely they would have happened anyway without the help of him stating the obvious that men lust for power. People even took Nietzsches philosophy wrong if you believe that he did influence the wars. "Each one has its perspective". Sounds more like the argument for the Utopian civilization of tolerance of other views, rather than for war mongers. This really has one direction to take and that is towards nihilism where no real truth can be held by anyone because truth is non-existent. If say Hitler took this to heart, we would likely have a much different result.

Nietzsche cannot claim truth in his statements when he says things like "Each one has its perspective". Well my perspective differs far from his. Nietzsche was also considered insane by many, even from birth, which grew constantly. The proof for it is inconclusive but I see it likely.

Devotional Poem One

I wish for thee, O' righteous King,
To seek and find at where I sin.
'Tis ill belief that I am free of blame;
For a conscious fool, wise fools begin.

Gracious LORD I prithee show,
How one live with honor in mind.
In your grace I hope I'll grow,
As one who strays, I know you find.

Convenient loss of faith, it is so wrong,
Sin I'd see for now is best.
To reverence you shall make me strong,
In thy world my soul's a guest.

Sovereign Father, It is right that I should die;
Only more I'd be damned if I did not know.
Tho' correct I receive your wrath thereby,
But give mercy and love, not what you owe.

- Evan G. Wilson

Tobacco Parable #1

This could be the beginning of a series I am planning to continue on my blog. Hopefully I will keep writing them if I think they are not complete tripe.

By Evan G. Wilson

A youth, who had been taught with liberal ideals in the public schooling system, once started in discussion with his elder asking, "Father, what chemical is it that has you so high strung on cigars and pipes? If you love them so much I shouldn't be surprised if you create a religion for this addictive weed." The boy's father gave a long relaxed sigh as he reached into his cigar cabinet feeling for his Trinidad. "Son", he said in reply, "You have misconceived greatly as to why I smoke. To suggest I might convert to my own religion is silly, since my current already places tobacco at a level it deserves; and still it pleases me. Do you see it strange that I am content with Gods gifts?" The boy stood his same ground staring seemingly, blankly at the floor, though returned in saying, "Then why father is it you smoke? It seems not to be an enjoyable practice if not for the stimulant." The hoary headed sage stared directly into the boy's eyes to the point he could have claimed victory in the discussion without reply. To relieve the tension in the boy's quarter brain the man said, "If I should get anything, I should get wisdom, correct? During my day, from nine to five, I heap and gather very little so as to provide for you and and your Mother. The from five until I lay unconscious in my bed, even if I am unemployed in physical work, I am employed in great thought, by which the great muse of tobacco guides my spirit and mind, all while under the authority of god." The now slightly older youth had felt as though (being his father's son) he should not let down and continue to disagree. "Where did you pull this absurd philosophy from?" The boy said in acted dismay. "I thought of it all one day whilst smoking." as he said this he lit his Trinidad.

Quotes, Because Tacitus Said it Better Than I.

"Never was Rome more distracted and terror-stricken. Meetings, conversations, the ear of friend and stranger were alike shunned; even things mute and lifeless, the very roofs and walls, were eyed with suspicion"

-Tacitus, on the reign of Tiberius

"The lust of rule was more to him than his brother and his daughter and his heart was steeled to any wickedness. Still he spared his eyes the seeing them slain before his face."

-Tacitus, on the reign of Claudius

REPARTEE IN THE SMOKING ROOM

She (crank): Is there anything worse than a man smoking a nasty cigarette?

He: Yes; a woman minding some one else's business.

With many men, cigars supply the intellectual vacuum which others ingeniously (?) fill up with sighs, shrugs, slander, shuffling, silly schemes, vagaries, vicious thoughts, whistling, weeping, wailing, beering and bawling.

A Better Man For Smoking

When the bishop of Manchester lived in Melbourne Victoria his open air study and smoking den was in his garden, under the shade of a giant blue-gum-tree. A lady visitor having once suggested that tobacco was of satanic origin Bishop Moorhouse replied: "Pardon me, madam, I smoke, and I am a better Christian for doing so. Do you read my letters in the papers?" The lady answered that she did, with pleasure. "Do you ever see anything discourteous or unkind in them?" "Certainly not; I often remark how often you keep your temper." "Well, madam, the first drafts of these letters contained the most cutting thing I could think of. Then I would go sit on the butt of that old gum-tree, light my pipe and have a quiet smoke. After that I would return to the house and strike out every line that might give pain to others. So you see, smoking makes me a better christian."

Why Not Be Happy Now?

To a young man who stood smoking a cigar the other day approached the elderly and impertinent reformer of immemorial legend.

"How many cigars do you smoke a day?", asked the meddler.

"Three," answered the youth, as patiently as he could.

"How much do you pay for them?"

"Ten cents," confessed the young man.

"Don't you know, sir," continued the sage, "That if you save that money, by the time you are as old as I am you could own that big building over the way?"

"Do you own it?" inquired the smoker.

"No."

"Well, I do," said the young man

Pigs and Smokers

"Brother G.," said one clergyman to another, "is it possible you smoke tobacco? Pray, give up the unseemly practice. It is alike unclerical and uncleanly. Tobacco! Why, my dear brother, even a pig would not smoke so vile a weed!" Brother G. delivered a mild outpouring of tobacco-fumes and then as mildly said, "I suppose Brother C., you don't smoke?" "No, indeed!" exclaimed his friend, with virtuous horror. Another puff or two, and then Brother G., who prefers the socratic method of argument, rejoined, "Then, dear brother, which is more like the pig - you or I?"

Smokers Guide to Being the Best Possible of Smokers.

*I did not come up with these.

1. Give your last cigar away occasionally. It will make you feel better.

2. Do not light a cigar in the presence of a respected friend or acquaintance, unless you give him one. This does not apply to employees, fellow boarders or anyone with whom you come in daily contact.

3. Never refuse a light to any smoker. If you haven’t a match to give him, let him borrow some of your fire, even if it spoils your cigar.

4. Remember that smokers are equal when smoking.

5. Do keep a fresh pipe – if he is a pipe smoker – for your friend.

6. Do the nice thing once in a while. If you have more than one cigar and notice a man looking sadly out of the smoking car window, proffer him one of your smokes, with the understanding that there have been times when you were short on smokes and long on loneliness yourself.

7. Give your friend your best cigar. You’ll have lots of fine future smokes coming to you if you do.

8. Remember you can display more brotherly feeling in the way you proffer a cigar than in a world of nice words and small loans.

9. Remember that the hospitable smoker is one of nature’s choicest creations.

10. Never play a joke on a smoker. Don’t give the meanest of them a loaded cigar. It’s brutal, dangerous and a stupid thing to do.

11. Don’t be a cigar or cigarette “sponge”. It’s a low down habit. You can lose your self-respect and the respect of your friends more in this way than any other.

12. Don’t be a strutting, nose-tilting smoker. It’s tough.

13. Never smoke in the presence of ladies, unless you know it is not offensive. If you don’t know, ask them. If they object, don’t smoke. In spite of Kipling, any good woman is far finer of which any cigar has ever dreamed.

14. “Life is too short for poor food, poor company, poor clothes” and poor smokes.

15. Remember that silence and a good cigar are two of the finest things on earth. Even a hermit can be an angel under these circumstances, and a man of the world a man of the other world. Puff your smoke heavenward, and pitch your thoughts toward the clouds.

St. Valentines Day

Guess what I did. Wrote a poem. It is in work so I do realize that meter is off in certain places. I promise that I will fix it, but here it is now.

Your days are young, but ill and rotten
Love is seen, bought to ignore.
Bachelorhood is soon forgotten,
With contracts signed in life before.
In places public the look I feign,
Which love doth not entertain.

Continue on poor wretched soul
And hope to find one fairer than thee
smoke to death as a goal
Tho' she has value more than tobackee.
For her to have its qualities would be nice
But it have hers, shall not suffice.

Go to the lady, find the seek;
At the lusty wench do not curse
When in boys it may seem weak
But write your sweet a lovely verse
Into love may easeth
And do not stir it, until it pleaseth.