Nothing disturbs us more than our own bodies. Their tendency to break down, their weird smells and shapes, the inevitability that they will decline and eventually decompose and disappear. Nietzsche described it as the root of ugliness. “What does man hate?” he asked, ready with a catalog of the body’s potential failures: heaviness, exhaustion, convulsions, paralysis – the smell, color and form of decomposition. “There is no doubt about this: man hates the twilight of his own type.” Click to read the article.
“When Twitter first started, I was mad at someone and I said something on Twitter and got in trouble for it. And then I kept doing it. I think we all agree I am not made for social media. I even get jittery when I go on the Internet and I never Google myself. Talk […]