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Humanity
What would you do if you awoke knowing you had forgotten the secret to everything? Literally, every piece of the puzzle of life and the universe was in your head...or was it?What would be worse - the possibility that you had and somehow lost the key to unraveling the mysteries of the universe or not knowing if the world inside your head is made up of memories or insane delusions?Now, add in the fact that you have no friends (none that you can remember anyway), your accounts are frozen, everyone around you is a potential spy, and a secret organization is trying to kill you. The only thing driving you forward is fear and the unknown.What would you do?You'd keep running until the nightmare made sense.
111 pages, Paperback
Published March 4, 2017
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dnf-graveyard
May 6, 2020I'm 10 pages in and already I get the feeling that someone is bitter about the "rat race" type existence we as humanity have. Nihilism is freeing. This guy should check it out.
And on page 13 (lucky 13) I have officially decided to resign this book to the DNF pile. I will not be rating it as I haven't read enough of it to form an opinion (well, at least not one that is fair of the whole book). Hell, this could be the most profound commentary on the human existence that exists, and I will never know, because I decided not to read any further.
It was this passage that helped me make that decision:
"...barely containing the loathing in her pretty blue eyes. It wasn't really directed at him, more so at the entire situation, and her longing to be something other than a low-paid servant struggling through a meager existence. She had dreams, aspirations; she knew she deserved better than this. But despite all of her self-assurances, she would never amount to anything better than this. How could she? This was all there was for her. Just another cog. The cruel joke was giving her desires without enough ambition to accomplish them. This is simply how some people were born. Some had the drive to acquire vast wealth and power and others were born to support the feet that trampled upon them. It was a cruel and never-ending joke."
Being one of those service-industry "cogs" that whole idea pisses me off, not gonna lie. I have desires, yes, and plenty of ambition, but there are plenty of other factors beyond that. To pare it all down to "drive" and nothing else, for that to be the sole reason some "succeed" (assuming riches are your definition of success) is ludicrous, and discounts all the other reasons why someone might not rise above their "meager existence."
For all I know, this book could go on to tear that whole idea down and become a champion of ordinary people living their ordinary lives, but like I said, I will not be reading the rest of it, so I will never know.
And for the record, when I thank my customers for the "pittance" they bestow upon me (i.e., my tips) I am genuinely thanking them, and not masking "barely contained loathing." Just saying.
And on page 13 (lucky 13) I have officially decided to resign this book to the DNF pile. I will not be rating it as I haven't read enough of it to form an opinion (well, at least not one that is fair of the whole book). Hell, this could be the most profound commentary on the human existence that exists, and I will never know, because I decided not to read any further.
It was this passage that helped me make that decision:
"...barely containing the loathing in her pretty blue eyes. It wasn't really directed at him, more so at the entire situation, and her longing to be something other than a low-paid servant struggling through a meager existence. She had dreams, aspirations; she knew she deserved better than this. But despite all of her self-assurances, she would never amount to anything better than this. How could she? This was all there was for her. Just another cog. The cruel joke was giving her desires without enough ambition to accomplish them. This is simply how some people were born. Some had the drive to acquire vast wealth and power and others were born to support the feet that trampled upon them. It was a cruel and never-ending joke."
Being one of those service-industry "cogs" that whole idea pisses me off, not gonna lie. I have desires, yes, and plenty of ambition, but there are plenty of other factors beyond that. To pare it all down to "drive" and nothing else, for that to be the sole reason some "succeed" (assuming riches are your definition of success) is ludicrous, and discounts all the other reasons why someone might not rise above their "meager existence."
For all I know, this book could go on to tear that whole idea down and become a champion of ordinary people living their ordinary lives, but like I said, I will not be reading the rest of it, so I will never know.
And for the record, when I thank my customers for the "pittance" they bestow upon me (i.e., my tips) I am genuinely thanking them, and not masking "barely contained loathing." Just saying.
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