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What literature would you recommend for people with below average IQs? My IQ is 90.

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What should I read specifically, if I have absolutely no background or prior reading in philosophy and want to eventually read and understand pic related, Nietzsche, Wittgenstein, Kant, Kierkegaard, Derrida, and Stirner (not necessarily in the order I listed them)?

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i've seen quite a few posters on here who have gone here/went here. i was wondering if anyone could help me out.

i'm 22, have been working and living on my own for a few years. did not go to college right after high school because i had no idea what i wanted from an education. i found out about st johns a few months ago and i'm convinced it's exactly what i want from a school.

the problem is, i'll be 23 next november in my freshman year. they don't do transfers so none of my community college credits count at the school. i know i'm not super old or anything but i am wondering if i will stick out/not relate to my peers/have a bad experience because of my age. i've almost convinced myself not go recently but i also really want that kind of education so i'm not sure.

any advice would be greatly apreciated. if there is another great books school that would be more suitable for me please tell me about it.

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>reading plato's euthyphro
>19 pages of fine-tuning definitions
>they end up back where they started, and reach no conclusions
what the hell was the point of that?

discuss greek philosophy here

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>/lit/ tells you a book is shit
>you read it and find out it's basically a masterpiece

have this ever happened to you?

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Goodreads Thread with a twist, post your age and how long you browse 4 chan.

https://www.goodreads.com/user/show/2408134-sebastian

28/~12years

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ITT: we post our meme trilogy.

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Anyone here with visual snow? I have had it for about a year, and it negatively impacts my reading ability and level of comprehension.

I have learned a couple of tactics and strategies to deal with it so far:

a) reading with a pen to help guide the eye
b) using several light sources pointed at the text to dampen the static noise
c) never read outside, only use artificial light sources

The biggest downside is that I no longer can enter the reading "flow" where time and space becomes irrelevant. My ability to concentrate is not as good as it used to be due to this.

If you have any other tips to deal with this I would appreciate it greatly. I do not want to stop with this hobby, since I love reading.

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Were there any books that helped you out of crushing loneliness and insecurity?

Read meditations.

On another note (and to help you make recommendations), high school drop out, dissapointed parents, physically (technically mentally) deformed (not a troll it is quite likely when you realise all of those three correlate).

Should I an hero? I'm 21, will life just get worst? I hear people start becoming progressively unhappier beyond 30.

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What does the third guy mean?

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>In his delirium he ransacked the linens of his pallet for arms but there were none. The judge smiled. The fool was no longer there but another man and this other man he could never see in his entirety but he seemed an artisan and a worker in metal. The judge enshadowed him where he crouched at his trade but he was a coldforger who worked with hammer and die, perhaps under some indictment and an exile from men's fires, hammering out like his own conjectural destiny all through the night of his becoming some coinage for a dawn that would not be. It is this false moneyer with his gravers and burins who seeks favor with the judge and he is at contriving from cold slag brute in the crucible a face that will pass, an image that will render this residual specie current in the markets where men barter. Of this is the judge judge and the night does not end.

What did he mean by this?

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Hey /lit/, I just marathoned the first page of pic related and I'm extremely unimpressed so far. It's like I'm reading a history book or something. Did I fall for the meme or does it get better?

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I have a few friends who were suicidal so i wrote this poem based on thier experiences, im srry if this is super stupid and cringey af k thnx here u go:

The rain cries with me in the middle of the night,
As the beautiful but taunting moon shines bright.
I see dead souls climbing and scattering up and down the walls,
Saying "Why don't you climb up a cliff and fall?"

Scarlet red wraps around my arms like strings
While I imagine the most scariest of things.
"What if the voices are right?"
As I feel my throat get tight.

I feel like there is nothing for me to keep or give,
So what is the point for me to live?
Blinded by my own words I put my hand in the air and stared.
Whispering "Can someone help me? I'm fucking scared!"

No one was there to grab me by the hand or reply
As my soul wished it could just escape and fly.
Thinking about how optimistic expectations could kill
While negativity could make such a thrill.

I'm to childish to live in such a reality
My tiny heart doesn't have anybody.
Where is a shoulder when I need to cry?
Who will be waiting to say goodbye?

"No one"
As I pull out the gun.
My fingers shiver as I touch the trigger,
There wasn't any happy ending, life from the start was always bitter.

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> be rich post-modern artist
> visit Houellebecq
> see this
> wat do

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What arguments actually exist against suicide?