Blackpill You might be far, far, far, more unlucky than you really think.
It's the reverse of a cope.
Again, how the fuck is this a "cope". It's literally the exact opposite. I'm saying that you're literally doomed to live in this suffer forever. What you're saying "lol when you die you enter eternal oblivion" is a cope.
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anything but the eternity of nothing is cope. there is nothing. you become nothing. it all ends and everything that you thought mattered doesn't.
As has already been noted in this thread, the notion of the Eternal Return was one that played a conspicuous role in Nietzsche's philosophy. Though fancying himself fiery Dionysian poet in his later years, poor Fritz was never able to fully exorcise the harsh chill imparted to him during his years as a logical positivist. As a son of the Occident, the sickly philosopher was never able to surrender fully to orientalism and still felt, at least in some small way, a need for his philosophy to accord with the objective world. The notion of the Eternal Return was entertained by cosmologists in Nietzsche's time as a viable possibility, which is one of the reasons the scholar found it so compelling.
As has also been pointed out in this thread, the model of the Eternal Return has been largely dismissed by physicists, relegating it to the realm of the fanciful things we once regarded seriously while our knowledge regarding such things were still in their infancy.
However, the notion of the Eternal Return was far more to Nietzsche than some abstract theory regarding the interplay of cosmic forces. Fritz was a man given to terrible nightmares: closing his eyes in the darkness of his shabby, lonely little apartment, the demons he claimed his reason had rid him of rose back up from the edge of the horizon to torment him. Sometimes they would even follow him back into the waking world. The philosopher once recounted returning from a particularly horrible vision only to find a specter looming behind him as he sat paralyzed in his chair, its guttural voice whispering incomprehensible words into his ear. Writing of the incident, Nietzsche lamented that as horrible as the little experience was, the very worst thing about it was that the demon refused to speak as human beings do.
Of all of the terrible things, whether they were ideas, devils, or one masquerading as the other, that assailed Nietzsche, the very very worse was the thought of the Eternal Return. He was, after all, an incredibly lonely man. His sexual experiences were limited to liaisons with whores who resented the fact their only alternative to starvation was pretending to make love to the sickly scholar. His one true love, the only woman he ever shared a kiss with, considered him nothing more than an curiosity and eventually began a torrid love affair with Fritz's dearest friend. He could try to soothe his pain by imagining himself the grand Zarathustra, whose isolation granted him power and wisdom rather than the misery and madness Nietzsche suffered on account of his. Sadly, fantasies are ephemeral things and the gaudy light they shed is extinguished by nothing more than an authentic tear. For all of his might and grandeur, Zarathustra couldn't protect his creator from something so prosaic as a broken heart. Darkness seeped in through the fissures of an already fragile soul, carrying with it the terror of the Eternal Return.
"What if I had to live this loveless existence again, and again, and again?" What if each disappointment, each lonely night spent penning books no one would read with a trembling hand and dimming eyesight, had to be endured an infinite number of times? It's one thing to watch one's hopes die, to mourn them. It's quite another thing to be forced to do so forever, to have one's heart broken and mended only to have it inevitably broken again. For such an unfortunate, the music of the spheres would be nothing but a never-ending dirge.
Nietzsche attempted to turn his familiar devil into a guardian angel. Adopting all the bravado of the stoic he had always wished he had been, he imagined celebrating the Eternal Return as a heroic affirmation of Reality. Perhaps if he could wrestle with his demon long enough to see the sun rise, the light would reveal the thing he was struggling with wasn't diabolic but divine and grant him a blessing.
That blessing never came, of course. Fritz descended into madness, leaving him nothing more than a tattered remnant of what he had once been. His sister propped him up and put him on display for the sake of promulgating the antisemitic rhetoric of her handsome, ambitious husband. A particularly humiliating end for a man who, in a fit of gratitude, promised his Jewish landlord that he would have all anti-semites shot.
There are some men who open their eyes from the peaceful sleep of oblivion to inevitably find themselves in the grip a waking nightmare, spending their lives with inhuman voices speaking inhumane truths to them.
The prospect of being born posthumously is little solace for the unlovable monsters whom the demon of the Eternal Return promises nothing except an endless solitary journey from the cradle to the grave.
Cope, no one knows that shit for sure.
It's actually very likely.
It hinges on universe being a closed system though.
Imagine a table with balls bouncing around. Eventually they will hit the exact same positions they've been in before.
Though, it doesn't matter. You won't remember your previous life
ok so how do i end the universe permanently?
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