Hi, OP.

I agree with post above. Exercise a lot, go long-distance running or hit the gym, those endorphins will make you feel better. Use party drugs, get laid, whatever. If everything in life ever is a pointless distraction, then you can at least engage in the more pleasant distractions.

You're obviously into reading. Try reading something else than neuroscience books and manic-depressed German philosophers, it'll only fuck with your head if you're already depressed yourself.

Another thing: I see the reductionist "I'm not a real person, everybody is nobody" is a bit of a main theme in your OP. But how's your own suffering "real" then? How can the suffering be real, if the sufferers are not?

And then there's a problem with Scylvendi, who have pale skins, pale blue eyes and yet dark hair. Now that is a combination which is rather hard to find anywhere on Earth

It's very common on the British Isles, and probably all over Western Europe. The "light-skinned and dark-haired" look isn't rare at all, so I don't know where you're getting this from.

Looks-wise, it's obvious that Conan the Barbarian was the inspiration for the Scylvendi race.

I always read the Ketyai characters as Byzantine Greeks and the Kianene as Muslim Turks/Arabs, for pretty obvious reasons. There's not that much ethnic difference between the two, since both of these groups fit into the general "olive-skinned Mediterraneans/Middle-Easterners" spectrum, distinct from both Zsoronga's people and from pale-blonde Kellhus lookalikes.

Not to start out my career here with a flame war about race representation

 

The best and subtlest Bible allusion in the entire TSA series - that scene where Kellhus is punished with something that sounds like a combo of crucifixion and circumcision.

Mind = blown. Ever am I deceived.

There's always this as well:

http://revelationawaitsanappointedtime.blogspot.com/2011/03/arabic-automata.html

I had no idea that pre-industrial robots were around in the Middle Ages, tbh.

An infinitesimal speck becomes everything, and the universe blooms and burns with the hard light of innumerable stars autocannibalizing, finally choking on iron and exploding into clouds that collapse into new stars surrounded by discs of parental debris that they cook and cook, forcing matter to flee into ever more complicated forms to maximize entropy, a constant pressure culminating in the generational replication of structure, and a vast proliferation of different entropic maximizations–the sum of life!–each more efficient than the previous, adaptations stacked upon adaptations, mapping ever more possibilities of structure and dynamics, morphology and behaviour, until the sheer complexity of the latter undoes the integrity of the former, and behaviour begins complicating without material constraint, collapsing the entropic interval, becoming a black hole of a more horrifying sort, an entropy maximizing God–Death–grown to a devouring haze that encompasses stars, galaxies, clusters and superclusters, consuming filaments and more, until passing at long last through its own jaws and fading into the infrared wash that is the end of the universe.

Reads like something I'd write when I was 16.

Strange that those who most wish to control others often feel that they themselves are so oppressed

And what's wrong with wanting to control your surroundings?

Harm/care morality ("don't you dare judge anyone!!!1") is the most childish moral standard imaginable.

I dislike Cain's blog and will probably dislike this book, so I certainly won't pay for it. Maybe pirate it next year, if I have time to kill.