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be an epicurean - nathanology lyrics

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hey, what’s good? — no, for real, what’s goodness?

how do i determine what the meaning of good is?

good that, good this, good family, good kids —

how do i define it and what kind of life’s good to live?

good question — it’s been asked before
by philosophers of ethics and by authors of lore

and by existential rappers when they’re anxious or bored —

am i doing what’s good? should i be doing more?

some ask the lord — but some others may feel

a theologic form of goodness kinda doesn’t congeal

with the scientific vibe of what’s observably real —

for to what is unknown, there’s no need to kneel

and what’s known is that we’re atoms

that have smashed into patterns

and we’re the random interactions

of the accident matter is

and the chance that it’s happened
that i act and exist

doesn’t lead to any facts

about what happiness is

— but if matter just is what it is, with no purpose

then what good is justice, or virtuous service?

this view is current — but it has its precursors

for instance the 3rd century greek epicurus

epicurus held that everything is atoms and void

and you and everyone you know are merely atoms conjoined —

there’s no immortal soul — so all you have is a choice:

are you gonna be sad, or would you rather enjoy it?

what’s good? whatever — the highest good is pleasure
you want to get get high, live the high life? whatever

you want to live outside and be a hermit? whatever

everything’s permitted if it furnishes pleasure

but pleasure’s defined

by the absence of pain —

it’s a balance, a game —

so don’t go out of your lane

with that addictive and erratic sh*t

that rattles your brain —

the richest of pleasures

are simple and plain

and when i look at this now

i think how simple it’d be if i

let my ego settle down

and if i quit social media —

and then be sleepin’ more sound

and be seizin’ the day —

i bet if he could see me now

that epicurus would say:

stop f*ckin’ around with this bullsh*t

stop obsessing over followers and views —

stop all this fixating

all this every*moment waiting

on a future vision of a famous you —

you’re an aggregate of atoms and it isn’t that grand

if those atoms have an active or inactive instagram —

you don’t have to give a d*mn — you can feel your inner freedom —

peace — be at ease — be an epicurean

if you simplify your sh*t, then you can still get around —

you can still get by

and slip from the tie by which the world’s bound —

and these processes that are not ecologically sound

you could stop —

right now

get rid of all

sh*t that involves

gettin’ withdrawals

get with the pulse —

give it a pause

limit applause

if it’ll cause

critical flaws

live for embrace of the petals that fall

step at a pace of content and recall

that gain is ephemeral

fetid and small —

and pleasure is all

it isn’t a matter of mastering matter

it’s rather that matter matters

that’s how the atoms swerve —

…and if you ask for the answer —

it’s all love:

don’t give a bad serve

it’s that it’s wrong to slip off to sp*ce

just because you’re the richest dude in the whole human race

it’s just kind of waste — and if the waste costs the pain

of your fellow human beings, epicurus would be sayin’ —

stop f*ckin’ around with this bullsh*t

stop obsessing over hauling all the loot —

stop this inhumane and

idiotic gettin gain

and gettin’ rich as if there’s nothing else to do —

get enough to not die and if enough’s not there

just remember that you’re atoms that are bumpin in the air —

why become a billionaire? be a humble human bein’ —

live in balance, have no care — be an epicurean

i’m not here to judge —

one judges at pain

of being judged by everybody

when you f*dg* it the same

and i’m not here to say

there’s no soul in here

for that indeed may be the thing

that makes the atoms cohere

and while i don’t know clear

how god might fit in —

epicurus said the gods exist but not as our friends —

i guess god is good

in the sense that the end

of every pleasure lets another kind divinely begin

[refrain:]

stop f*ckin’ around with this bullsh*t

stop perceiving what you have as not enough —

stop basing your actions

on your fears and your abstractions —

give no f*cks but then instead of them give love —

it’s really not a question of what does it all mean

as, do you feel the presence and the pleasure of your being

as you let go of your sh*t and focus on your breathin’ —

it’s time for you to live: be an epicurean

- nathanology lyrics

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