Forcible ways make not an end of evil,

Everywhere

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I used to like school until we had to learn to make rock cakes.
I mean,there were no rocks in our street and anyway my mother couldn’t afford them.The nuns said I was cheeky and made me stand in the corner until I died.And I’ve never felt the same since.
In fact,I’ve never felt anything since.

After 6 years in the grammar school I went mute.It was dead easy.

After I left they said I should have gone back to try for Oxford.
They say it’s dead simple if you know how.

When I was older I did go to Oxford.That livened me up a bit but it was dead wrong for me owing to my muted Lancashire accent and lack of the wherewithall. I was their first dead postgraduate ever.

It nearly killed me.I was glad to leave before they cremated me and threw me off Magdalen Bridge on Hey Day .

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Can the dead speak? Yes, but only if they stop coughin’.

Can the dead joke? No,they are too grave.
Can the dead walk? Only in Lambeth.
Can the dead see? Only in the Holy Land.
Cam the dead make love? Only if they were Victorian ladies.
Can the dead eat? Only if they run together.
Cam the dead write? Only using dead letters.
Can the dead hear? Only when we prey.
Can the dead watch TV? It’s their funeral.

Wittgenstein’s diary extracts

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

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What do I know about God and the purpose of life?
I know that this world exists.
That I am placed in it like my eye in its visual field.
That something about it is problematic, which we call its meaning.
This meaning does not lie in it but outside of it.
That life is the world.
That my will penetrates the world.
That my will is good or evil.
Therefore that good and evil are somehow connected with the meaning of the world.
The meaning of life, i.e. the meaning of the world, we can call God.
And connect with this the comparison of God to a father.
To pray is to think about the meaning of life.
Journal entry (11 June 1916), p. 72e and 73e