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i used to believe i was selfish and broken. the kind of person who only thought of himself, who didn’t care enough about others, who lacked empathy, who was perhaps the most egoistic person i’d ever seen. i carried that shame for a long time, until i began to realize that it wasn’t just me, it was everyone. it wasn’t a defect unique to me, but something rooted in the fabric of all humanity. we’re all egoistic, just in different ways and to different degrees. everything we do is, at its core, for ourselves. true altruism, if you really look closely, doesn’t exist.

this realization is what philosophers call psychological egoism, and it’s one of the most controversial and unsettling ideas in moral philosophy.

the claim that all human behavior is fundamentally self-interested has angered and disturbed thinkers for centuries, because it seems to undermine the cherished ideal of pure selfless virtue. if our “moral” and “noble” acts are actually selfish in disguise, then what does that say about morality itself?

one of the most provocative defenders of this view was bernard mandeville, whose "fable of the bees" brilliantly argued that humans are fundamentally motivated by self-interest, and that even what we call “vices” (like greed, pride, and ambition) are what drive progress and prosperity in society.

what we think of as morality is just society’s way of using selfishness productively. even virtues like generosity and charity, when you look closer, arise from self-love because they make us feel good, win us admiration, or relieve our own discomfort at the suffering of others.

if psychological egoism is true, then morality isn’t an ideal we rise to, it’s simply a social tool for coordinating our competing self-interests.

what we call “moral” acts (helping the poor, risking your life for someone, being faithful, etc.) are strategies to gain approval, avoid guilt, feel good about ourselves, or secure rewards, not pure self-sacrifice.

hobbes put it bluntly:

“no man gives but with intention of good to himself.”

for hobbes, all behavior reduces to the avoidance of pain and the pursuit of pleasure in one form or another. humans crave the esteem of others, and much of what we call “virtue” is simply a strategy to earn that esteem. civilization itself emerges from carrying those selfish instincts toward stability and cooperation.

mandeville also argued that we should recognize that these instincts aren’t just inevitable, they’re useful. without selfish passions, society would stagnate.

mandeville’s ideas outraged many of his contemporaries because they challenged the comforting belief that humans are capable of true altruism.

one of his most striking arguments comes in the form of a rhetorical question:

“what interest can a fond mother have in view, who loses her health by assiduous attendance on her sick child, and afterwards languishes and dies of grief, when freed, by its death, from the slavery of that attendance?”

at first glance, the mother’s sacrifice looks like the epitome of selflessness. but mandeville asks us to look closer. she suffers and grieves not simply out of pure concern for the child as a separate being, but because the child is part of her self, even physically, since he was made from her own body. her attachment, her sense of purpose, and her identity are all bound up with him. when he suffers, she suffers, when he dies, she feels as though a part of herself has died. her devotion, even unto death, arises from her own passions, needs, and self-love, not from a detached, impartial altruism. even here, in one of the most intimate and moving examples of human love, self-interest quietly underlies and drives her actions.

so if even a mother’s care for her sick child can be explained by self-love, then the theory holds even in the most powerful, intimate, and emotional situations.

he’s not saying people are consciously selfish or calculating, but that even our deepest instincts, love and grief included, are expressions of self-love.

personally, i find it hard not to agree with him.

many philosophers accused mandeville of “cheating,” because his theory seemed to absorb all criticism. if you point to an apparently selfless act, he simply explains how it serves the self, no matter how noble or sacrificial it appears. but to me, that’s exactly the point. and another proof that he’s right, the very fact that people get so angry and defensive about this idea is itself evidence of its truth: they don’t want to face the unsettling reality that selfishness lies at the heart of everything, even in what we proudly call virtue, morality, and altruism. the resistance to his view only shows how deeply invested we are in maintaining the illusion of selflessness.

mandeville’s view isn’t just provocative, it’s liberating. it frees us from pretending we’re something we’re not and allows us to see morality for what it really is.

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why does everything around us feel both connected and separate at the same time?

why does the world seem so full of life, yet feel like it’s dying at the same time?

why does it feel like we’re all pieces of something bigger, but that “something” is gone?

why is everything extinguishing? from creatures, to plants, to planets, to stars… everything is slowly collapsing. fading. disappearing.

is existence a mistake?

philipp mainländer spoke about this. he’s often seen as the most pessimistic philosopher that has ever existed. his work is profoundly shocking and disturbing, yet somehow, very seducing.

at the beginning of the universe, there was nothing. not even the void. only pure, untouched nothingness. only god. god alone. god everywhere. god always. not a god seated in heaven, not a king on a throne, but an absolute and total presence. a unity without division. an existence without boundary or end. he was all there was. and in being everything, he was confined. he was imprisoned in himself. god was the original substance, the root of all that could ever be. and within this infinite being was a loneliness no human mind could comprehend. a silence so deep that even the word ‘alone’ becomes meaningless.

god existed as a singular, infinite being, perfect, pure, undivided. yet the nature of god and the nature of finite things are fundamentally incompatible. if god is truly infinite, then nothing else can exist beside him. he fills all of reality. there is no room for ‘other.’

so how, then, does the world we experience exist?
 

mainländer proposes an extraordinary answer:
 

“the universe… is the disintegration into multiplicity, that is, into egoistic individualities arrayed against each other.”

the world appears both fragmented into countless individual parts, and at the same time as a unified whole, governed by a single dominant force, which he calls "the will" (a term he adopts from schopenhauer). mainländer arrives at this view by observing how everything in the universe feels interdependent and connected, and yet, as individuals, especially conscious ones, everything also feels isolated and distinct. we are each confined to our own body and mind, yet we emerge from the totality of nature. for him, existence is a constant interplay between unity and individuality, always moving from unity toward fragmentation.
 

“non-being must simply have earned preference over supra-being, or else god in his perfect wisdom would not have chosen it.”

in such a world, anything that exists is destined to experience disproportionate and unending suffering. for mainländer, as for many pessimistic philosophers, non-being is fundamentally preferable to being. yet he believes our existence has one purpose, which is to reach its end.
 

“every vivid feeling of pleasure must therefore be purchased with a vivid feeling of unpleasure, and with every purchase of this kind the will ultimately gains nothing.”

through life, we are propelled by an endless motion that keeps us clinging to existence, but always with dissatisfaction. we desire life, yet we desire it in particular ways, and to desire is already to lack, to suffer in striving for what we do not have. even when we attain what we seek, the fleeting pleasure quickly fades into emptiness.
 

“life in general is a 'wretchedly miserable thing': it has always been wretched and miserable and will be wretched and miserable, and it is better not to be than to be.”

life is composed mostly of suffering, where any fleeting happiness inevitably gives way to pain.

god, being the absolute all-knowing being that he is, realizes the absurdity of life. how preferable non-being is to being. existence (even perfect, infinite existence) is suffering by its very nature, and the highest “good” is to return to nothingness.

and in that knowledge, god made the ultimate decision:

he chose death.

mainländer believed the universe began not with creation, but with divine suicide. god, being infinite and omnipresent, could not simply cease to exist, there was no outside into which he could disappear, no external void to retreat into. he was trapped within himself, unable to die in the way we understand death. and so, he chose the only possible path toward non-being: he shattered his own being into countless fragments: stars, atoms, bodies, minds… all finite, all dying.

we are the remains of god’s corpse, and the world is the process of his slow decomposition.

in mainländer’s philosophy, a truly infinite and omnipresent god left no room for finite things to exist, because if god remained everything and everywhere, there could be no space for multiplicity or individuality. to make room for finite creatures like us, god had to negate himself, to contract, shatter, and die, creating the space for the world. the world is not a creation from nothing, but a creation from god, at the cost of his own being. finite existence arises only because of this divine self-destruction. but in becoming fragments of that destroyed unity, finite beings inherit the nothingness at the core of reality. existence itself is steeped in death and decay from the beginning, because we are the debris of a dead god. life is therefore a process of disintegration and release, the slow decay of god’s corpse, and our task is to embrace the return to nothing. death is not a tragedy but a redemption, because it reunites us with the state of nothingness that ends suffering and struggle. the purpose of existence is to move toward non-being again, to complete the return to nothingness that god himself initiated.

philipp mainländer didn’t just write this philosophy.

he lived it.

he believed that god's act of creation was a suicide, a divine disintegration into matter, pain, and death. and that every being born into this broken world carries a piece of that divine collapse. we are, each of us, part of god’s corpse, and to live is to rot slowly with him. to die is to return to the only peace that ever was: nothingness.

and so, on the very day his book "the philosophy of redemption" was published,

he hanged himself.

not out of despair. not in fear. but in conviction. because for mainländer, death wasn’t defeat.

it was the final truth. the last release. the only honest answer to a world built on the ruins of god’s last breath.

his death wasn’t a tragedy.

it was the conclusion of his work.


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