Fight Club

I don't know if I will ever go on an acid trip. But if I do, I believe it will be an exaggerated and a very personal version of the feeling that I got while reading the Fight Club.

Psychosis.

"I know this because Tyler knows this."

Like a lot of people out there in the world, I have seen the movie first, loved it and then seen it a couple of times more. One of the best movies ever made.

Then comes the book.

Ever imagine what would happen if you were to be asphyxiated to the point when you cannot take it any more, you fight for oxygen and are then dropped in a pool of water? The mad rush of water through the empty vacuum that was reserved for air?

Probably a similar experience while reading the book. Probably.

This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.

The narration is beautiful, mind-blowing and gloriously insane.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everyone else, and we are all part of the same compost pile.

One will wonder what this book is all about. But then there are so many things that are there, just because they are there. No Questions asked and Answers, if any, lie hidden.

"If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, "you end up with a lot you don't."

Why 'Fight Club'?

After a night in fight club, everything in the real world gets the volume turned down. Nothing can piss you off. Your word is law, and if other people break that law or question you, even that doesn't piss you off.

What's the point?

Maybe self-improvement isn't the answer.... Maybe self-destruction is the answer.

That makes these men manly?

The gyms you go to are crowded with guys trying to look like men, as if being a man means looking the way a sculptor or an art director says.

But in the end:

Nothing was solved when the fight was over, but nothing mattered.

Brilliant. Just brilliant!

(The lines in italic are by Chuck Palahniuk from the book Fight Club.)