There can be no stronger proof of the impoverishment of our contemporary culture than the popular - though profoundly mistaken - definition of myth as falsehood.
Man is born unto the trouble as the sparks fly upwards.' In other words suffering is germane to our existence; indeed, how without it, should we be able to 'fly upwards
Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable.
Maybe it's not logical. I don't know. I don't care. I've been asked didnt I think it odd that I should be present to witness the death of everything and I do think it's odd but that doesnt mean it's n...
There is no reason to be in touch with you I m reduced to sub existence
Today, however, we are having a hard time living because we are so bent on outwitting death.
A weird time in which we are alive. We can travel anywhere we want, even to other planets. And for what? To sit day after day, declining in morale and hope.
Alan, the first winter we knew him, stood at my desk in the Cathedral library and remarked, I think you and Hugh live more existentially than most people.I felt we'd made it: we, like Sartre and Camus...
The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.
One day about a month ago, I really hit bottom. You know, I just felt that in a Godless universe, I didn't want to go on living. Now I happen to own this rifle, which I loaded, believe it or not, and...
No shepherd and one herd! Everybody wants the same, everybody is the same: whoever feels different goes voluntarily into a madhouse.
I Think, Therefore I Am ... I Think ...
Say not: I live today, I shall die tomorrow. Divide not reality between life and death. Say: now I live and die.
To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.
To seek out the upright. No fall butpreceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness,counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what?Something n...
The doctor was not, he thought, really sure that anyone else existed, and wanted to prove they did by helping them.
Do I dream you? Or you dream me? Or does someone, something bigger than all' - her hands swept the vast constellations above them - 'this beauteous calamity, dream everything we see and more?
Heidegger considers the human condition coldly and announces that existence is humiliated. The only reality is "anxiety" in the whole chain of being. To the man lost in the world and its diversions th...
People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.
We are merely pieces of a grander design, even more insignificant than I imagined. When the earth ceases to be, all those stars will shine on. Our deaths will mean nothing to them.