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Heidegger said this:
Existential analysis has the character of doing violence, whether to the claims of the everyday interpretation, or to its complacency and its tranquillized obviousness.
I think there is so much in this sentence that it encompasses all of life its beauty and tragedy… all that humans do are in this one sentence… for me…
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I did not check exactly how he phrased it but it was Richard Rorty who said something like that. He said “The world doesn’t speak… human beings do.” So true… The deer doesn’t say “I am pretty,” the rose doesn’t say “I smell good,” “the lion doesn’t say “I am powerful,” the weather doesn’t say... Read More »
I want to write about Truth and Absurdity. I say… that for every “Truth,” there is an equal and opposite “Truth.” Of course I am not talking about the physical world but the world of a human, the one that is lived in his/her head. The human’s world that describes right and wrong, the way... Read More »
Lately when I catch movies on television, I notice that I am paying attention to who is dead or who is still alive. I like old movies and when I happen to see one, I first look at when it was made and try to guess the ages of the actors. Noticing that some or... Read More »
In America we have been preaching this life-balance crap for a while now; everyone who has a family and a career should devote time to their families and make them a priority in life, spend time with their children, attend soccer games, eat together,,,, blah, blah, blah… Who makes this crap up?
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It is a very interesting thing this “Comparing.” It is one of the greatest sources of suffering of our times. If you are not happy you are most likely comparing.
My mother was 64 years old. She struggled with breast cancer for 8 years and passed away in January. As people poured to our home, there... Read More »
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From the book, Sartre for Beginners by Donald Palmer
A group of friends on vacation go for a day hike in the Alps. Half way to the mountain top, which is their goal, they turn a bend in the path and find their way blocked by a huge boulder that has fallen in such a a... Read More »
When I consider the brief span of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and behind it, the small space that I fill, or even see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces which I know not, and which know not of me, I am afraid, and wonder to see myself here rather than... Read More »