Wednesday, 5 December 2012


Having come so far it’s easy then to see how past and future are only products of this ungrounded language and our feverish, over-optimistic imaginations. Existentialism understands that life really carries on in a perpetual present, in which we are outer casings filled with this bizarre form of consciousness that allows us to reflect on what we do, as we do it. Sartre’s other radical seachange in perspective is to see human beings as completely free, totally undetermined, and thus condemned to make choices every day that will ultimately constitute the sum of our existence on earth. With complete freedom comes equally complete responsibility. So we may or we may not choose to obey the law, but that’s a decision we’re wholly responsible for; there can be no pathetic wriggling on the hook, by claiming one was ‘made that way’ or ‘couldn’t help myself’. Even doing nothing – especially doing nothing – is a clear choice in itself.

I am now reading Dostoyevsky's Notes From Underground. I have started to realize I quite enjoy reading existential fictions. Camus' The Stranger was pretty nice. A friend of mine said Beckett and Freud drove her mad for a few years. I have never come across Beckett, but I have read Freud's The Interpretation of Dreams which I now have a vague memory about, to be honest. 

After this, let's read Sartre's Nausea. That's gonna be really awesome, and gonna screw up my head really well..

When I have got the time, I would like to read my all-time favorite book, Walden, again..

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