Now More Happier.

1.13.2006

Read This Book.

"I looked anxiously around me: the present, nothing but the present. Furniture light and solid, rooted in its present, a table, a bed, a closet with a mirror - and me. The true nature of the present revealed itself: it was what exists, and all that was not present did not exist. The past did not exist. Not at all. Not in things, not even in my thoughts. It is true that I had realized a long time ago that mine had escaped me. But until then I believed that it had simply gone out of my range. For me the past was only a pensioning off: it was another way of existing, a state of vacation and inaction; each event, when it had played its part, put itself politely into a box and became an honorary event: we have so much difficulty imagining nothingness. Now I knew: things are not entirely what they appear to be - and behind them ... there is nothing."

Nausea, Sartre. Existentialism. Ugh. I want to write like that one day.

1 Comments:

Blogger Jadewolff said...

I know the feeling!
It got to the point where actually writing out their words filled a void as well. I kept a journal of philosophical quotes I had read and wanted to remember apart from the book as a whole. Kind of an anthology of quotes just for me?
To this day I enjoy going back through that journal and reveling in the brilliance of a phrase even though it's been years.

You'll love college and abundance of philosophical enlightenment that will be available to you :)

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