sadisticjackass

Existence before essence:
Existentialism is blowing my mind, especially after my “universally speaking” paper in philosophy last year. It had the same possibilities, you can almost arrive at a Kant-like conclusion coming from the opposite direction. No universals, no eternal essence, no collective morality. But like I said, you can still get to the same kind of points, if you want. Or if you don’t want. The sudden realization of free will is more than liberating. Well, liberating and then daunting, and then the meaninglessness creeps in (gah!) but then you know you exist, and it gives you a hope and a security that is more comforting than the daunting smite of the universals (beautiful though they are)-and thats considering I haven’t read any religious existential lit yet…and also considering I’ve only had one class. The exciting part is how it coincides with waiting for Godot (more mind exploding) and world religions/seminar. Independent Study is just a cool format all together. In world rel today I sat on the floor with a pillow. Thanks, Lee.

Why do I feel like being into things all of a sudden? action action its got me feeling good. Waiting for Godot, Lucky’s rant:
“In the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stone in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skill fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connermara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished gracer still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished….”