Anxiety#1
“How shall a man be proud, when his conception is a crime, his birth a penalty, his life a labour, and death a necessity”
Arthur Schopenhauer, On Human Nature, 1897
“I can’t imagine life going on without me after I die”, a peculiar resonance resounds with these words. They feel wrong, that said, anyone hearing them may make sense of them. ‘Life’ will go on after we die, or so we assume. It is what we believe. If it didn’t our whole notion of reality would be put into question. Entertaining the idea of a reality that has no independence of me is an offence, an offence to our senses and an offence to our reasons for being. There are problems in a world in which your reading this did not exist independently of my writing it, problems; as far as our reason is concerned that is.
Tags: anxiety, Bertrand Russell, Camus, existentialism, mind, Philosophy, Psychology, resolution, romantic, Science, suicide, void







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