Sunday, May 6, 2012

You have to have some absolutes in life

Danish philosopher Soren Kierkegaard was born on this day in 1813.

"My life is absolutely meaningless." -- Soren Kierkegaard.

   That was the dream of all men, the dream within a dream, to live life again, surely and flawlessly this go-around, but of what that perfect life would consist not one had any inkling. The Buddhists said it was one shorn of all desire, of all self-interest, and that once achieved it led directly to a stepping-off, a release from the endless, idiotic cycle of reincarnation. In that case, one could start now, stripping away the impediments to that ideal state of existence. So even this meager life, seen in that light, offered a great opportunity. By renouncing the clamorous self we could court annihilation, the consummation devoutly to be wished.
   As to how that might work, though, Sully was at a loss. If matter was imperishable, how could one be said to be obliterated? No, if existence was recurrent then it had to be eternally so, sad to say. The lunatic will to live was embodied in so many meaningless lives, in such relentless replication. Lives unloved, unwanted, unremembered. Misforgotten.

-- Chapter 22, The Misforgotten.

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