Living is what it means. Something in itself.
It takes more than critique to live. You may say you know it all, but you don’t understand what you’ve said. Watching life from some ”God’s eye” will give you no real joys or sorrows.
For who can be sure about everything? Or say, anything. Yet life carries on. Is it more ridiculous to say what we’ve been through is real, or is it the opposite?
You’d still prefer an invulnerable life, though it attacks at night. You’d still stay calm and detached yet you know you can never again.
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June 22, 2004
Vita-- echoes the theme in Good Will Hunting
Posted by wei at 11:53 AM 0 comments
Labels: English, retrospect
June 13, 2004
warmth-- reflection on Kierkegaard
Have you ever noticed how this world bereave people of their inwardness and fill them up with external stimuli, how we live on those crooked dispensable news? I’ve always believed that intake and output are never coexistent. Just like you don't breathe in and out at the same time. I am never able to write when I read a lot.
I sometimes doubt the necessity of the existence of documents of all forms. Yet I can't imagine what I would be like to have lived without all the warmth, the proof of one’s existence.
Philosophy is not interesting unless when you read it, you are so very glad that you are not the only one in this world to ever thought about some particular thing. This is why I've been fascinated.
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I sometimes doubt the necessity of the existence of documents of all forms. Yet I can't imagine what I would be like to have lived without all the warmth, the proof of one’s existence.
Philosophy is not interesting unless when you read it, you are so very glad that you are not the only one in this world to ever thought about some particular thing. This is why I've been fascinated.
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Posted by wei at 11:43 AM 0 comments
Labels: English, existential
June 09, 2004
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