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.