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Holden

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To Herr Hauser
« on: August 30, 2020, 03:55:24 pm »
There are no errors and thus no need for apologies. There are causes and effects. Due to the virus,  I could not go to the hospital to get my lungs X-rayed.
I am taking anti-bacterial bills and yet once again I have reached a stage where I tend to throw up a lot of what I eat,but no coughing so far, thank Jupiter!

Within a day or two I would try to get the tests done. The choice seems to be between the Chinese virus and the Romantic bacteria.A few centuries back tuberculosis was called the Romantic disease. Many artists ,it seems, suffered from it.
 
I personally could find very little romance in it and a lot of ugliness. Coughing and vomiting one's lungs out..no, there is no romance in that.
I suppose the difference between those old artists and myself is that I have read you, and Cioran and Schopenhauer.

There is no such thing as romance. I was just getting started with getting the hang of mathematics, very far indeed from where you are in mathematics, and yet I could feel that if the gods of Olympus would curse me with a few more years of life then I could at least die with the knowledge that I was not a complete idiot, a bit like the philosophy paper young Wittgenstein wrote for Russell to find out if he had any talent for philosophy.Only in my case its mathematics.

 But then again, even my inclination for mathematics, in the last analysis,may not be strong enough to withstand my stronger subconscious and not so subconscious Will to be done with my life, all life.

Please take care, and please know that  I am always just a couple of steps behind you ,well, at least, till the virus or the bacteria don't get me and maybe after that as a sad spectre.

Take care my friend.

La Tristesse Durera Toujours                                  (The Sadness Lasts Forever ...)
-van Gogh.