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Lust for Life
raul:
Herr Hentrich,
Thank you for your words. I don´t know what I would do if I had Russel´s egg in my hand. It would be a huge temptation to crush it.
Only those who are concerned with questions of the meaning of human existence ask themselves this kind of questions. What does this mean? It means that you, Holden, Silenus, Ibra, and anyone reading this blog are freaks.
You are right. At this moment nobody would be booking any cruises to China anytime soon were Vonnegut in the flesh. I would not suggest anyone to book flights to this country because he/she might get dengue, zika, chikungunya or influenza. On Friday the First Lady got dengue. Will she go to the overcrowded public hospitals? No, she won´t. The government is lying about the number of deaths caused by the dengue virus.
Drive safely.
You and others may find this scene from Lust for Life with Kirk Douglas and James Donald.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZGG_QJjnRbA
Nation of One:
That scene made me slightly teary-eyed. See what a sentimental fool I can be.
I see all the Van Goghs suicided by society, but maybe there is just no fitting round pegs into square holes. Maybe our failure to fit in or find a place in this world is our greatest success. Lots of contradictions, paradoxes, and even nonsense.
From one moment to the next, our entire universe can transform. We are maybe dimly aware of the creepiness of our own bones and blood. When we die, our bodies rot and decompose. Maybe there is even an in between realm where we are alive but as good as dead, or someone we love deeply is in such a state, and thier body fermenting. I am ashamed when the odors of death repel me. Then I witness the vanity of existence, and I must think against myself; that is, I see how sensitive and maybe even how shallow this thing I call "love" is. It kind of shames me that I allow myself to be freaked out by Life.
raul:
Hentrich,
I am glad that you can be a sentimental fool, as you say, because I am no longer sentimental or emotional. The will to live is very strong. That is the reason I am still around here. I find extremely scary that most find this horror called life wonderful.
As you say when we die our bodies rot and decompose. Here students in the School of Medicine, even fight one another to get a fresh dead body for their studies. I may end up as meat for their experiments. Life is horrendous.
On your birthday I can only suggest that you drive carefully and safely.
Stay well.
P.S. You and others may find this article interesting:
https://allthatsinteresting.com/skoptsy
Nation of One:
Actually, I'm not very sentimental either. Usually too "ready to explode in rage" to even sit through half a film.
I don't celebrate birth, but mourn it. One must accept wishes gracefully lest snap. People just want to say "this that the other thing" but few care to hear how you actually feel at the moment, which is indescribable. It is a ridiculous life, more pathetic than tragic.
Holden:
To,
Senor Raul,
“The feelings of our heart, the agitation of our passions, the vehemence of our affections, dissipate all [of reason’s] conclusions, and reduce the profound philosopher to a mere plebeian.” — David Hume, An Enquiry Concerning Human Understanding.
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