Thursday, January 19, 2017

It is the absurd we must accept

     After reading Simone de Beauvoir, I felt the urge to do a little research about the existentialist philosophy and while easily diving into it, I found myself very content with its concepts, thing that comes as no surprise. Particularly, I like the one regarding the absurd



     More exactly? The world. Between the world and the absurd you might as well write down an equal sign: they define each other, their identity can be frequently confused; the lack of answers - or the appearance of the ones (apparently) inconceivable - thus becomes the only possible answer. That means, also, the exile from the sphere of happiness, of hope, of ideals? Not at all; maybe even the opposite: it means dipping into them or overcome them. All paradoxes have one final line: the absurd. Do we dare to accept it as a child of the universe, while letting it be our brother?

All this love

     The idea of ​​love - as a profoundly human feeling, not necessarily as an ingredient for a successful romantic relationship - intrigues me beyond measure, especially because of contradictions which, I say, it arises.

     Why do we love and how do we love, depending on what sort of things? Reading "When Nietzsche Wept", I was fascinated by the idea that all the love that we feel is, ipso facto, self-love. I was outraged but not for long - the assumption slowly became, if not true, at least possible.. Don’t we love people just according to their proximity to our ideals? Don’t we get upset, despite the fact that we declare our love to them, just because they contradict our beliefs?
© THE LUNATOUR
Maira Gall