The desire to be near something holy - to wear around your neck an amulet of the divine. The overwhelming need for suspension of disbelief.
The three results of existential absurdism: suicide, faith, or acceptance. The comfort of dogma when met with the absurd condition, and Kierkegaard's "leap of faith". The absurd, or the virtue of the absurd, is faith...yet to admit that faith itself is inherently absurd also seems to negate its rational value. If faith, as a reconciliation between existence and eternity, is beyond rationality, than how is it any more dignified than any other irrational act? Abraham is the father of faith, yes, but it seems that the absurdity of faith is simply an ad hoc solution to Biblical inadequacy. Why should I embrace the purpose or existence of God if this very belief is, by definition, absurd? Merely to fill an irreconcilable spiritual void? To lead myself away from the precipice?
The sickness unto death is despair, and "maman died today...or yesterday maybe". Dispassionate, removed from the world, lacking being-for-others. Lacking the confines of normal human emotion. Lacking socially-imposed categories of behavior.
The yearning, the tug towards the eternal, and the comfort of a scripted life. The beauty of the cross and the submission of will, the reduction of choice. Freedom slithers away like a serpent in the face of life everlasting.
The three results of existential absurdism: suicide, faith, or acceptance. The comfort of dogma when met with the absurd condition, and Kierkegaard's "leap of faith". The absurd, or the virtue of the absurd, is faith...yet to admit that faith itself is inherently absurd also seems to negate its rational value. If faith, as a reconciliation between existence and eternity, is beyond rationality, than how is it any more dignified than any other irrational act? Abraham is the father of faith, yes, but it seems that the absurdity of faith is simply an ad hoc solution to Biblical inadequacy. Why should I embrace the purpose or existence of God if this very belief is, by definition, absurd? Merely to fill an irreconcilable spiritual void? To lead myself away from the precipice?
The sickness unto death is despair, and "maman died today...or yesterday maybe". Dispassionate, removed from the world, lacking being-for-others. Lacking the confines of normal human emotion. Lacking socially-imposed categories of behavior.
The yearning, the tug towards the eternal, and the comfort of a scripted life. The beauty of the cross and the submission of will, the reduction of choice. Freedom slithers away like a serpent in the face of life everlasting.
