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There is so much that is charming about this article I almost don't know where to begin. Let me cherry pick a few delicious quotes from it:
I was sure I was going to hell, precisely because I did not believe in hell.
I began lamenting that life was without meaning. I had no heaven to look forward to, and what I failed to see at the time was that the reason for my reflective despair was that my life was heaven.
These are are the things I remember. I can hardly remember the plot of Nausea, The Stranger, or Fear and Trembling. What was destructive to my spirit was ephemeral; what was significant, I still remember.
I would now shudder at the thought of spending my time in a Parisian coffeehouse with Sartre.
At my present age of 33, I try each day to live my life as a glass raised to what man is capable of, rather than as a downward glance cast at the false premise of futility.
... the dead stink up the place, so let’s remove them.
LOLOLOLOL... (laughing at this last one). You have a wonderful soul and it is a pleasure to know you, sir. You even inspired this little gem out of Kitten:
People are all born rational, but adopting reason as a way of life is an individual choice. A choice to Live.
Congratulations on one hell of a first article on Solo.
Michael M - You seem to criticize the "I once was lost, but now I'm found; was blind, but now I see" feeling as something inherently bad or superficial. Often it is, but do you believe it is so even when it is sincere?
How would you express such an emotion then? Or would you simply ignore it and let religion continue with its monopoly on religious-type experiences?
Call me superficial, but I for one can relate. I read Atlas Shrugged in 2 days the first time. It was like falling into an oasis after years in the desert (and I almost drowned, actually, but that's another story).
Michael
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