Existential Cocktail
I think just took a triple shot of the Existential Cocktail these past two weeks, consisting of:
And add on top of that a dash of psychologist / philosopher Erich Fromm:
I've clearly got to cut down on the cough syrup when I'm sick.
- Reading Catcher in the Rye and The Myth of Sisyphus
- Watching Lost in Translation, After Life, and Last Night
- Discovering the sublime music that is Tori Amos' 1000 Oceans, Johnny Cash's cover of U2's song One, and Vince Guaraldi's Cast Your Fate to the Wind
And add on top of that a dash of psychologist / philosopher Erich Fromm:
Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies.
To die is poignantly bitter, but the idea of having to die without having lived is unbearable.
In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.
I've clearly got to cut down on the cough syrup when I'm sick.
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