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Nothing matters
what is the meaning of life?
It's like firky found a copy of Sophie's World.




what is the meaning of life?
what is the meaning of life?
There is even a handy board feature to make it so!It's Ok, apparantly he doesn't really exist, so neither do his opinions on this thread.

what a silly question.
philosophy....questioning the things that people are too scared to question
Philosophy is just a historically useful label for a number of different pursuits. In its broadest sense it means the attempt to understand what the world* without recourse to mythology or religion, i.e. figuring shit out for ourselves based on reason and evidence.
In the West this has traditionally been broken down into two slightly less broad categories of a) what is the world like? and b) how should we live?
*'World' meaning universe or multiverse or whatever it is that we decide is the place where we all are.
why does it scare people to ask these questions?



That everybody present should know what thinking is and what is abstract is presupposed in good society, and we certainly are in good society. The question is merely who thinks abstractly. The intent, as already mentioned, is not to reconcile society with these things, to expect it to deal with something difficult, to appeal to its conscience not frivolously to neglect such a matter that befits the rank and status of beings gifted with reason. Rather it is my intent to reconcile the beautiful world with itself, although it does not seem to have a bad conscience about this neglect; still, at least deep down, it has a certain respect for abstract thinking as something exalted, and it looks the other way not because it seems too lowly but because it appears too exalted, not because it seems too mean but rather too noble, or conversely because it seems an Espèce, something special; it seems something that does not lend one distinction in general society, like new clothes, but rather something that — like wretched clothes, or rich ones if they are decorated with precious stones in ancient mounts or embroidery that, be it ever so rich, has long become quasi-Chinese — excludes one from society or makes one ridiculous in it.
Who thinks abstractly? The uneducated, not the educated. Good society does not think abstractly because it is too easy, because it is too lowly (not referring to the external status) — not from an empty affectation of nobility that would place itself above that of which it is not capable, but on account of the inward inferiority of the matter.
The prejudice and respect for abstract thinking are so great that sensitive nostrils will begin to smell some satire or irony at this point; but since they read the morning paper they know that there is a prize to be had for satires and that I should therefore sooner earn it by competing for it than give up here without further ado.
I have only to adduce examples for my proposition: everybody will grant that they confirm it. A murderer is led to the place of execution. For the common populace he is nothing but a murderer. Ladies perhaps remark that he is a strong, handsome, interesting man. The populace finds this remark terrible: What? A murderer handsome? How can one think so wickedly and call a murderer handsome; no doubt, you yourselves are something not much better! This is the corruption of morals that is prevalent in the upper classes, a priest may add, knowing the bottom of things and human hearts.
One who knows men traces the development of the criminal's mind: he finds in his history, in his education, a bad family relationship between his father and mother, some tremendous harshness after this human being had done some minor wrong, so he became embittered against the social order — a first reaction to this that in effect expelled him and henceforth did not make it possible for him to preserve himself except through crime. — There may be people who will say when they hear such things: he wants to excuse this murderer! After all I remember how in my youth I heard a mayor lament that writers of books were going too far and sought to extirpate Christianity and righteousness altogether; somebody had written a defense of suicide; terrible, really too terrible! — Further questions revealed that The Sufferings of Werther [by Goethe, 1774] were meant.
This is abstract thinking: to see nothing in the murderer except the abstract fact that he is a murderer, and to annul all other human essence in him with this simple quality.
Or maybe it's a load of self-reinforcing wank by people scared that their specialist role as 'philosophers' will be blown away. They're scared. No they're not. They bored. By either a) psychedlic casualties or b) academic casaulties.
Use you brain. Simple.
Butcher indeed. And a sissy. Like all bullies.![]()
He concludes:If I question one of my companions, he will explain to me that he is fatigued, of course, but that he loves his fatigue; he gives himself up to it as to a bath; it appears to him in some way as the privileged instrument for discovering the world which surrounds him, for adapting himself to the rocky roughness of the paths, for discovering the “mountainous” quality of the slopes. In the same way it is this slight sunburn on the back of his neck and this slight ringing in his ears which will enable him to realize a direct contact with the sun. Finally the feeling of effort is for him that of fatigue overcome. But as his fatigue is nothing but the passion which he endures so that the dust of the highways, the burning of the sun, the roughness of the roads may exist to the fullest, his effort (i.e. this sweet familiarity with a fatigue which he loves, to which he abandons himself and which nevertheless he himself directs) is given as a way of appropriating the mountain, of suffering it to the end and being victor over it.
These are rather long quotations from Sartre – but I hope they make their point. The central point is (I take it) that mental attitudes are intentional, that is to say, boredom, curiosity, depression, lassitude, perhaps even tiredness (which is part of what Sartre is talking about) imply an orientation or project towards the world as the field for our actions, as inviting us to action. And even our sense of our own bodies may be mediated by a sense of external objects. So Sartre thinks that a sense of fatigue overcome is also a way of appropriating the mountain.Thus my companion’s fatigue is lived in a vaster project of a trusting abandon to nature, or a passion consented to in order that it may exist at full strength, and at the same time a project of sweet mastery and appropriation. It is only through this project that the fatigue will be able to be understood and that it will have meaning for him.
It suggests at the same time that a mental state (boredom, perhaps) naturally goes with, and perhaps has to imply dispositions of the body.
That consciousness is intentional is...
Leads onto Merleau-Ponty's argument: That we have a kind of 'bodily intentionality'.


