How do I explain this sensation, the unreality of having a body, with all its drives, wants and needs? Combined with a consciousness that is infinite in its complexity. I am stranger to my own two hands, foreign appendages that mock me, my alienation and the impregnation of existence itself.
Nice post, DF. We all feel the crushing weight of this reality sometimes (hopefully not all the time). If you havn't read Cioran (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Cioran ), you might enjoy his pessimistic Short History of Decay which explores similar themes: https://rava.ge/files/decay.pdf
Love me some Cioran, I remember bringing a copy of A Short History of Decay to a minor league ball game in my early 20s. That explains a lot! Thanks for reading and for the recommendation.
Nice post, DF. We all feel the crushing weight of this reality sometimes (hopefully not all the time). If you havn't read Cioran (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emil_Cioran ), you might enjoy his pessimistic Short History of Decay which explores similar themes: https://rava.ge/files/decay.pdf
Love me some Cioran, I remember bringing a copy of A Short History of Decay to a minor league ball game in my early 20s. That explains a lot! Thanks for reading and for the recommendation.