“‘…or not to be'” / Memorable Fancies #1690

[“I am beginning to be tired of not being.” – Andre Gide] Other people ARE; so why not ME? I’ve had enough of this WAIT WAIT – those PROMISES – although what might happen after WAIT WAIT might not be so – PLEASANT. [Click ‘Random Post’ above – be astonished] … [Read more...]

“The Embarrassment of Existence” / Memorable Fancies #1656

[“To exist is always a somewhat embarrassing situation.” – Kierkegaard] I’m looking around nervously, as if I’d entered a restaurant naked where everyone else was fully clothed. There are people here who exist, and they don’t seem to be embarrassed by it at all. They’re drinking coffee at the next table, relaxed and chatting. I’m reassured, somewhat, since no one has pointed at me and laughed or screamed. But it’s difficult for me to accept that other people exist ... or why. [There's a … [Read more...]

“The Final Curse” / Memorable Fancies #720

     The final curse: “In a few decades the world will have healed itself of you. Nothing will bear your imprint. The last musty record will have fallen into dust. All that you’ve done, all that you were, will be utterly destroyed in the corrosion of time. You will never have existed.      This curse, too, will then disappear.” <END> THE FRIDAY PITCH If you liked this post, please tell your friends and share a comment here, in Facebook, or on other social … [Read more...]

“ ‘Why is there something, rather than nothing?’ ” / A Memorable Fancy #404

Robert Morgan saw seven new titles in the university library on that subject, and 15 older ones as well. Having just been laid off as Assistant Professor of Physics he had time to look through all of them; and so he did. After a month of head-spinning study, having found nothing like a satisfactory answer, it occurred to Robert that the question itself must somehow be wrong: irrelevant, meaningless, or an answer would already have been found. The question “Why is there something, rather … [Read more...]

A Memorable Fancy #204: Song of the Night

Hear the song of the night? Shrill, short cries come from the garden — the veranda — the kitchen — the bedroom. They are all different and all alike, these cries. They may clamor fright, or pain, or even love, or utter without motive, expressing nothing, indicating only the existence, position, and motion of each being, its signal to the world that it is there. Punctuating the anonymous night, this one cries “Here am I!” and the other replies “Here am I! This is where the world is.” May the … [Read more...]