Today was the first day I felt bored at a
point during the circle discussion. I
hope in the future we do not concern ourselves with starting a foundation to
establish what we have established. I felt like the conversation was one of
those wooden dolls that can be torn in half again and again until there’s a
solid lump of a doll. Except there was no solid doll.
At the end of class Thad said/asked
something along the lines of, “So you all have an idea of what to write in your
blogs in response to today’s discussion(?/.) I don’t know. Do I? How many words
am I at?
…
So the meaning of life.
The meaning of life is the cliché deep
question. Maybe I should bring my black turtleneck shirt to class next time.
I wanted to talk about more. I felt like
The Myth of Sisyphus excerpt we read had enough thoughts inside of it to fuel
more than one question, even though it was
focused on life. After rereading it (again) I still have questions. Please
answer it in the comment question. What was Camus’s point when talking about
the universe of an emotion, and about understanding feelings practically? And his comparison to understanding
a man through his behavior. I’m not asking you to tell me what he said. I know
what he wrote. I can practically recite it by now, I just don’t feel it. If you’re
looking for it, it’s at the beginning of the new section on page 190. Is it
just the simple concept – like I am feeling right now – how I know the passage,
I know the words and what they mean, but I can’t feel it. So I can’t fully
experience it? Or did I answer my question and I am experiencing it?
Maybe I'm a pyscho.
Qu'est Que C'est?
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