(Incomplete Essay)
There comes a time in every life when Man has to put aside all emotional links and take a diverse route from reality, often to a place of solitude where alienation from human life forms is dominant...
...A world by itself that shuts out everything and everybody.
...A place where loneliness is a comfort and a blessing.
...A time when the end is near and fast approaching...
A tiny universe within man's own grasp, where all in existence is controlled by the one individual. That awesome feeling of power in desertion...to be the sole survivor in a practical nowhere.
"My perfect Utopia" I once called it. To be able to live away from mankind... To live alone... "Live without expectations to die without disappointments" was my adage. Living amongst a million beating hearts - some warm,some stone cold - can only bring unwanted emotions to Life.
Polish author Joseph Conrad spent nearly 20 years "blowing like a leaf in the wind" when he was a sailor. "Perhaps he was a bird that had never had a nest." But like Conrad, I do have a profound mistrust of Life simply because everything under the sun has a shadow.
Attempting to conform in this regenerate civilisation can only be futile. Why even bother? Conformity...status quo...these are just words echoing emptiness. Meursault didn't bother with it...he was executed. Maybe if I pretend really hard, everyone will just leave me alone in my solitude.
But this untimely pasiveness that others misinterpret as easily won submission, will undoubtedly create turmoil. That quiet passiveness; merely a means to reflect and invoke mental order in oneself, can only grow into a mighty weapon.
Man's greatest weapon is his mind. If he can truly control is own mind, then will he be considered very powerful. As to the validity and precision of my statement, only personal experience can be the basis of judgement.
Conrad's philosophy of detachment - to be aloof of everything and everybody, isn't what Life is all about. But then again, WHAT is Life all about? Why not be detached forever if that is what I want? Is there some Supreme Force that will damn my soul if i aspire to be a hermit?
Meditation...Innocence...Dreams...are all of these to be lost for the sake of mankind's urge for companionship? If I do surrender myself to aloofness, will I then have to expect Camus' "Enlightenment" chapter?
"Metro...boulot...dodo..." Everyday it's the same thing... Carrying on a life of meaningless existence. It's like living in the desert where there is no oasis, but as miraculous as it may seem, we survive... like the Joshua Tree.
The individuals in society refuse to add meaning to Life. How do we explain to society that everything they believe in, exists only in concept?
How can they accept the fact that Time for instance, is non-existent because it's only a concept?
...A world by itself that shuts out everything and everybody.
...A place where loneliness is a comfort and a blessing.
...A time when the end is near and fast approaching...
A tiny universe within man's own grasp, where all in existence is controlled by the one individual. That awesome feeling of power in desertion...to be the sole survivor in a practical nowhere.
"My perfect Utopia" I once called it. To be able to live away from mankind... To live alone... "Live without expectations to die without disappointments" was my adage. Living amongst a million beating hearts - some warm,some stone cold - can only bring unwanted emotions to Life.
Polish author Joseph Conrad spent nearly 20 years "blowing like a leaf in the wind" when he was a sailor. "Perhaps he was a bird that had never had a nest." But like Conrad, I do have a profound mistrust of Life simply because everything under the sun has a shadow.
Attempting to conform in this regenerate civilisation can only be futile. Why even bother? Conformity...status quo...these are just words echoing emptiness. Meursault didn't bother with it...he was executed. Maybe if I pretend really hard, everyone will just leave me alone in my solitude.
But this untimely pasiveness that others misinterpret as easily won submission, will undoubtedly create turmoil. That quiet passiveness; merely a means to reflect and invoke mental order in oneself, can only grow into a mighty weapon.
Man's greatest weapon is his mind. If he can truly control is own mind, then will he be considered very powerful. As to the validity and precision of my statement, only personal experience can be the basis of judgement.
Conrad's philosophy of detachment - to be aloof of everything and everybody, isn't what Life is all about. But then again, WHAT is Life all about? Why not be detached forever if that is what I want? Is there some Supreme Force that will damn my soul if i aspire to be a hermit?
Meditation...Innocence...Dreams...are all of these to be lost for the sake of mankind's urge for companionship? If I do surrender myself to aloofness, will I then have to expect Camus' "Enlightenment" chapter?
"Metro...boulot...dodo..." Everyday it's the same thing... Carrying on a life of meaningless existence. It's like living in the desert where there is no oasis, but as miraculous as it may seem, we survive... like the Joshua Tree.
The individuals in society refuse to add meaning to Life. How do we explain to society that everything they believe in, exists only in concept?
How can they accept the fact that Time for instance, is non-existent because it's only a concept?
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