Jonathan-David Jackson

Kierkegaard can cry out, warn: "If man had no eternal consciousness, if, at the bottom of all things, there were only a wild and seething power producing all things, the great and the futile, in the whirlwind of obscure passions, if the bottomless void that nothing can fill were hidden beneath things, what would life be, if not despair?" This cry is not enough to stop the absurd man. Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable. If, to escape the anguished question: "What would life be?" one must, like the donkey, feed on the roses of illusion, rather than resign oneself to lies, the absurd spirit prefers to adopt Kierkegaard's answer without trembling: "despair." All things considered, a determined soul will always manage.

Kierkegaard can cry out, warn: "If man had no eternal consciousness, if, at the bottom of all things, there were only a wild and seething power producing all things, the great and the futile, in the whirlwind of obscure passions, if the bottomless void that nothing can fill were hidden beneath things, what would life be, if not despair?" This cry is not enough to stop the absurd man. Seeking what is true is not seeking what is desirable. If, to escape the anguished question: "What would life be?" one must, like the donkey, feed on the roses of illusion, rather than resign oneself to lies, the absurd spirit prefers to adopt Kierkegaard's answer without trembling: "despair." All things considered, a determined soul will always manage.

“Some people come to hold false beliefs, not as a result of an investigation of the evidence, but often for deeper, perhaps psychological reasons.”

His hair was full of twigs, and there was a beetle hanging from the side of his head which would have interested Gussie Fink-Nottle. To this, however, I paid scant attention. There is a time for studying beetles and a time for not studying beetles.