Status Updates From El mito de Sísifo

one must imagine themselves as literate enough to read this

“Of whom and of what indeed can I say: ‘I know that!’ This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers.”

bezbrižno jutarnje čitanje <3

Kind of excessively wordy/overly academic for my taste but makes sense for its time and genre, and the message slaps

I'm so perplexed, and many of the philosophical references go straight in one ear and out the other, but alas, I must prevail and get through this to get it off my currently reading list. Maybe this is something I'll return to and understand fully once I get deeper down the Philo-Lit pipeline in a decade or so.