Existentialism is a philosophy that existence precedes essence. We are just here; there is no reason. Our task in life is to find a purpose for being here.
Comme j'ai déjà dit, Simone, la vie est absurde! Il est absurd que nous sommés nés, et il est absurd que nous mourrons! On doit réaliser qu'il un dieu manque!
Contre la nausée, on doit réaliser les chemins au liberté. On doit décider. on est condamné d'être libre!
For those who do not know French, I have a series of quotes and titles of novels in this dialogue. "As I have said, Simone (de Beauvoir), life is absurd! It is absurd that we are born, it is absurd that we die. One should realize that we lack a god. Against the nausea, one must realize the roads to freedom. One should decide; one is condemned to be free.
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Approximately three weeks after the death and cremation of the master of existentialism, Jean-Paul Sartre, I encountered my first real experience of existential nausea. At the time I participated in the campus radio station, then WDFM (now WPSU), and on the morning of Friday, 9 May 1980, the station received an album of a group called "Flash in the Pan". I was the one who marked these albums as the property of the station, a task I fulfilled from February 1980-February 1982. One song from this album, called "Lights in the Night", sounded like the quintessence of existential nausea. I will repeat the lyrics here. Existential nausea means that one has realized that there is no purpose to life. It is a sickening feeling that existence is absurd.
I was really into skteching at the time, and that evening I sketched fruit on my bed. I hope to place them here. I felt so useless, and the recession didn't help my prospects of finding a job that summer.
Consequently, I spent that summer finishing my two bachelor degrees -- fortunately I was going to graduate school -- and patiently waiting for the sadness to pass. The bad treatment I received convinced me to vote against the administration, only to help indirectly put in an administration which would prove ruinous to me.
"Lights in the Night" Flash in the Pan (complete lyrics)
Sitting in the kitchen, coffee on the boil
Staring at the bacon, goodbye olive oil!
Thinking of the feeling, have another smoke
I've got money in my pocket, but I'm feeling broke.
Tried to read a paper, tried to read a book
Walking on a circle, hanging on a hook
Talking to the ceiling, feeling kind of ill
If the radio doesn't get me, the TV will!
Lights
Shining bright
What's it like
In the light?
Come down,
Lights in the night
Come down,
Lights in the night
Standing by the window, balance on the brink
Kiss another bottle, think another drink
Throw away the feeling, throw away the pill
If the bottle doesn't get me, the thinking will!
Lights
Shining bright
What's it like
In the light?
Come down,
Lights in the night
It's easy to believe
Lights in the night
My sign, Cancer,the crab
Praesepe, the Beehive in the center of cancer
about 177 parsecs away
Here's a self portrait about the same time. The mirror has two faces!
What do I look like now? Wouldn't you like to know!
Unfortunately, I don't have the freckles, cleft and gelasins. Look below for another fantasy.
When I was in the MBA Program at Penn State, about half the men decided to grow beards. In April 1983, I decided to sketch myself in a mirror (like above). Just call me Captain Bud(dy Best)! Does anyone have a captain's cap?
Yes, I drew all these sketches!
Tu Es Partout Édith Piaf Nous nous aimions bien tendrementComme s'aiment tous les amantsEt puis un jour tu m'as quittéeDepuis je suis desesperéeJe te vois partout dans le cielJe te vois partout sur la terreTu es ma joie et mon soleilMa nuit, mes jours, mes aubes claires ChorusTu es partout car tu es dans mon coeurTu es partout car tu es mon bonheurToutes les choses qui sont autour de moiMême la vie ne represente que toiDes fois je rêve que je suis dans tes brasEt qu'à l'oreille tu me parles tout basTu dis des choses qui font fermer les yeuxEt moi je trouve ça merveilleux Peut-être un jour tu reviendrasJe sais que mon coeur t'attendraTu ne pourras pas oublierLes jours que nous avons passésMes yeux te cherchent sans arrêtÉcoute bien mon coeur t'appelleNous pourrons si bien nous aimerTu verras la vie sera belle Chorus
Find that purpose, that reason for living!
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