Saturday, June 12, 2004
(I think) I am wiser after I finished reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera. I, personally, have always been scared of eternal return. Not as in the return to a new life but the "that everything recurs as we once experienced it, and that the recurrence itself recurs ad infinitum." Now that is scary. To be doing the same tedious task, over and over and over. That has weight unlike if it only occurred once, it is light and weighs almost nothing. (Einmal ist keinmal.) Then the tedious task is nothing but a hurdle we must jump. But if eternal return is in fact true then after a while your legs will tire and you would probably fall but of course you won't because you'd still be doing the same dreary chore. That is something I fear but can never know for certain if it is true.
Then why fear it? Because I fear the unknown. Don't we all live our lives in search of the truth? I live for knowledge. But true knowledge is knowing that you know nothing. You can never be certain of anything but of yourself (and even that at times is tricky). You can have faith and confidence but that is different from actual certainty. Something that has weight. That's what I search for.
So if you don't have certainty about anything but of yourself then is Love the only real truth? It is abstract and has no shape, form, or substance but it is there. And you know this to be true because "Man is the measure of all things; of what is, that it is; of what is not, that it is not." How can this weightless entity weigh more than anything else in our lives?
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