My eyes require Life to let me see.
At work this week, as I looked at my computer screen, I felt like a cat. A cat looking at a compter just before being crushed under a car while crossing the street later in the day. Looking through it's eyes, and suddenly OFF. Lifeless and semi-integrated into the asphalt. I felt that at any moment, someone would switch me off and the computer screen in front of me would disappear, like everything else.
A sudden pang of consiousness of the fragility of life hit me.
"Auschwitz begins when one looks and a slaughterhouse and says 'They're just animals'", said Adorno somewhere.
I looked at peoples faces in the metro, one face after the other. Pairs of eyes, like mine earlier on in the day, like those of the hypothetical cat.
I suspect at times that I've never really been convinced by communism, and that my affinity to it is somewhat Pascalian. Humanism as an antidote to Nihilism, humansim the ultimate denial.
A sudden pang of consiousness of the fragility of life hit me.
"Auschwitz begins when one looks and a slaughterhouse and says 'They're just animals'", said Adorno somewhere.
I looked at peoples faces in the metro, one face after the other. Pairs of eyes, like mine earlier on in the day, like those of the hypothetical cat.
I suspect at times that I've never really been convinced by communism, and that my affinity to it is somewhat Pascalian. Humanism as an antidote to Nihilism, humansim the ultimate denial.