A human among humans

This is my inspiration when things get a bit tough. When all I want to do is hide away from the world.

Husserl has restored to things their horror and their charm. He has restored to us the world of artists and prophets: frightening, hostile, dangerous, and with it's havens of mercy and love. He has cleared the way for a new treaties on the passions that would be inspired by this simply truth, so utterly ignored by the refined among us: If we love a woman, it is because she is lovable. We are delivered from Proust.

We are likewise delivered from the 'internal life': in vain would we seek the caresses and fondlings of our intimate selves, like Amiel, or like a child who kisses his own shoulder- for everything is finally outside: everything, even ourselves. Outside, in the world, among others. It is not in some hiding-place that we will discover ourselves; it is on the road, it the town, in the midst of the crowd, a thing among things, a human among humans.

-Jean Paul Sartre

Comments

Ms. Chapatti said…

WOW!!
I love the last line-"a thing among things, human among humans"

September 26, 2010 at 7:41 PM

Kiki said…

:) thank you, that helped me a lot :)

cuddles

September 26, 2010 at 11:56 PM

Mary Grace said…

Hang on in there! You are not alone.

PS: I heart Sartre.

September 29, 2010 at 5:36 AM

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