∃ A Life ∀ People s.t. It Is Bullshit
A Too Short Aside
I walked into history class last night, finally comfortable to walk in without trepidation. No due assignment, no exam. Only the promise of pedagogy. Upon an otherwise unused blackboard some anonymous author had written, “Life Is Bullshit,” with lovely attention to craftsmanship.
I won’t pretend to take it seriously, but it’s not a bad pretense for discussion. Just as the cynics among us may find solace in the depravity of life, in the contrast of our expectations and idealizations to our experiences, we are merely dramatic if we don’t acknowledge that it is not, in fact, bullshit, anymore than it is positively sublime. Not any of our attributions will but color our mapping of sensation to cognition. We might as well be complete about it, no?
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