The reason why men are so anxious to see themselves, instead of being content to be themselves, is that they do not really believe in their own existence. (118)I see that I've written about this before but I have to ask: am I content to be myself, or must I "keep looking in the mirror for reassurance" (119)?
Am I at peace with the idea that I'm a finite human being, or do I busy myself in the hopes that it will make me Real? What is Real, and if I'm not sure I am real, what do I think I lack?
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