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Elbert 2023-09-17 20:34:02
No matter what class, what age or occupation is deeply in the whirlpool, lost and unable to extricate themselves! Fortunately, we have love and a silver...
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Alyson 2023-09-16 01:09:25
Still going around these people, Susan is getting old. . ....
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Abby 2023-09-04 11:54:19
A middle-aged man who cheated on him hung up the phone and sighed in the cold wind of the morning. An elderly man who returned home had an accident with flowers for his wife. A young man who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time completed his coming-of-age ceremony. About love, some people betray, some hold on, some are curious, is this city a ruin or a paradise? Some people use drugs to achieve detachment, some people use self-mutilation to prove their existence, some people use...
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Vivianne 2023-09-01 23:48:04
People are lonely most of the time there's nothing wrong with being...
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Rosetta 2023-08-17 18:18:46
Good movie I don't understand why the ratings are low The nihilistic relationship between people and people in modern life is twisted with despair and hope The relationship is so close but so...
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Pete 2023-08-16 11:01:42
Once the subconscious becomes inertia, insensitivity is inevitable. Of course, there is also a sense of insensitivity, not only dullness, but also insensitivity. This involves more realistic situations, such as identity, status and interests, which is another matter, and has nothing to do with the dull will conveyed by the...
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Barrett 2023-08-10 23:27:11
The script is too bland is nothing more than the truth that all living beings...
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Paris 2023-08-01 16:38:36
The soul of the whole article is the words of the...
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Dagmar 2023-07-23 17:38:55
We are always aware of love, and we always know what we want most and who we love most after important events... I envy the professor's love for his wife. The professor insists on sending flowers to his wife every Friday, insisting on for over 40 years. The wife also understands his overtone "cabbage, I planted...
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Phyllis 2023-07-05 08:29:10
Negative emotions are easier to move me, and the professor wants me to applaud every...
Anesthesia Comments
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Kari 2022-09-04 17:19:41
we are beautifully, finally, achingly, alone.
The professor's last words, some of which can be used as his latest reflections.
The previous interpersonal communication using the metaphor of "elephant" was responded by a female student showing traces of burning herself with a curling iron in order to obtain "focus". On the one hand, she hated... -
Madisyn 2022-09-04 20:27:27
There's always someone not for this world.
The world has just become…so inhuman. Everyone's plugged in. Blindingly inarticulate. Obsessed with money, their careers. Stupidly, arrogantly content. I can't talk to them. I fight them. I want to destroy them, even. I crave interaction. I crave it. But you just can't anymore. They pull their...
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Prof. Walter Zarrow: But then, what do all these thinkers we've examined this semester have in common? If we truly explore to find a common thread? At the outset of a century that would constitute the bloodiest in human history. Along with scientific and technological advancements that would literally make us like Gods. Even as we began to dismantle the very meaning of God. They ask, what is a life? Does to live any longer have a how? Does it any longer have a why? Against a backdrop of industrialization, people will contend with alienation, dislocation, population on a mass scale, and murder on a mass scale. They'll consider the constraints of truth. Whether metaphor or paradigm, with many concluding actual truth has never existed. A nexus in the great human saga, when we dared to trade the organizing bliss, of good and evil, right and wrong, as determined by a creator for other opiates: communism, socialism, capitalism, psychology, technology, any learnable system to replace what had begun to evaporate: the 20th century. My own. But also the one into which each of you was born. For many, an era of hope liberation, possibility. For others of abandonment and despair. A most human century in which we begin really to understand that Nietzsche was right: we are beautifully, finally, achingly, alone. In this void, philosophy at its worst becomes self-reflective, linguistic, semantic, relativism having rendered any discussion of right and wrong, good and evil, to be the quaint concerns of another age. At its most provocative, it asks other questions. Those concerned with locating our stranded selves, when meaning seems to have died, nothing less, in short, then 'why do we live at all?' and 'what makes us who we are?' They ask, 'what now?' And we're still asking it. What will fortify us as another century, your century, commences? Do we abandon finally the search for truths that seem ever more elusive, even silly to some? The ethical? The moral? The good? Principles that by definition can never be prove when so much now can be proved? Or is all this finally and forever pointless? Are we done? We can destroy cities, alter the planet irreversibly, speak instantaneously face-to-face from across the globe, create life where there was to be none, even while intoxicating ourselves with it all. And yet, how do we still seek purpose? And where do we hope to find it if we're so busy convincing ourselves there needn't be any? And so we wander, eyes closed to the dark, while technology, science, medicine and godlessness blaze illusions around us, with less to guide us now than ever, seemingly omnipotent, but more human and just as afraid. These quandaries do not end with this course in a week from today. They begin. And I certainly haven't taught these writers for 30 years just so you can drop references to existential thinkers and their antecedents at dinner parties. The crowd is untruth. In an era darkened by the false shade of imperviousness, you and those who pause to question, carry the light. It's been a wonderful 34 years. Let's not be strangers, either to one another, or more importantly, to everything we've learned from one another. May your best years be yet to come. And so for us all.
[all applauding]
Prof. Walter Zarrow: [all cheering] Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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Prof. Walter Zarrow: I used to believe in nothing; now I believe in everything.
