On June 24th, the two young people talked about some things. Finally, one young man asked a question, "What is the experience of amnesia?" The other young man said, "Don't you just don't know who you are?"
Hehe. In the eyes of others, not knowing who you are is simply a big problem, and "it's not" is too understated and unacceptable. But for the person with amnesia, the person who doesn't know who he is, everything in this world has lost its meaning, and there is no meaningful difference between the important "it is" and the unimportant "it is". For an intelligent life, this is the destruction of decay.
Once upon a time, another young man said that the greatest significance of philosophy is to teach people to face death peacefully. I also think that how to deal with death is a big question of philosophy. Now, I have to admire the keenness of another young man, who projected his interest in "amnesia" earlier than me. Death is the loss of life, amnesia is the loss of self. Even if none of us can truly and absolutely understand ourselves and understand ourselves, the amnesia in everyone's experience is the loss of the self, the self, and the existence of the subject. The remaining body may still retain the instinct, but this poor instinct, if not taken care of by other beings, will soon disappear with the body.
There is great terror between life and death. Otherwise, the ego is a small boat sailing on the turbulent seas of the world. What does it mean to lose this boat, and even slowly observe the disintegration of this boat, what kind of horror does it have?
To die suddenly, to die with one's self, is better than to watch the self decline slowly, from the whole piece to slowly decompose into several large pieces, then from large pieces to small pieces, small pieces to powder, and finally there is no powder at all. This experience, I should not have the courage to bear. I understand Alice's need to commit suicide when she is still fully conscious. The more dazzling history the ego's edifice has, the more unbearable it is to fade and collapse in a short period of time. This is simply forcing people, unable to close their eyes and unable to escape to accept that their existence is completely denied. "I" spent 50 years and many efforts to achieve the current self, just like this, what I can't do is destroyed as a whole. What tragedy is this?
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