C'est la vie? or C'est moi?
I'm too leftwing to be right...
I'm too rightwing to be left...
I'm so middle that I'm in the middle of nowhere...
I ask not why am I here, I ask why "here" is here.
Soren Kierkegaard, the 19th century Danish philosopher wondered 'Why was my consent not sought before I was put into this world'. With due apologies to The Bard, if 'all the world's a stage and we are merely actors...' I should then like to have a word with the director.
Why am I venturing into the realm of philosophy and psychology?
Because psychologists never grow old, they always remain Jung ! (Ouch! that must've Freud the brains, eh?)
No, I was engaged in a contemplative retrospection of the past few days ('orrible, I tell you) and that made me wonder what I have so un-succintly put in my poor (pour?) French...
Is this life? or is it just Me?
3 comments:
Tho' it may seem a travesty of justice and cause for disappointment, yes... I have to inform you that I still continue to exist...
Nobody ever did a humor piece on Existentialism, as far as I've read. This is indeed a Modern, Thinking Man's Blog. Keep up the good work.
This place is a virtual smorgasbord of culture, music, intelligence, wit... all rolled into one. Encore, Encore...
Rox the Fox.
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