2009年11月16日 星期一

A Serious Question

Life is a small circle. It is so small that sometimes you will actually be surprised by how little you can say about IT.

If there is such a thing we can rightly describe as a progress at all, it will be the achievement inside, the realization that you may attain about yourself, about the limitation of your own ability and capability.

Consciousness is a moral concept. It always comes with an ought, a conception of who one is, something that always comes with a shame, a guilt or a lie.

How to live another day without deceiving yourself? That's a serious question.

8 則留言:

  1. A person who has been exposed to philosophy may deceive himself into thinking that what he cares most about is not being self-deceiving, while what he actually cares about is being perceived as a philosopher who cares most about not being self-deceiving.

    By the way, I know someone who wrote a dissertation on self-deception, and he is the most self-deceiving person I know.

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  2. just stop talking about living another day without deceiving yourself and live another day without deceiving yourself

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  3. 第一次覺得神的話是對的!

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  4. I don't care if willsin, 神 and W.Wong live a self-deceiving life. ;p


    - Nana

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  5. You are writing in a Nietzschean tone!

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  6. 1. People may deceive themselves.

    2. Those who talk about self-deception may be deceiving themselves, too.

    3. Those who talk about people who talk about self-deception may be deceiving themselves, too.

    4. Those who suggest others not talk about self-deception may be deceiving themselves, too.

    5. Talk or not talk about self-deception I think is not an issue.

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  7. "Talk or not talk about self-deception I think is not an issue."

    - It depends. For some people, the more they talk about not being self-deceiving, the more likely that they will think they themselves are not self-deceiving.

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  8. I
    in the end
    one experiences only oneself
    - nietzsche

    II
    there was a child went forth every day
    and the first object he look’d upon
    that object he became
    and that object became part of him for the day
    or a certain part of the day
    or for many years
    or stretching cycles of years
    -whitman
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