It just occurred to me that one is fundamentally unable to react to the fact of existence so one attempts throughout their lives to confess about this most guilty inability through things like "love", "achievement" and so on. What therefore, is sociability, and the great pantheism of this orientation in our acting lives? Why, it is the nice nicotine where the strange sufferingness in the need for an exploration for such a reaction finds its best solution. What do I mean? It submerges the problem of the itch to come to terms with the question of who i am under the wonderful intensity of fellow feeling that means that "not I" can no longer perceive "I", and more importantly, that it is therefore NOT NECESSARY and morally wrong to preach otherwise. So much for the modern institution of sociability - the modern replacement for religion (and very economically efficient too!)
What about achievement? It is again, an effective act of confession in the feeling that one has therefore suffered enough to warrant the indecency of one's allocating oneself the privilege of a description. And of course, crude as it is (beyond pragmatic need - i am speaking of pride here) everyone wants, begs for a description, even though he knows he does not deserve it unless others give it to him, that poor humble idiot, who fights for his dignity.
How terrible indeed to be a thing as well as to be!
Note that i'm talking about institutionalization that remains the post primary driving force that partially structures our understanding of our actions, and their developments into instinct. I am not developing a cynical, bitter theory of single motivations, although, then again, I might be.
Damn, this looks like psychologic dualism!
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