metonymy4u

When someone dies, who is it who leaves? From our perspective it may be the other. But from their perspective, perhaps it is us.

Time seems to mark nothing substantial, which is absurd to contemplate.
Because a sum of nothings is nothing.
So if it doesn’t exist, nothing is possible.
But if time existed, was something, it could be divided, and would be infinitely divisible.
Because anything can be divided, given enough time.
So if time existed, it would be infinite.
But if time were infinite, everything would be impossible, and nothing would exist, which is also absurd.

If you think about it, time really is the strangest phenomenon.
Even if you don’t.

Which makes smart people just people, who use words in ways no one else has.

Different lives, different words. Is your life somehow right, and mine wrong?

I think Sartre is correct: when we ask for advice, we’ve already made a decision. And in the most difficult ones, we are alone.