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10 Apr 11
Originally posted by Seitse"In The Vitality of Death, Peter Koestenbaum explains that “death is our drastic limit, our sharpest reminder of man’s finitude…but it also leads to courage, strength, integrity, and makes clear what our genuine values really are.”2 For Heidegger, death is the end of our life story, and this characteristic end is what propels us toward our own end—conceiving it as the ultimate end, life becomes so much more valuable. Can we look at our own death in such an empowering way? Is it possible that the life we live now is more important than the death inevitably coming?"
Well?
http://www.gonzaga.edu/student+life/get+involved/student-media/charter/2007-2008-2/default1.asp
10 Apr 11
Originally posted by JS357Death is only nature's way of telling you to slow down.
"In The Vitality of Death, Peter Koestenbaum explains that “death is our drastic limit, our sharpest reminder of man’s finitude…but it also leads to courage, strength, integrity, and makes clear what our genuine values really are.” For Heidegger, death is the end of our life story, and this characteristic end is what propels us toward our own end—conceiving it ...[text shortened]... ttp://www.gonzaga.edu/student+life/get+involved/student-media/charter/2007-2008-2/default1.asp
11 Apr 11
Originally posted by Dowardkierkegaard was staying with bertrand russel at some point. once, in the middle of the night, bertrand woke up hearing some weird noise. it came from kierkegaard's room, and bertrand decided to investigate.
read Kirkagaard
he found kierkegaard in his room, pacing feverishly back and forth, ripping his hair off in a fit of desperate anxiety.
"søren, dear friend, what on earth are you doing? are you torturing youself with your sins, or god's?"
kierkegaard stops dead in his tracks, and stares at bertrand like he was mad for asking such a question. then shrieks at him: "WHAT DIFFERENCE DO THEY HAVE!?!"
11 Apr 11
Originally posted by wormwoodlol
kierkegaard was staying with bertrand russel at some point. once, in the middle of the night, bertrand woke up hearing some weird noise. it came from kierkegaard's room, and bertrand decided to investigate.
he found kierkegaard in his room, pacing feverishly back and forth, ripping his hair off in a fit of desperate anxiety.
"søren, dear friend, what ...[text shortened]... was mad for asking such a question. then shrieks at him: "WHAT DIFFERENCE DO THEY HAVE!?!"