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Philosophy Test Today. This "Meaning of Life" question -- is that essay or true-false?

Jean-Paul Sartre

"Ever feel like even when you're barking at something you're still barking at nothing?"

"My feeling is that while we should have the deepest respect for reality, we should not let it control our lives."

"After spending thirty years creating models of early universe formation, I began to suspect that my work didn't make a shred of difference."

Lost and Profound.

"I'm starting to prefer the ones who don't believe in me."

Welcome to ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? Theatre

Waiting Room For Godot.

Religion, This End Up

The question is, where does want to go for a walk end and need to go for a walk begin? Existentialist dogs.

He dies at the end. There, I've spoiled every story ever written. Whether it's a person, a quest, ennui, a dream, a struggle, hope, despair, innocence, cynicism, a romance, a friendship, or an estrangement

'I don't think therefore I'm not.'

Virtural Dialogues: Simone DeBeauvoir & Jean-Paul Sartre.

Last Real Tough-Minded Thinking for 200 Miles

That Pesky 'Why' Chromosome.

Some owls aren't content just knowing who.

A tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it.

"I think once Qadyn is exposed to other 7-year-old nihilists, he’ll really start to blossom."

"If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to hear it — who cares?!"

"What do you mean I ask too many questions?"

"Here I am, Mother, gainfully and meaningfully employed, and all you can do is criticize."

The human race. When did I lose it?

'Oh yes we definitely move on to another place when we leave this realm...'

Berkeley Webcams

"I guess I can’t prove I exist either."

"And where did you come from?"

'Very interesting. How many bird calls do you know?'

Hamlet, Chicken of Denmark: 'to cross, or not to cross'

Philosophy department office with boxes on desk reading; 'In', 'out' and 'why are we here?'

Later that night, Tim crept into Andy's cave and coconutted him to death.

Waiting for Godot, Summer of '96; They Do Not Move.

'The Question'

"When I ask you what you're thinking about and you say 'Nothing', is that 'nothing' as in the Infinite Void, the emptiness of Zen, the nothingness of Sartre and Lacan, ex nihilo nihil fit, or what?"

Forcibly removed from his home and his personal life ruptured, the appendix hitchhikes across america, searching for his purpose.