I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow.

And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.


Jean-Paul Sartre was a French existentialist philosopher, playwright, novelist, screenwriter, political activist, biographer, and literary critic. He was one of the key figures in the philosophy of existentialism, and one of the leading figures in 20th-century French philosophy and Marxism.

Imagination is not an empirical or superadded power of consciousness, it is the whole of consciousness as it realizes its freedom.

I think they do it to pass the time, nothing more. But time is too large, it can’t be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.


If you die, I will lie down beside you and I will stay there until the end, without eating or drinking, you will rot in my arms and I will love you as carcass: for you love nothing if you do not love everything.

We do not judge the people we love.

“It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy ,generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.”

“My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think… and I can’t stop myself from thinking. At this very moment – it’s frightful – if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.”

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“Man is condemned to be free. Condemned because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does.”

How I stumbled over this: I googled “love Lisp” (because I do), and it autocompleted to “love lispector” which lead to the analysis of Clarice Lispector’s short story “Love?”, which contains a bunch of quotes  and references to Sartre. I am richeeeeer! Also: All the info, quotes and images in this post are from the great vastness of the Internet and I have no permission whatsoever to use them.

My thought is me: that’s why I can’t stop. I exist because I think … and I can’t prevent myself from thinking.

now I should start googling existentialism.

If you’re lonely when you’re alone, you’re in bad company.

Look, two black holes colliding/merging:


best the universe has to offer. Existing and all. Making stuff stop existing and shit.


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Einstein sa at han fikk de gode ideene sine fordi han turde å tenke som et barn. For eksempel spurte han seg selv hvordan det ville føles å ri på en lysstråle.

Slipp fantasien løs et lite kvarter eller så, og scroll en tur gjennom all there is:



We have travelled this way before, and there is much to be learned

Is language a human instinct?

Is there a mental language?

Do we think in words, structures, images, shapes, emotions, geometry,…?

If we do in fact think in a language (which I don’t think we do), how is it that children are able to learn a first language?

Why can computers learn syntax and rules way better than us, but are incapable of learning sense?

Go into a random library, pick up a random book, and read a random sentence.
Chances are you will be unable to find that exact same sentence in another book.

Do people who have high syntactical skills think more or deeper than others?
Do our inner monologues affect our feelings and thought patterns?