“If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything great or inconsequential; if an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything, what would life be but despair?”
A profound sounding fallacy.>>If an unfathomable, insatiable emptiness lay hid beneath everything then life is still whatever we make of it.
Hey David, its a very poetic statement, so its tough to evaluate in a strict way. I am open to what you are saying, but my question would be, if an insatiable emptiness lays beneath all of life experience, can we really make life into anything worth living? I am just thinking out loud…