I recently read (at my mother's request - thanks mom!) that Sartre was a lonely, only child who resorted to reading to 'fill his life.' From books, Sartre learned about the world, but he was also self-aware enough to note that books are ordered and systematic, while the real world, especially in Sartre's view, is disorganized and chaotic. Apparently, he spent thirty years overcoming the idealistic view of life that he learned from reading.
As a reader and a writer I have to wonder about this.
I believe that writing informs our lives and our decisions more than any other method of transferring information. Even the news has some sort of 'order' and organization in how it is presented to us. It starts out as print after all.
Are we expecting too much from life? More reason and sense than it can provide? Are we destined to be annoyed, irritated and disappointed?
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Interesting. Thanks for sharing this -- I must go and find out more. :)
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