Contemplation of the Absurd

As I have mentioned before and talked about in detail, I am currently reading The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, and she is more known for her philosophy which she incoprates within her works. And as I have mentioned before, I am truly sucked in and obcessed with this book, I think it is brilliant, and I can understand it on such a deeply profound level. I have heard people say before how much they disagree with her philosophy, but I think I really get it, and I do not find it disagreeable.

Then I noticed within the book, there was a little insert, which you could mail in to get more information about Ayn Rand and her philsophy and get writings by her, and information about books and lectures and such, and it said:

If you take the ideas in this book seriously, and want to find out more about Ayn Rand's philosophy write to:

and than it gave the address.

But this made me really think.

Do I take it serirously?

I think it is very profound, and I am truly obserbered within in it, but to say I take it seriously.

I began to complete this and came to a realization of which I have never before given any thought, and it dawned upon me.

I do not think I truly take any indiviudals philiosophy seriously. I do not think I am capable of taking a philosophy seriously.

There are philosophers with him I am drawn, with whom I resepct, whose ideas I agree with, and aspects of which I might take into myself. I find philsophy though provoking, interesting, and I think in many ways the philosopher, wheather I agree with him or her or not, plays an important role.

But when I really think about it, I do not think I can say, I take any of them seriously. I do not mean this as insolence, and it is sharply contridictory to my statement above, I cannot name it or understand it. I do not suspect that any of this makes much sense to any but myself. And it is hard to put in clear words, becasue it is just a general idea and feeling.

I can read, Plato, Socretes, Decartes, Nietzsche, Rand, etc.. with admiration, respect, intrigue, I can find thier words truly profound, be moved by them, see truth in them, feel something within my soul itself.

And there are others I could read, with strong disagreement, but still consider and weigh thier ideas, even knowing I will never be swayed to them.

Yet, when put to the question, do I take them seriously?

I do not know if I can comit to that.

In someways it almost seems as if they are beyond seriouness, though other than I thought in my mind, I do not know how to explain just what I mean by that, it is something that just must simply be understood, or felt.

8:51 PM - 3/24/2008 - post comment

For though All are not able to write books, all conceive themselves able to judge them. ~The Monk

adopt your own virtual pet!