When I am gearing into the world practically, in an absorbed way, things present themselves as meaningfully co-ordinated with the projects in which I am engaged; they show me the face that is relevant to what I am doing. But the connection between these meanings and my projects is not itself something that I experience. Rather, the pen's usefulness, its value as a pen, appears simply to belong to it in the same way that its weight or color does. In the mood of anxiety, however, I see the absurd.
When I am gearing into the world practically, in an absorbed way, things present themselves as meaningfully co-ordinated with the projects in which I am engaged; they show me the face that is relevant to what I am doing. But the connection between these meanings and my projects is not itself something that I experience. Rather, the pen's usefulness, its value as a pen, appears simply to belong to it in the same way that its weight or color does. In the mood of anxiety, however, I see the absurd.
AlgeKalipso 1 year ago
haha, good luck sleeping on that shit!
good stuff
drumrjln 2 years ago