The origin of nothingness
" If I, as understanding of a possible as possible, constitute my, I must acknowledge its existence on the goal of my design and it recognized as-self, back there, which I was waiting for me in the future, separated by a nothingness from me. "(Sartre)
Thursday
On my desk is a letter from me addressed to me. Although I know what it was, I open it and read: "forget window cleaning not," I him away and lie will go forth to clean the windows, that reminds me what I am yesterday for a rogue. What does that mean: do not forget to clean the windows? Yesterday I still can not forget to clean the windows. I have very probably thought of as this letter proves, but instead to do it, I have written this letter in order to pass the work on my present self. What I was torn for a dog! But I see through my yesterday's self. Finally, I am still the same as yesterday. So I would expect actually can. Well, sports fan from yesterday, you have not reckoned with the host. I will not clean the windows of course. Instead, I'd rather write a letter to me.
Friday
lies on my table a letter from me addressed to me. On the cover is: open the morning. I must smile. Tomorrow, I think, is surely a clear morning, and open not the letter.
Saturday
lies on my table a letter from me addressed to me. I'll throw him right in the trash - I know what's in it anyway: I will clean the windows. A redundant information at bottom. You have to look so out of the window to see the need for the windows are cleaned. I say this: should - subjunctive, for we can have it too. That is a fact. As necessary as it seems that the windows have to be trimmed, so sure is that you can let it be. I've proved yesterday and the day before. And it is hard to see what I should now get them to clean the windows when I It failed yesterday and the day before. Nothing makes me. I'm still the same. If I ever clean the windows, it is already clear what will be the one that will lead me to this: namely, the bare nothingness. It also says Sartre: The window dressed-do I, which awaits me in the future, with nothing separate from me. None of this has to be activated somehow. I just know not how. But I can remember having in the past already done something, and I know now, it was my inner void that got me into it. Maybe I should just commit to clean the windows. I will fix the time in writing.
Sunday
lies on my table an envelope addressed to me from me. In the envelope there is a contract. It says: "This obligation, my Sunday-I to clean the windows. sign here please. "No, I will not sign. I clean my windows but not on Sunday. I cross out Sunday and Monday writing about it.
Monday
lies on my table a contract drafted by me, I will sign. Well, no one can force me to do so. This is certain. How do I know now, I am the matter of the contract addressed incorrectly. I must of course agree in advance. I just need to adjust the temporal continuity of my self-assertion. This should probably be tomorrow hardly disputed by me. So I put on a new contract.
Tuesday
lies on my table from me a signed contract in which I commit myself to clean the windows on Tuesday. Apparently my yesterday I speculated that I do not deny my temporal continuity. Suppose my yesterday's right. Then I'm going to have to clean my windows for better or worse. As I have said but on the Saturday before, I am when I was cleaning the windows, separated by a nothingness from me. And what is separately can not be continuous. I would by no means as the same one who signed the contract added. So now when I brush my window, I would be completely pointless to do the work of an entirely different. I would be pretty stupid. On top of that other would no longer have the chance to fulfill his contract yet. Since two of us would already look pretty silly from the laundry.
Now one could argue: that which separates me from the other, after all, a nothing, that is not very much. Not very much? Since I can only laugh! This nothing separates at least one hard-working, conscientious people from a rotten piece of that work is moving more and only the next day. How does that! And from such a rotten piece I let me not dictate what I do. This could be the match that!
other hand, if I do not brush the windows, I'm not even separated by a nothingness from me. I'm something of continuously lazy that I can hardly deny that they have signed the contract maximum itself. I'm confused. I do not know what to do.
Wednesday
Nothing happened.
Thursday
I need to write two articles for this evening. Ah, screw that. I now just cleaning the windows.
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