Excerpt from Peter Kreeft's new book...

 

SARTRE: Oh, the absurdity of it all! The absurdity! The absurdity! That I exist! Even after I have died, I still exist! How utterly nauseating! It is indeed the nausea of existence itself. There is indeed "no exit" from my own existence! I am in Hell, forever!
       
SOCRATES (to himself): He whines like a sick puppy. He pouts and preens like a bratty teenager. He drowns in the lake of his own verbosity like Narcissus. And yet this man is called a philosopher, a lover of wisdom. He was more popular in his lifetime than any other in his century. (What a century!) Thousands of adoring women flung themselves at him to be abused. I have been here in the Overworld for nearly twenty-four centuries, examining  mankind, as part of their Purgatory and my Heaven, but sometimes I think I shall never understand human nature. 

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Comments

[Roger H.]

I am an eternal Boston Red Sox fan, under a cosmic curse.

I don'tunderstand Kreeft's point here. ;)

[Carl Olson]

Roger: I fear that last year's World Series may have destroyed Dr. Kreeft's entire argument! Perhaps he'll be forced to become a Cub's fan...