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Cumartesi, Waiting for Godot (Beckett) ve The Doors of Perception (Huxley)'ı okudum.

Waiting for Godot'yu Ros and Guil are Dead'e çok benzettim. Okurken hep o geldi aklıma.
Neden Godot? Neden Gogo ve Didi? Pozzo ve Lucky'nin olayını anlamadım ama Estragon Lucky'ydi ve Vladimir Pozzo'ydu bence. Ve existentialist yazılar beni üzdüğü için, şimdilik bunun hakkında bu kadar.

The Doors of Perception'dan da seçmeceler:

"We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies - all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
Most island universes are sufficiently like one another to permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or 'feeling into'. Thus remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, can put ourselves (always, of couse, in a slightly Pickwickian sense) in their places. But in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even non-existent. The mind is its own place [...]. Words are uttered, but fail to enlighten. The things and events to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of experience.
To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift." (Pickwickian sense derken?)

"Successfully (whatever that may mean) or unsuccessfully, we all overact the part of our favorite character in fiction."

"The sum of evil, Pascal remarked, would be much diminished if men could only learn to sit quietly in their rooms. The contemplative whose perception has been cleansed does not have to stay in his room. He can go about his business, so completely satisfied to see and be a part of the divine Order of Things that he will never even be tempted to indulge in what Traherne called 'the dirty Devices of the world.' When we feel ourselves to be sole heirs of the universe, when 'the sea flows in our veins...and the stars are our jewels,' when all things are perceived as infinite and holy, what motive can we have for covetousness or self-assertion, for the pursuit of power or the drearier forms of pleasure?" (Bunu okur okumaz, eskiden güvendiğim birine nasıl ben öldüğümde benim için bir yıldız seçilmesini istediğimi ve o yıldıza baktıkça hatırlanmak istediğimi söylediğimi hatırladım. Egotismimin ve self-aggravated separatenessımın daha güzel bir kanıtı olabilir mi? Oysa we are the 'sole heirs of the universe'. )

"The whole is disorganized. But each individual fragment is in order, is a representative of a Higher Order. The Higher Order prevails even in the disintegration. The totality is present even in the broken pieces. More clearly present, perhaps, than in a completely coherent work. At least you aren't lulled into a sense of false security by some merely human, merely fabricated order. You have to rely on your immediate perception of the ultimate order."

"In theological language, this fear is due to the incompatibility between man's egotism and the divine purity, between man's self-aggravated separateness and the infinity of God. Following Boehme and William Law, we may say that, by unregenerate souls, the divine Light at its full blaze can be apprehended only as a burning, purgatorial fire. An almost identical doctrine is to be found in The Tibetan Book of the Dead, where the departed soul is described as shrinking in agony from the Clear Light of the Void, and even from the lesser, tempered Lights, in order to rush headlong into the comforting darkness of self-hood as a reborn human being, or even as a beast, an unhappy ghost, a denizen of hell. Anything rather than the burning brightness of unmitigated Reality - anything!"

"Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be."
-Aldous Huxley