
The meaning of life is that it stops.
–Franz Kafka (1883 โ 1924)
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My pleasure, Ben.
I like Kafka, but…
But what, Mitch? ๐ค
All best,
David
But I don’t agree with him. My understanding of the meaning of life, an explanation that is nearly as brief as Kafka’s but says virtually the opposite, is found in John 17:3. As an atheist-turned-agnostic in my mid-20s it started me on the journey that has defined me.
I do, however, appreciate the subtextual implications in Kafka’s statement, that grappling with the fact we’re going to die should determine the way we live.
Interesting. Thanks for sharing, Mitch ๐
Yes, it stops when you go for a long sleep.
Exactly.
Take care David.๐
Birth: the leading cause of death.
๐ yep ๐
Profound on many different levels; that’s Kafka in a nutshell.
Imagine what a blog by Kafka would have looked like!
I shudder to think, David. LOL
Shavuah Tov v’Chodesh Tov!
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Whoa… this is actually too deep for me to comprehend at this moment.
you can just ignore it too ๐
๐๐คฃ maybe that’s what my mind is trying to do. :))
๐ Lia ๐
Wow David…. NO WORDS ….. YET.
Is there a sequel?
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Happy Sunday, Sabbath!
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A sequel to what, Cindy? ๐
life… it just continues in another form, that’s all.
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