cause
and effect are too elusive. Kierkegaard was leery. on one hand its accurate. on
the other hand, it didn’t seem cause wouldn’t give effect to trivial
correlations. not at all smart enough—to give an example, nor brave enough to
defend the theory, or without doubts enough—to assert—some things are random,
without participation on both variables of the equation. running a risk, of
sounding more than the well can explore. moving forward, he says, “Life
has become a bitter drink to me…”. i run another risk. i must be correct in
selecting words. one might suspect me as one prone to nihilism; nevertheless, i
side with him; life is a sour beverage, if but deeper inquiry, while one asserts,
there isn’t rhyme nor reason. notwithstanding, revisiting cause and effect, as
a universal, we suspect, there in a modicum or more, of what seems apparent—to call
by ‘truth.’ no one is responsible for coming into existence, normally, no one
knows the day of departure. one might ask about the dread of existence, the
bread of anguish, with others wondering if a lack of doubt is passive
acceptance. we are meant to be angry, if life is cause, and response
is effect. “Time stands still and I with it.” this has been a fight with me. i
don’t live by time, afflicted by time, with no escape from time. a thinker, a
true thinker, rivals against contradiction.
