Meditations on First Foolosophy - First Meditation
Part 3 - Desert Cries
But why do I always seem to yearn for it? The picturesque image of sharing everything, sending my diaries to you like what Kafka did with Jesenska. Is it just fundamental human desire to have their stories be known to someone, anyone? Perhaps we truly fear dying alone, unknown, in the universe so incredibly vast and empty. We spend our whole lives trying to make a mark, a dent in the fabric of the universe while in reality we are merely screaming in nameless desert, our voices run dry before the stars could even hear our cries.
Perhaps only in relationships, by asymptotically zeroing our distance, that we can hope to have a real chance in leaving a permanent mark, or at least the illusion of it. We thirst for consequence outside our own mental world. If we cannot be consequential in the physical world, we can strive to be significant in the psychological world of others. The cause of our fundamental desire to be understood is the inherent angst against the transient nature of existence.