Why oh why do I always become obsessed with the most disturbing of philosophies. It's taken me three years to come to terms with the uncertainties and subjectivism of the Cartesian paradigm, realising that it changed nothing really.
Then the other day I read a brief description of Derrida's deconstructionism. It had me terrified. For the past three days I've been utterly fixated on the notion. I wont bother to explain it, needless to say that it seems to call into question one's most fundamental assumptions about reality. I've been frantically flicking through books on the subject, terrified as I felt my world disintegrating whilst I tried to comprehend the idea.
Needless to say that the notion is largely nonsensical and mystificatory, it isn't one that can be taken seriously by analytic philosophy, and was originally concieved as a form literary analysis. But this is a tale that is all too familiar for me. I really must question why I am studying philosophy. It seems to be a way of affirming my sanity, and the stability of my world, rather than an honest intellectual pursuit. I can not rest till I have devoured every esoteric theory on the fundamentals of existence, and even then I shall return to the same questions again and again, till I finally lose my sanity.
Then the other day I read a brief description of Derrida's deconstructionism. It had me terrified. For the past three days I've been utterly fixated on the notion. I wont bother to explain it, needless to say that it seems to call into question one's most fundamental assumptions about reality. I've been frantically flicking through books on the subject, terrified as I felt my world disintegrating whilst I tried to comprehend the idea.
Needless to say that the notion is largely nonsensical and mystificatory, it isn't one that can be taken seriously by analytic philosophy, and was originally concieved as a form literary analysis. But this is a tale that is all too familiar for me. I really must question why I am studying philosophy. It seems to be a way of affirming my sanity, and the stability of my world, rather than an honest intellectual pursuit. I can not rest till I have devoured every esoteric theory on the fundamentals of existence, and even then I shall return to the same questions again and again, till I finally lose my sanity.