After Finitude by Quentin Meillassoux
The exceptional lucidity and the centrality of argument in Meillassoux’s writing should appeal to analytic as well as continental philosophers, while his critique of fideism will be of interest to anyone preoccupied by the relation between philosophy, theology and religion.
Meillassoux introduces a startlingly novel philosophical alternative to the forced choice between dogmatism and critique. After Finitude proposes a new alliance between philosophy and science and calls for an unequivocal halt to the creeping return of religiosity in contemporary philosophical discourse. (Preface, Alain Badiou)
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Certain conversations never leave my head. They linger in me like traces of smoke after a bonfire is doused with water. They hang onto me like memorial lanterns, constantly parading themselves in front of my weary eyes, demanding to be felt and comprehended until I finally give up the resistance and give in to remembering.
Here is a memory.
I look back to one sunny day in March: by the hall way of the sixth floor of the university, the entire view beneath us glimmered in the light of the noontime sun and the sticky breeze blew me away as in a daydream. Someone was speaking to me but her words came off as indistinct murmur as I went about staring mindlessly at the cumulus clouds over us. She nudged me twice, thrice before I managed to pull myself back to Earth once again. Her voice was intrusive when she burst out her question.
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Once or twice in life we come across certain kinds of films that either bore us to death or strike us with a fresh revelation. For the remainder of time, most of the movies we encounter fall under forgettable nameless categories and we unconsciously consign them to oblivion as soon as we turn off the screen.
Despite the huge number of movies which populate the industry like swarming gadflies today, it is quite rare to find a flower in the midst of the bevy—that is, to find a film which stirs a certain amount of interest in your mind while at the same time, assaults you with heavy questions which you leave you pondering even after the closing credits.
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Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut
Kurt Vonnegut’s absurdist classic Slaughterhouse-Five introduces us to Billy Pilgrim, a man who becomes unstuck in time after he is abducted by aliens from the planet Tralfamadore. In a plot-scrambling display of virtuosity, we follow Pilgrim simultaneously through all phases of his life, concentrating on his (and Vonnegut’s) shattering experience as an American prisoner of war who witnesses the firebombing of Dresden. (Goodreads)
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Time is a resource — and a scarce one at that. They say that when you’re young you have all the time in the world. And when you get older, you will have no time. I feel like I am in the middle of everything that flows through time. I feel like I have all the time that I need but also time slips ever so swiftly the moment I take possession of it. I am lost again, in time.
This is the first time in my entire college experience that I got to take an oral exam. It was intimidating, on my part at least, that I had to sit in front of my professor to answer his questions on Husserlian phenomenology. I managed to pull everything through, though it wasn’t the best possible answer I could have given.
I prefer the written exams. I express myself better in written communication. There is something about writing that makes easier the act of expression, of letting out thoughts. But there is no regret in everything that happened earlier this Tuesday morning. I did what I had to do. Everything that shall fall between my answers and my professor’s impression of them are beyond my control. I shall leave it to time, to God, to fate, to destiny, to the cosmos, the universe, and see what shall happen hereafter.