Now I Know What I AmMany years ago, in a restaurant with my friends, we discussed philosophy.
At some point, one of my friends exclaimed "Well, you're an existentialist!".
My older brother was a student at a Jesuit college when I was a pre-teen. I'd tear through his library. Dostoevsky, Turgenev, Sartre.
Copernicus, Golding, Salinger.
Those authors, and many more, steeped in me, and bloomed.
Decades later, it took a health crisis to bring the fruit.
I'm just sticking my toe in the water of this group for now.
A friend here (precious & wonderful) clued me in about it's existence.
Stories are percolating.
angsty 61-65, F 4 Responses 0 Aug 20, 2011