Monday, 18 September 2017
Karl Ove Knausgaard: Autumn
The world is material. We are always in a certain place. Now I am here.
What makes life worth living? No child asks itself that question. To children life is self-evident. Life goes without saying: whether it is good or bad makes no difference. This is because children don’t see the world, don’t observe the world, don’t contemplate the world, but are so deeply immersed in the world that they don’t distinguish between it and their own selves. Not until that happens, until a distance appears between what they are and what the world is, does the question arise: what makes life worth living?
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Autumn,
Karl Ove Knausgaard,
Norway
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