The Trouble with Being Born by E M Cioran, , available at Book Depository with free delivery worldwide. BOOK REVIEW / Warmth at the art of aphorism: The trouble with being born – E M Cioran, trs Richard Howard: Quartet, pounds Emil Cioran was a Romanian philosopher and essayist, who published works in both Among his best-known works are On the Heights of Despair () and The Trouble with Being Born (). Cioran’s first French book, A Short History of .
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Was boredom unknown to them? This is indeed a question raised by a human, a busy ape. Far from fleeing monotony, animals crave it, and what they most dread is to see it end.
For it ends, only to be replaced by fear, the cause of all activity. Inaction is divine; yet it is against inaction that man has rebelled.
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Man alone, in nature, is incapable of enduring monotony, man alone wants something to happen at all costs — something, anything Thereby he shows himself unworthy of his ancestor: Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born. I pretend interest in what matters nothing to me, I bestir myself mechanically or out of charity, without ever being caught up, without ever being somewhere. You can kill yourself any time you like. Suicide is a positive act.
The Philosopher of Failure: Emil Cioran’s Heights of Despair – Los Angeles Review of Books
I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy. Forty years of a long, a superfluous, labor of verification. Whatever diminishes the kingdom of consciousness and compromises its supremacy. It will never return.
The Trouble with Being Born : E M Cioran :
I suffer from this, and I do not. Everything is unique—and insignificant. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.
A non-citizen, a marginal type, a nothing who wmil only by the excess, by the superabundance of his nothingness. This notion gave me the taste, even the passion for being unproductive: For whom was one to bother, cjoran to what end?
Aith remains to be seen if I have quite freed myself from this certitude, salvation in the absolute, ruin in the immediate. Fear of death is merely the projection into the wwith of a fear which dates back to our first moment of life.
We are reluctant, of course, to treat birth as a scourge: Yet evil, the real evil, is behind, not ahead of us. What escaped Jesus did not escape Buddha: One so intense I am afraid to rejoice in it. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else.
Except for God, if that word ekil have a meaning. It is not their task, we are told. But we must not be surprised if they no longer matter much to us. Just a moment while we sign you in to your Goodreads account.