Came across this neat little idea on the internet
while researching a bit on the introduction to Sartre’s Being and Nothingness (okay, I was looking for help understanding
what the hell I just read 20 pages of)
To paraphrase what I heard …
Consciousness is like a hole in a wall. It’s an
absence, a void, a bit of nothingness – until something moves behind the wall,
past the hole. Then you can see it. You can grasp it. Rather, this thing called
consciousness does.
Still not sure I grasp it. But I like it.
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