Low Hanging Fruit

“I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love.

If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.”

~Walt Whitman

The facts of life: death and taxes. The former, a biological fact. The latter, a social one. We live in both of these worlds. But in some ways, the social environment slowly develops out of sheer necessity for survival. We desire children as proxy for our own immortality, protection from external dangers to live our lives as fully as possible, and solidarity in others who will take mercy on us when we’re sick or dying.

But the sheer facts are biological, environmentally contingent. Such and such a society exists due to geography, resources available, population density, necessities, and only later, people’s desire for consumption of surplus products or services.

Homo gaius. Excuse my Latin, it’s probably incorrect or totally wrong.

“look for ME.” The self we believe to be self is non-self. It is Other to self. I think, therefore little else follows. The thinking self reflects nothing but sheer existence unqualified. No essence but that bequeathed by our thrownness: our condition of being thrown into worlds, into social situations, not of our choosing.


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