sartre and camus
Existentialism is depressing. I'm glad that I look not into other people's eyes to find myself, but into the eyes of the Lord and see Christ. It amazes me yet again that the more we seek to lose ourselves in Him, the more our true selves we become. I was made to be me, but I can only be me in Him.

1 Comments:
At 2:12 PM,
Anonymous said…
I rather like the fellow myself. Whatever his philosophical hang-ups, the man could write.
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