George asked us all to wrap up the loose ends, so I decided to look up existentialism. It is a philosophy that claims individuals have responsibility for creating their own meaning. So I guess everything is as existential as I think it is, and all those readers who emailed me to point out my flaws can go to hell.
Existentialism came out of the thinking of Kierkegaard and Nietzsche, the latter of whom I always thought was a linebacker for the Green Bay Packers. It rejects the notion that there is absolute meaning in the universe that each of us must discover to get on the same page. Existentialists believe that meaning is what we make it to be. That includes God. My head hurts when I start imagining God as an existentialist. Ouch.
It’s not just a 19th century thing, either. Some more recent authors, such as Philip K. Dick (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep), Michael Szymczyk (Toilet the Novel) and Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club), are considered existential works. Of course, there’s not telling. If I read it and find different meaning, that’s OK. Existentialism allows me to reject existentialism.
OK, now I’m just blathering. The point is moot because a new threat from Evil Spock just materialized. He’s apparently kidnapped another high-ranking government official and convinced a wealthy family of Arab-Americans to become modern stereotypes in his plot to take over the world. That’s the word on the street, at any rate. If you prefer, that can mean anything you want it to.
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