One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Is Happiness Impossible for One?

I've always thought Nathaniel Hawthorne had it pegged: "Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you."


Anyway, still plowing through Barnes' Levels of Life. OK, but not as good as the last one I read, i.e. The Sense of an Ending.

Agreed: Subjectivity is Truth. But I can't agree with Barnes' (or Barnes' narrator) on the essence of happiness. Here's his griefstruck narrator's take:

You ask yourself: what happiness is there in just the memory of happiness? And how in any case might that work, given that happiness has only ever consisted of something shared? Solitary happiness -- it sounds like a contradiction in terms, an implausible contraption that will never get off the ground.

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