"I have been given a unique role to play on this earth:
given to me by a life filled with sickness, ill-starred
circumstances and my profession as an artist. It is a life that
contains nothing that resembles happiness, and moreover does
not even desire happiness."
Edvard Munch
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
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If your life never had anything you called happiness, how would you know anything about it?
yeah, this dude had a rough go at it. in and out of hospitals. he never knew happiness by the sounds of it. look him up. tragic.
Knowing happiness can be known by not knowing it, so someone that knows only sadness will intuitively know of happiness b/c they experience the opposite.
It's how negative presupposes a positive, or the extant iterate as I sometimes say.
And for completeness, consider the case of one that didn't know unhappiness, and thus could not know happiness (as per our original rule), then I propose that they could still know happiness as it is a knowledge of the good, and that knowledge I believe to be a priori.
The Good is all that is known.
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I just looked at some of his work, it doesn't seem entirely dark, more about contrasts. To me it's just as much about life as it is about death, just that he doesn't feel the need to separate the two. Also, I read that he lived to be 80, it seems like even though he had a really rough life he must have found great meaning in it, I guess through art? I do like his work though, why is it that people seem to relate to each other better in pain than in happiness?
I wonder the same thing myself.
I don't know the answer but maybe it has to do with the ephemeral nature of happiness; as happiness in my humble opinion is part of something rather than the whole thing, and to me the variation and all the things in between happiness and unhappiness are worth experiencing.
It takes courage to experience happiness, and so often people would just rather stay in the pain because it is easier to be static than to keep moving.
That is interesting, I've never thought about it that way; why is it that people relate better in pain?
Gives a whole new meaning to 'the blessed rage'.
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Whatever the case, I feel like existing is ultimately a joyful thing.
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