I sense the world in the face of its clatter, cluttered by the sounds of others, the irritation of noise, of difference, of unthinkingness. And I sense the world in silence within myself, my own frailty, my own fears and my own headlong chase towards death. And I sense the terror of it all, and the excitement of it all, and the potential, and the joy of anticipation, and the touch, and the moment of becoming, and the despair of the passing of all that is. I sense the need to act, that action should be free, and that free choice is worthwhile only if it has meaning. I fear the progressive depletion of my life. I do not believe there is anything objectively good or bad but, as much as I know anything, I know there are subjective good and bad. I would like to discover a state of mind which, in good faith, believes in no objective bad, does not reside in the shadow of the fear of depleting life or impending death, and acts upon these beliefs. I sense the need to be convinced by the overpowering simplicity of it all.
