Emil Cioran on cosmic loneliness

[AllCatsAreGrey]

One can experience loneliness in two ways: by feeling lonely in the world or by feeling the loneliness of the world. Individual loneliness is a personal drama; one can feel lonely even in the midst of great natural beauty. An outcast in the world, indifferent to its being dazzling or dismal, self-consumed with triumphs and failures, engrossed in inner drama—such is the fate of the solitary. The feeling of cosmic loneliness, on the other hand, stems not so much from man's subjective agony as from an awareness of the world's isolation, of objective nothingness. It is as if all the splendors of this world were to vanish at once, leaving behind the dull monotony of a cemetery. Many are haunted by the vision of an abandoned world encased in glacial solitude, untouched by even the pale reflections of a crepuscular light. Who is more unhappy? He who feels his own loneliness or he who feels the loneliness of the world? Impossible to tell, and besides, why should I bother with a classification of loneliness? Is it not enough that one is alone?

Emil M. Cioran, On the Heights of Despair

 

[Moroze]

My favourite philosopher + favourite book.

 

[WAITING TO DIE]

He's a beautiful writer and philosopher.

 

[Rapière]

I could never really warm up to Cioran. It seems his entire philosophy serves no other purpise than to give his physical suffering, caused by life-long sleep disorder (and by being romanian), a spiritual and intellectual justification.