I'm reading "Black Box" by Amos Oz, and just come across this delightful paragraph:
I read in Bernanos that unhappiness is a source of blessing. To this Catholic honeydew I replied in my book that all happiness is basically a trite Christian invention. Happiness, I wrote, is kitsch. It has nothing in common with the eudaimonia of the Greeks. Whereas in Judaism the whole idea of happiness does not exist; there isn't even a word corresponding to it in the Bible. Apart, perhaps, from the satisfaction of approval, a positive feedback from God or your neighbor: "Blessed are the undefiled in the way," for instance. Judaism recognizes only joy. As in the verse "Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth." Ephemeral joy, like the fire of the cryptic Heraclitus, whose victory is its destruction, joy whose converse is wrapped up in it and in fact actually makes it possible.
Not easily does one put across the idea that happiness is trite without sounding like a depressive wanker, but I feel he pulled it off here.
So, as possibly the last person alive, I have finally started a blog
of my own. I expect it will be very low volume and mostly professional, or technical, in nature, but I'm sure I'll add the occasional personal touch and you are more than welcome to visit it.
Of course, since I never visit yours, it would be only fair if you scorned me.
|The Silent Spud
Having absolutely no entries looks just awful, so here's one.
I don't really have a live journal. If I had one, I'd have to read all my friends' live journals, and my god there are a lot of them.
Nevertheless, this is me, so hello!