Ernest Becker once said, “Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever.” Hayley says there are only two types of people in the world: zombies and freaks. While Hayley’s aphorism was an admirable effort to display her attempt at a doctrine of ontological truth, Ernest Becker’s adage is a neurostorm of intense intellectual pleasure. Zombies and freaks. That is what Hayley categorizes every human on the planet. The zombies, in the story, were the superlatives of the social ladder- jocks, drama queens, hypocrites, and the 1%. Hayley
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Even to entertain such thoughts could, in the long run, cause cataclysmic events- reference the Rwandan Genocide or the Holocausts. Rather, I see people, in the world, divided consciously into two types of perceptions: one of existentialism, entropy, and oblivion and legacy, remembrance, and perpetuity. The ultimate existential bummer is entropy and no matter who you are, everybody, at one time or another, has felt predisposed nostalgia- a yearning for a sentimental moment that has not yet ended. It’s because of the impermanence of the moment and realizing that it will be a future memory of genuine …show more content…
Countries segregated by religion. Race wars because of differences in opinion. Instead of seeing individuals as representations of specific groups, we should see people as bodies with cognitive canvases; stroked by theories and opinions all layered together to create a kaleidoscope of individual and ecstatic truth. Hayley sees humans separated into two groups. Zombies and freaks. Followers and individuals. I see it as we are separated into two conflicting moral senses. Existentialism and Social/ Historical Immortality. Either/ or their is an empirical truth said beautifully by Dylan Thomas: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”. We might very well be remembered. Teachers will explain our lives in front of a chalkboard discussing our accomplishments. And we might very well wither out of existence; alone, sad, and unknown. But, it doesn’t matter, because either way, we must fight till the end. Like Hayley said, “. . .you can only be brave if you're scared.” Maybe,
Even to entertain such thoughts could, in the long run, cause cataclysmic events- reference the Rwandan Genocide or the Holocausts. Rather, I see people, in the world, divided consciously into two types of perceptions: one of existentialism, entropy, and oblivion and legacy, remembrance, and perpetuity. The ultimate existential bummer is entropy and no matter who you are, everybody, at one time or another, has felt predisposed nostalgia- a yearning for a sentimental moment that has not yet ended. It’s because of the impermanence of the moment and realizing that it will be a future memory of genuine …show more content…
Countries segregated by religion. Race wars because of differences in opinion. Instead of seeing individuals as representations of specific groups, we should see people as bodies with cognitive canvases; stroked by theories and opinions all layered together to create a kaleidoscope of individual and ecstatic truth. Hayley sees humans separated into two groups. Zombies and freaks. Followers and individuals. I see it as we are separated into two conflicting moral senses. Existentialism and Social/ Historical Immortality. Either/ or their is an empirical truth said beautifully by Dylan Thomas: “Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”. We might very well be remembered. Teachers will explain our lives in front of a chalkboard discussing our accomplishments. And we might very well wither out of existence; alone, sad, and unknown. But, it doesn’t matter, because either way, we must fight till the end. Like Hayley said, “. . .you can only be brave if you're scared.” Maybe,