I just finished reading The Stranger by Camus and I was inspired to write this. Please give me your thoughts and criticisms.
Truthfully, I don’t believe in the truth. The objective comes from subjective thought, so if facts are merely opinions that have yet to be proven wrong, then the truth is just a lie yet to be uncovered. Just because two and two have thus far combined to make four doesn’t mean that it’s impossible for two and two to stack up to five, it simply means that such an event has yet to occur, or at the very least, such an event has not been noticed as having occurred.
Something that can be proven is great, but something that can’t be disproven is even better. Can the existence of an omnipotent being be proven? Of course not: then they wouldn’t be omnipotent. Can it be disproven? Of course not: otherwise we’d all have stopped caring long before the crusades.
Either way, does it matter? Truthfully, no, but there’s no such thing as truth, so what’s the point in caring about it? None at all, but the point in my bringing it up was to clarify why I was laughing so hard at the thought of being attached to one of these so-called ‘lie-detector’ machines to gauge my guilt in conjunction with the crime I allegedly committed. Every word that escapes my lips is a lie by my own definition -Now, I didn’t bother professing this to the court because the jury may have reproached my moral character for doing so, and right now I could really use those ‘blind’ individuals in my corner.
Needless to say, time has progressed and I have found myself attached to wires with a slew of questions being served to me like appetizers. I can actively see the disappointment in the chef’s various faces as every question I answer ends up in my favor. Their attempts at adding multitudinous spices all proved to lack merit as I consumed every last bite with glee. Who would’ve thought that a liar could be so damn truthful?
Nice shirtless photo.
That's not true.
I can't remember the quote or who said it but they said something along the lines of not being able to live without lies.
I read that book in French (my French is passable), and I don't think I quite understood it. Does that make it incomprehensible? I will go out on a limb and say yes.
@ jacks_username: That was me, I said that.
I didn't know you were a historical writer. I guess you did kind of say that though, I shouldn't have skimmed over the first post.
Just being silly. One of those days.
I thought so. I tend to over think things.
Okay, cody, I will say its nicely written but its also heavyhanded. I would rather read something that came from your imagination than a philosophical rant based on a pretentious book. No offense.
I don't like freeform poetry, but I think that if you spaced it out a little better that would be a pretty baller freeform poem. It just doesn't adhere to enough of the customs and intellectual organization of prose.
However, the opinions of litreactor users (Catalits, is my favored term) on your compositions is supposed to cost like 9 bucks a month. In fact, by even offering you this much help I'm worried that I'm betraying cowboywerewolf ( to whom I specifically owe a review) and my fellow members of the paid membership cartel.
The point of The Stranger is that the main character is a clueless jackass.
I like it. It's thought provoking, and slightly pompous.
And yeah, nice shirtless photo. lol.
I thought it came out well as microfiction - I would rather see it as fiction than poetry because it does have a character and an intriguing development with a mystery, though now I feel that it can be taken further and have some kind of answer - what is that lie he is hiding? Or it can stay as an open question. I liked it even left as a mystery.
You can't be sexy and smart, that's just wrong. Lol.
This reminded me of last night's South Park episode!
