The great drama of the one whose life is filled with existential torment is that there are no valid answers to his questions other than the ones he himself validates. How can one bear it? Add skepticism to existential restlessness, and one has certain despair. The skeptic tends to reject possible answers to uncomfortable and unverifiable questions: from this stems his misfortune. He cannot accept what religion, esotericism, mysticism says; he is programmed to reject what he has not experienced. One can open an astrology book and find satisfactory answers for everything; one can take comfort in Christian salvation, Buddhist deliverance—but not for the one who refuses to believe. Every existential restlessness leads to a dilemma: to accredit by comfort what one receives without full proof, or to throw oneself into limitless affliction. Some, like Pascal, add a dose of reasoning to belief; others seem doomed to dissatisfaction.
The Great Drama of the One Whose Life Is Filled…
