Why I Don’t Believe this is Happening

Let us imagine, for a moment, that a friend drags you into a room full of people. The people are all engaged in a plethora of activities of varying complexity, and they appear to have been going at it for quite some time. Even more perplexing is the existence of a giant hole in the middle of the room. The floor appears to slope towards the hole. Moreover, the floor is covered in grease, so that people are regularly slipping into it. The occupants of the room do not seem to really acknowledge the hole, though they occasionally joke about it, and let out continual gasps of surprise when someone falls in.

The first three questions that you would ask your friend are:

Why am I here?

What am I supposed to do while I’m here?

What’s down the hole?

But he doesn’t actually know. He just brought you here. After a quick walk around the room, you discover that nobody else in the room has any answers to these questions either. When asked how they got there, they respond that they were dragged in by someone else, and that ever since being dragged in, they have had this insatiable urge to drag other people in as well.

You simply would not accept the absurdity of the above situation.

And yet, you do.

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6 Responses to “Why I Don’t Believe this is Happening”

  1. OK I give up, what’s the analogy?

    Also, why have I not been invited to any hole parties?

  2. Eh-ehh, eh-ehh, eh-ehh…

  3. If you don’t see the analogy, you are in a good place 🙂

  4. Happens all the time. When you put it into terms the way you described the absurdity is apparent. In real life it’s a it more veiled.

  5. wow I’m surprised I haven;t seen this post before rwzero.. goddammit I think you’ve perfectly encapsulated how I feel about existence… that black hole at the end of the party that NO-ONE seems to want to talk about.. and the surprise when they recall that it’s there, and that they’re all slipping towards it.

    It really is absurd, nonsensicalness… I don’t see why people find Kafke so odd when they live right in the middle of his realities.

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