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DISCUSS ALL four QUOTES In centuries past (up until the 16th century), society had a collective belief in "essence" or "the soul". The soul preceded existence and corresponded to an eternal omnisicient force (God) beyond the secular, mortal realm of finite time. Given this structure, the purpose of "existence" in the secular world was to discover the worth of the soul in the sacred world (what I have called the "theological" period, or "age of faith"). Such a structure allows one to determine the difference between: -what is meaningful and what is not, -what matters and what doesn't, -what is wrong and what is right -what the purpose of life on this Earth is, and what it is not. The concept of the eternal soul "pings" outward, from within a mortal body, to a cosmic, unwavering orientation point. Prayer and contemplation are rituals designed to check our alignment and determine if we have drifted out of range. HOWEVER, In the "modern" period, the Scientific method emerged as the new way to "make sense" of our world—and to do so without reference to a transcendent or "higher" power. The corresponding organizing structure was the "self"—a construct designed to find meaning and purpose in the accumulation of power over, and manipulation of, all Nature into resource. In general, we move from an "Age of Anxiety" (modern)-- worrying about what are essence "is" and whether our behavior is "true" to it or not-- to an "Age of Economics" (post-modern) where we hobble together chronically unstable myths of coherency (generally regarded as the "self" or the "ego") using the arbitrary fragments of our existence/experience in capitalism in a constant effort to formulate and stabilize a fiction of coherence. Discuss the following three quotes in light of this formulation. Ask yourself: -How does EACH of the four quotes address the crisis outlined in the frame question/prompt? -What are the similarities in the way the four quotes do this? -What are the differences? -How does all this, taken together, illuminate and enrich our appreciation of the complex times in which we find ourselves living? Quote 1. Waiting for Godot LUCKY: Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead . . . . I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations) ---------------------------- Quote 2. The Balcony The Judge (to Arthur the executioner): You're all there, my huge arm, too heavy for me, too big, too fat for my shoulder, walking at my side all by itself! Arm, hundredweight of meat, without you I'd be nothing. (To the Thief)and without you, too, my child. You're my two perfect complements....Ah, what a fine trio we make! (also to the Thief) But you, you have a privilege that he hasn't, nor I either, that of priority. My being a judge is an emanation of your being a thief. You need only refuse—but you'd better not!—need only refuse to be who you are—what you are, therefore who you are—for me to cease to be...to vanish, evaporate. Burst. Volatilized. Denied. . . . But you won't refuse, will you? You won't refuse to be a thief? That would be wicked. It would be criminal. You'd deprive me of being. (Imploringly) Say it, my child, my love, you won't refuse? The Thief (coyly): I might. ------------------------------------------- Quote 3, "The Applicant" By Sylvia Plath First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A brace or a hook, Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch, Stitches to show something's missing? No, no? Then How can we give you a thing? Stop crying. Open your hand. Empty? Empty. Here is a hand . . . It works, there is nothing wrong with it. You have a hole, it's a poultice. You have an eye, it's an image. My boy, it's your last resort. Will you marry it, marry it, marry it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Quote 4. From "Caution", the story in Miguel Street Spotting the missing ball became one of his passions. In the early stages he was happy enough to send in one X a week to the Guardian...He began marking two X's. Then three, four, six. He never won a a penny. He was getting angry almost constantly...He bought sheets of squared paper and fitted them over the Missing Ball photograph. Wherever the lines crossed he marked an X. To do this properly he had to buy something like a hundred to a hundred and fifty guardians every week. One day he went up to the offices of the Guardian and beat up a sub-editor before the police could be called. In court he said, "The ball not missing, you hear. It wasn't there in the first place."...Altogether he spent about three hundred dollars trying to spot the missing ball, and he didn't even get a consolation prize.