nihilism must be experienced fundamentally as a prime mover of philosophical inquiry; not read about, not thought about, but felt, convincingly, the chills of the breeze of worthlessness caressing the hairs of your skin, the most delicate... Although, it must in equal importance be overcome, trumped - for its emptiness, those maws of incredible death, will certainly swallow you whole, if not you escape these saw-teeth with the strength and the fervour of personal meaning... the pursuit of finding it, the challenge and the heaviness of establishing it and the passion subsidized by the touch of something sacred necessary in order to sustain it... because only through personal meaning can a person become whole (if wholeness is even cherishable in the first place); only through the humiliating, knee-scabbing ordeals of immersion in nihilism, actively, with Kierkegaardian passion - strife - not just circumventing the crisis of existence in dull passivity - as if it was acted out on stages of theaters... could a person understand that the world is bereft of meaning, as an intrinsicality, and that dead religious pasts spring back to life with the touch of the steel-bearing hand of the individual, the resilient and the determined one...
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