Of course, as Sartre himself was quick to realize, radical freedom entails radical responsibility. Since there is always a choice we can make, Sartre argued, the condition of each of our lives is ultimately our responsibility, and so we have no recourse to excuses, rationalizations, alibis or other explanations. Whatever happens to us, it is our own fault because it was our own choices that led us there. Even God can't save us because we make the choice to believe and/or obey God. To use God as an excuse for our actions is an instance of bad faith: a refusal to accept or admit responsibility for the choices we ourselves have made.
In the following documentary from the BBC, you'll get to learn about the life and philosophy of Sartre, and about his struggle and love affair with freedom, and how this idea would ultimately undermine our very conception of our own personal essence and metaphysical identity.
The following is one of my favorite lines from a conference Sartre once gave, entitled Existentialism Is a Humanism. The idea is that radical freedom does not imply nihilism and anarchy, as many students quickly tend to conclude, because as a choice of our own making, every choice is a reflection of our own character; every choice says something about who and what we are:
To choose this or that is at the same time to affirm that which is chosen.
If you are interested, click the following links to see documentaries about Sartre's influences: Nietzsche and Heidegger.
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very nice :)
ReplyDeleteI am actually reading some stuff by a guy name Nikolai Berdyaev who is also into the concept of freedom.
Cool beans...
ReplyDeleteWoody Allen:That's quite a lovely Jackson Pollock isn't it?
ReplyDeleteGirl In Museum: yes it is.
Woody Allen: What does it say to you?
Girl In Museum: It restates the negativeness of the universe, the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness,the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity,like a tiny flame flickering in an immense void, with nothing but waste,horror and degradation,forming a useless bleak straightjacket in a black absurd cosmos.
Woody Allen: What are you doing Saturday night?
Girl In Museum: Committing suicide.
Woody Allen: What about Friday night?
Girl I n Museum:(leaves silently)