What are we doing here
What are we doing here is a question that simply does not have a right or wrong answer. It's a question that is thought about often by many. From person to person the answer to this philosophical question differs. The following paragraphs will enlighten you on the views of Swift, Twain, Beckett, Sartre, Sophecles, Dante, Voltaire, and myself. By writing Gulliver's Travels, Jonathan Swift implies that people were put on this earth to experience life and see it through different perspectives His voyages take him everywhere and each place he goes, he see's life a completely different way. Back home in England, Lemuel Gulliver is a respected surgeon. He fits in perfectly there is nothing unique about his life there. He is simply normal. His travels take him to places such as Liliput where is he's imprisoned and treated like an evil criminal because he's huge in comparison to the six inch Liliputians. In Brobdingnag he learns what it is like to be treated as a toy. He's a tiny person compared to the huge giants and they felt that he was more of a trinket or a pet rather than a human being. Then in the land of the Houyhnhnms and Yahoo's he see's life through the eyes of a lower class citizen, almost an animal. He resemb
Vladimir and Estragon do absolutely nothing. Every single day, they come and kill time by a big tree because they are awaiting for the arrival of a special man that goes by the name of Mr. Godot. They wait for him day after day and hour after hour but he never shows up. They talk about killing themselves because they are tired of waiting for the time when Mr. Godot might actually show his face. However, they never follow through with their creative ways to die. A messenger gives them an incentive to live and constantly stand there as their lives pass them by. The young boy comes by daily to tell them that Mr. Godot is sorry that he can not make it today, but he will be here tomorrow. So Estragon and Vladimir continue to wait by the big tree. In Waiting for Godot, Beckett is telling you that everyone is here waiting for something. A person exists because he or she is expecting something. If a person is not waiting for something, they would not be here. What are we doing here? I have thought about this questions many a times. The more I try to answer this question, the more my answer changes. People are on this planet and are alive because they were destined to be here. It was meant for them to be born a human rather than a flower or a grasshopper. Everything that they do was meant to be. If a person has a severe terminal illness and they pass away at the young and tender age of twelve, there was never anything you could have done about it. Their path was predetermined by a power of which you have absolutely no control over. Destiny brings you people and memories. Destiny also is the reason we are here doing whatever we might be doing. Three people are randomly selected to be placed in one small room in hell. They didn't know each other before hand and they really didn't have anything in common. They are sentenced to spend eternity in one room with nobody but each other. Although none of them realize it, in No Exit, Voltaire puts the thre
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Mark Twain, According Voltaire, Candide Voltaire, Vladimir Estragon, Houyhnhnms Yahoo's, Sophecles' Antigone, Godot Beckett, Lemuel Gulliver, Exit Voltaire, Michael Lucifer, life completely, see's life, waiting godot, dante's inferno,
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