From the many ways in which I exist, I am searching for an answer to the question what it means to be. Now I can easily enough impose or force a meaning to my life: through a religious belief, national commitment, or psychological attitude, as do dedicated monks, enthusiastic patriots, and pathological sadists. But the question here is not one of morals, or even behavioral modes; it is not What modes of action ought I to impose upon my life? but rather, what is it that my own understanding can tell me about what it means to exist (From A Commentary On Heidegger’s Being And Time, by Michael Gelven)?
This is the crux of the matter. I exist. Does that mean anything, and, if it does, what does it mean?
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