Faun

  Monet, Grainstacks, White Frost Effect. 1889.   Jean-Paul Sartre asserted not only that reality is subjective  but that no objective reality exists at all . For him, objectivity was not just a mistake but a complete illusion. This radical subjectivity entails a total absence of objective meaning, leading us to a kind of existential angst . This is not a new idea. I guess Shakespeare at least brushed upon this thought by the end of the 16th century. Did it make him dizzy? Surely, it is more than just a common fear of death Hamlet expresses in his monologue? In any case, it is interesting how concepts can be linked, how a distinct concept like subjectivism can imply meaninglessness. What do this line of thought create? Hesitant, amazed at the implications of this thought line, time and again on stages throughout history To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must