What is it to be human? What is it like to live, love, learn, and die? Subjectivists argue that the answer to these questions are dependent upon the individual. Objectivists might argue that each have their own ultimate truth that would lead us to the penultimate truth. However most would agree that each must be experienced for one to understand. Literature argues, must they? Must everyone discover these things for themselves or can someone read someone else's experience and understand these very human and very important concepts.
I think the truth lies somewhere in the middle. I think that these things must be experienced, indeed all of them are side effects of existence, but I believe literature is the context through which we understand them. Or at least additional context. What is it like to live, love, learn, and then die? What is it like to be human?
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