The Essential Writings Of Ralph Waldo Emmerson Analysis

My breath steamed against the January air, my eyes stayed straight although I focused on nothing in particular. The span of my attention not allowing me to read but same paragraph over, still yet without comprehension. I snapped the book shut and rose from the park bench with a yawn. The light fading too quickly even to read. “The Essential Writings of Ralph Waldo Emmerson” had succeeded only to bore me. The persistent inclination that all beauty stemmed from nature, from god himself struck me as daft.
It was perhaps the not-so-subtle suggestion that the purpose of life could be found alone in nature, that language, art and even music found its root in nature. It was his intellectual capacity that prevailed in exhausting, even aggravating
I noted as the realization that even our division was pointless, divided we fall yet united we fall still, would not though our unity make the slow descent into oblivion more tolerable, and religion, as artificial as it is, cannot be evil because together in ignorance must be more productive than separated by indifference. I imagined a perfect world, rooted in compassion and peace, where we are free to live and love and grow because just as time is relative so is significance. Value is a human construct, the universe recognizes nothing of value because it exists only in the mind of man. I was astounded when I reached the conclusion that a book I viewed as fallacious, by an author I hadn’t enjoyed changed my view. My perspective shifted so wildly that a philosopher I had previously revered as godly now seemed mundane. Value is a byproduct of humanity, a universe not personified can regard nothing not though, because meaning does not exists, but because it holds no discrimination. The radical confusion between the absence of importance and the absence of the discrimination of importance is how, to me, the philosophies of Nietzsche and nihilism itself,