Necessary Death of "Me"

Discovery as a curse; synthesization and its necessity

I.

Reading Lane DeGregory's "The Girl in the Window" fundamentally struck me. Who am I? The "I" that selfishly and lavishly fulfill one's own bodily desire? Does the concept of "rightful" for existence exist when others ignore in exchange to satisfy one's own? Justifiably, it may be so; and, it is rather easier to be alike to Meursault or Danielle's biological mother. However, it must duly considered: We physically do not desire to be Danielle, but if it were to be, would we even have the capacity to become Meursault?— to be indifferent for ourselves? Would we have the capacity and courage to deliberately ignore and abandon ourself? In such a way, a part of us longs and craves for assistance; we, ultimately, do not want to be in a society wherein we are surrounded by thousands of Meursault-like with such indifference and apathy. At times of diseases, no one would help; at times of crime, all would allow it. Multiple individuals being molested on the street, treated as inconvenience due to their conducts as an obstruction on someone's pathway. The temptation of "being" alike to Meursault is enjoyable, until we become the target for human crimes.

In this profound sorrow, it "benevolently" killed my empty musings on media. The entertaining of the self. The indulgence. Almost, at least, were shifted towards delving on involvement and excavation of such literature.