On Existential Psychoanalysis

Edited from “2/17/23 – On Existential Psychoanalysis”

To extend the title: ‘in relation to Sam Harris’ explication of determinism’:

Per Sartre’s description of existential psychoanalysis, the exercise that I performed previously for Sam’s Free Will can be combined with to create an opportunity for significant change in an individual.

For example, if I follow the causal nature of some preference as far back as possible (similar to how I did for Free Will), and then apply further analysis of the final results using Sartre’s scope, it seems that I would be able to describe aspects of my “original projects”, or who exactly I think that I am.

Here is a quote from the end-point of my original exercise:

All of this desire for individuality, and the perception of competition between one’s fellow man such to inspire this petty impression of hierarchy can be shown to be a mechanism resulting from the conditions of the human brain (in the sense that they, too, are human nature, not chosen by me).

Per Sartre’s perspective, we would argue that I have chosen the value of a distinction-in-preference as a means of declaring (or chasing) my Being, and (deeper still) it would suggest an original chosen project: “The in-itself which I am (not) will be based on myself-for-the-Other in the mode of an image I hope to cultivate, namely that of The Eclectic.”

My choice of value could be seen as being related to a connection to the variety of the in-itself, displayed particularly in the Other’s image of me. I seek to be fulfilled by “building within the Other a caricature of the colorfulness of the (my) world.”

Now one could understand that such a thirst toward this project will never be sated. It only explains a part of my own chosen mode of being (determined or otherwise). Especially so- I will never be privy to the Other’s image of me. I will never have it confirmed to me that I have effectively conveyed to them the depths of my world, as they also cannot grasp my for-itself. My hunger for existence is built over-top a two-fold fool’s errands, in that I hope to convey out of an impenetrable void a majesty of colors into a place I can never find or behold.

I carry through an endless desert pails filled with light, with a dream that when I die they will walk themselves the rest of the way.