See, I bought into the whole existentialist bag myself andtried to mold what I read in Barth into something that coexisted seamlessly with Heidegger and Kierkegaard. But then I found myself asshole deep and wallowing about in "Either/Or"..........I mean I figured that anyone who wrote like that had to be a friggin' genius with his finger on the pulse of all life-force. After awhile I would find myself deep in thought, staring at my roommate's ant farm, and wishing I wasn't out of dope.
Then one day after failing to find the mix of Existential Philosophy and Theology as described by Paul Tillich I took my copy of "How to Talk Dirty and Influence People" to the can and took a healthy shit. Suddenly the essence (and of course Existentialism is all about essence) of all Existentialism was revealed by this great 20th Century Stand Up Philosopher!!! Fuck Kierkegaard..... I had Lenny Bruce. My essence finally preceded my existence. There it was in one simple line of English and I actually could understand it immediately without either dictionary or thesaurus.
"There is only what is; What should be never existed."
I ripped off a final fart and went out to meet the world in all of its absurdity. The only problem after that was what to do with the worthless ass degree so I opted to twist wrenches and go racing and have one helluva' good time. This is owed anyone who has read "Either/Or."