A portrait of the meaninglessness and absurdity of existence. Existence is no more meaningful than non-existence. "Is" has become equal to "is not". The perfect Existentialist novel and a sad sketch of the only option modern man relying upon himself alone can have as his "reality"--which is left as nothing more than a connotation word, an empty shell containing no meaning, with only an "emotion" left related to it.
Modern man, without God, and from, by, and with himself alone, reaches this dead end. From it, he either turns to one side and enters black Nihilism, or he turns to the other and embraces some form or the other of evil Mysticism.
I read Sophie's World for school, and I actually finished it way back in November. I had a tiny bit of a skeleton which I had put in the drafts, but you know me, I never got back to it...until now.
Reading this book left me with no feelings of enjoyment from the story, but rather, to the contrary it left me sad. I did find the biographical "history of philosophy" part rather educational, but beyond a clearer understanding of the hopelessness of man without God, that is all I took away from it. I felt acutely the emptiness of life when man is the highest standard...he is indeed a feeble god! It left me distressed knowing that this foundation of shifting sand is all that so many have to stand upon.
"As I live, declares the Lord God, surely with a mighty hand and an outstretched arm and with wrath poured out I will be king over you." (Ezekiel 20:33)
When the creatures of God forget Him, and despise His Word, He takes His Word away. And then, woe is man!
Praise God for our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ! For God has not left all mankind to perish in their sins.
"For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."