Sartre’s triangular croissant
“Everything has been figured out, except how to live.”
Triangular tables, triangular chairs, triangular faces, triangular pizzas…
In 1941, Sartre steps into “Gouda’s Triangle” on Rue du Havre St. in Paris to order a croissant and coffee. He takes a seat waiting for his order, philosophers tend to sweat a lot due to extensive thinking so he takes a napkin to wipe his forehead and realizes that the napkin is triangular. Sartre starts to wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him again. Then he starts to think of all the human accomplishments across history leading up to this triangular coffee shop. He gets up and walks to the triangular counter to get his triangular croissant and triangular paper cup of coffee. He goes back to the triangular table, sits on the triangular chair and starts to wonder how humans busy themselves with answering the superficial questions using triangular logic but never address the deep, fundamental ones. Humans have strived to answer a lot of questions throughout history but no one has figured out the meaning of life. The average person will spend many hours of his life figuring out what to wear or what he wants to eat for breakfast but will rarely spend time thinking about what gives life meaning.
Humans have discovered that a pig’s orgasm lasts for 30 minutes, that butterflies taste with their hind feet, and that most toilets flush in E flat. Everything has been figured out, except how to live. Humans have spent their time manufacturing products like microwaves, “SweetN’Low” sugar, atomic bombs, fake nails, neckties, butter knives, low-fat milk, pet clothes (Nudity is a human construct), “essential” oils, and triangular croissants. Everything has been figured out, except how to live.