Question

I need help starting this essay for my online class. We are allowed to seek help, but the tutoring center was

closed for thanksgiving break. Thank you in advance.

1) We exist as two selves - the inner and the outer selves;

2) The actions of the outer self "justify" the inner self;

3) As we age, we surrender the inner self to the outer self.

"WHAT JUSTIFIES MY EXISTENCE?" I find it rather tiresome that most people feel no need to justify their own existence - they take it as a "given." And religion does not work: to say "God wants me here, and so I have reason to be," begs the question of the existence and nature of God -- do not use this approach. And people even feel entitled. But, such is not the case.

Do some research, give me some proof:

1) TWO QUOTES FROM BORGES

2) At least two examples from other sources

Jorge Luis Borges (1899-1986) "Borges and I" Text is from Borges, Labyrinths: Selected Stories and Other Writings (New York: New Directions, 1964), pp.246-47. Plain text precedes hypertext version with notes and commentary by Martin Irvine. Text The other man, the one called Borges, is the one things happen to. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and stop for a moment, perhaps mechanically now, to look at the arch of an entrance hall and the grillwork on the gate; I know of Borges from the mail and see his name on a list of professors or in a biographical dictionary. I have a taste for hourglasses, maps, eighteenth-century typography, the taste of coffee and the prose of Stevenson; he shares these preferences, but in a vain way that turns them into the stagy mannerisms. It would be an exaggeration to say that ours is a hostile relationship; I live, let myself go on living, so that Borges may contrive his literature, and this literature justifies me. It is no effort for me to confess that he has achieved some valid pages, but those pages cannot save me, perhaps because what is good belongs to no one, not even to him, but rather to the language and to tradition. Besides, I am destined to perish, definitively, and only some instant of myself can survive in him. Little by little, I am giving over everything to him, though I am quite aware of his perverse custom of falsifying and magnifying things. Spinoza knew that all things long to persist in their being; the stone eternally wants to be a stone and the tiger a tiger. I shall remain in Borges, not in myself (if it is true that I am someone), but I recognize myself less in his books than in many others or in the laborious tuning of a guitar. Years ago I tried to free myself from him and went from the mythologies of the suburbs to the games with time and infinity, but those games belong to Borges now and I shall have to imagine other things. Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him. I do not know which of us has written this page http://www.georgetown.edu/irvinemj/english016/borges/borges.html