Darth InSidious

cf "The Ontological Mystery", Gabriel Marcel.

I often read philosophers who are/were very depressed. This influences their work - Kierkegaard, for example, was very intent on conveying his message, and this seriousness makes him come across as perhaps too earnest, the type of person you might edge away from while conversing with - or Wittgenstein, whose writings have a curious absence of the "I", and it's clear that there are some things that affected him deeply yet he cannot talk about. There's an interesting quote I'm sure I've shared with you already about this by him, about kneeling.

So it is a pleasant day to read Marcel, and find someone whose philosophy is one of joy.