Hello Miss April,
Ive been reading Heidegger again. Some say a waste of time. I say [ via Heidegger] Time is not a thing, thus nothing which is, and yet it remains constant in its passing away without being something temporal like the beings in time. So there.
But then I disovered this statement .
“The most thought-provoking thing in our thought-provoking time is that we are still not thinking.”, which is vexing is its new relevance especially when you consider the people who chose to be in government. I think Gertrude Stein might have had a hand in this one except for their polar politics and temporal disconnect.
Do you think philosphy is a dead art, or do we need to recallibate for twitter, like a micro hiaku?
Is it better to concrete or esoteric?
Dear Rhet Oracle
“Three dangers threaten thinking.
the good and thus wholesome
danger is the nighness of the singing poet.
The evil and thus keenest danger is
thinking itself. It must think against
itself, which it can only seldom do.
The bad and thus muddled danger
is philosophising.” –
The most profound promise I can make to you in this day is – Follow me – I follow back!
And it works. So we wander about in rather small patterns of circles. Looking busy and going nowhere.
When I was a young lass we used to spend our evenings in a candlelit parlour, knitting, writing, reading; a rather brash young suitor of mine used to read the most extraordinary verses from lands afar. My father greatly disapproved, but considering that figure of authority was a figment of my imagination I guess I shouldn’t have been too shackled by his remonstrations. Alas, strangely, I was. We philosophised, but it was called scripture and blasphemy. The combination of both made each more important and powerful. You know, the funny thing is, the devil can not exist unless our god does first.
As the Lord of Thespians the world over wrote “A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.” Are we looking at the end of time? Considering time is what we created for ourselves, perhaps we are. When we keep handing our power to the fools we create shorter and shorter futures for ourselves.
Yours faithfully, Miss April