why would anyone even bother asking
      grandiose questions,
when we are only able to answer
with mediocre answers?

who the **** wants to bother
  20th century existentialists these days?
most books written about
them & their movement calls them
bores...
             no, they weren't boring,
they were expressing
         an antidote to grandiose question:
namely through difficulty...

choose one of these *******...
    i chose heidegger...
                and is he a great stylist?
so-so...
               i get confused with him
when he interchanges
                italic stressors -
  esp. in compounded words,
notably the prefix da (there) in
the compound dasein...
  and yes, the hyphen use -
and yes,
           how the anglophones hijacked
the ditto to invoke quotation...
   what was wrong with
    'i am in awe', he said, exempli grata?
       how does the ditto work?
          "        "       "       "         "    ?
like that.
   what's the difference between 20th century
irish literate and polish literate
to this day?
none...
   they write dialogue like they might dance
a quick-step...
- aye
- tak
                     they use the hyphen insertion,
in dialogues,
   rather than use the hyphen
as the english use the hyphen
when teasing vaterdeutsche -
all the chemists in england are
german spies...
     well, in how they word it...
a humanist would attack
the syllables (the hyphen is probably
the only "diacritical" indicator
in how a word is dissected to
ease the dyslexics), e.g.?
   hydrochloric acid...
      hmm?           hydro-chloric acid...
the existentialists are
confusing me with their third party
sources...
       it's like they're debating
a quasi-etymology -
(origin of words) -
                             but in a way that
demands too much cognitive gymnastics
sometimes...
     i scratch my head,
   and then i scratch my groin,
and then i scratch my ***...
    and then i fiddle with my beard,
and then i scratch my head one more
with my other hand...
       i don't understand why anglophone
people demand this reality debate...
you read any existentialist,
        or you go back as far as kant...
there's no real stress, or for that matter:
a shortcut to concern yourself
with a reality...
                     but i guess populism has
its sway with people, and they debate
the useless questions...
   for that's what philosophy allows:
useless questions that
are grandiose questions... meaning?
      its twin:
useless answers that are mediocre answers.

a classic:
  what's the meaning of life?
you ******* chimp just dropped from
a tree, you were born yesterday, or something?

   live!       and see what you pick up
along the way... hopefully not
  typhoid fever...
is there an afterlife?
         sure thing bob... only if you consider
life itself a learning process...
   we already know the final lesson,
namely that we'll die...
            no ******* surprise there...
i guess death can sometimes feel
like a motivational tool...
   to excuse a mid-life crisis.