why do people still cling to the post-socratic
notion entombed
in the two branches of aristotle
and plato - that you can teach something -
where in fact you can only teach
people nothing -
by saying, likewise:
you can't teach philosophy, you have to
live it...
and yes, the systematic approach of
writing tracts, hinting at solipsism,
working toward the divine res per se -
also invoke the geometry of both
the halo and the wheel...
for if you read closely,
establishing a systematic argument /
foundation, you also establishing
an avalanche effect of becoming
inexhaustible in effort, and so
too in output...
yet such thinking only arises
when you find a 20th century titan
with an appreciation for poetry, well:
a respect, that on the balance of libra
outweighs a love for -
that allows the camel the needle's eye
path in squeezing into a state of
pleasing agitation...
only when you find someone
beyond the poets' poet,
namely a poets' philosopher -
someone who can guide you onto
a path of the inability to exhaust
the polygrammatic use of language -
or thereby finding it;
of course: da-sein,
but there's a there beyond a posit
or known coordinate...
what's covert about this concept is
not exactly a there,
but the depth of a there -
da-sein-im-schweigen-allein;
and yet, that forever pressing
post-scriptum of the british empire -
that pompous affair of quested for
superiority - reduced to nothing more
than a post-colonial-stress-disorder -
a neurotic golum of
wished-to-have-acted-otherwise,
as taught by the angevin dynasty's fold,
instigated by a sickly augustus;
certain strengths blind,
while certain weaknesses enlighten;
that said,
you can't be taught anything of
a disconcerting nature -
for who would dare to learn a logic
of confining agitation, uncertainity -
and rick?
which is why most people prefer
the simpler threats of such ontology -
haggling in a market,
or gambling!
in writing this, what have i learned?
absolutely nothing, i gambled with
a blank piece of paper, and this is the gambler's
reward.