One of the deficiencies of philosophical thought is that it makes you problem-oriented rather than solutions-oriented. Philosophical thought is sensitive to problems; philosophers have an almost uncanny nose for picking them up. However, they struggle to convert that sensitivity and nose towards solutions of the problems they have picked up.
One has reason to be bemused about why the above is the case, because the same application of the imagination that picks up a problem is equipped to be the one that picks up a solution.
Here, I believe, we are facing a physiological limit: lifestyle is what makes philosophers hyper-sensitive to problems and near-blind to solutions. What they express through their ‘negativity’ is something too personal and unrelated to a topic to be picked up by them with any clarity.
Maybe philosophers should spend less time on their backside, reading, writing, talking and even talking down; more time moving, dancing, shouting, screaming, going wild…
What is most tragic, formidable, but also elegant power principle? Is it not the following:
Elevate the worst to devalue and finally bring down the best.
Look for this principle in the corners of power. Look for it most in the opinions about what and who is best from renowned men and women. Look for it most–in the media.
Where is the root of courage? Assuming it could speak; assuming it had a voice; assuming it could be personified; what would it propose? Would it not declare:
I’d rather die knowing I did the right thing, than live to smugly declare I was right all along.
… artists had the moral dignity and intellectual conscience to learn about their topic fully before they put it on page and-or on stage.
Why have so many stopped trying to grasp their topic with the same passion and love they once exhibited towards their muse–the same love they now say they possess for her!?
What is love if you have not dared to grasp and see every corner of your beloved?
What is it worth if you have not faced the demon of the dread that you might not like what you find?
What does she care about your love if you have not faced the dread that what you find may bore you–the dread that comes with the feeling associated with the utterance ‘all is lost’?
So many artists have forgotten how to love. They have transformed from bold butterflies that hover proudly and gently over swamps to pathetic, boring and ghastly frogs spewing bile and consuming flies within just a couple of centuries.
Idealism and ideals are a decidedly human form of spiritual rot.
Sometimes, we assume the best of someone because we do not want to do the worst while feeling justified in our actions on the basis of our occupying the moral high ground.