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Live of fear and consummation. Brief inhumane intervals of love and beauty to keep sane. This is why Zeus sewed his child in his thigh; why Dionysus gave us intoxicants, wine of his own tears, so we could feel pleasure in a world of tragedy.
Apollo versus Dionysus, the window versus the vacant space, reason versus chaos. Socrates found the answers that drove him to lucidity and suicide, Nietzsche found the answers that drove him to insanity and suicide. One of these poles is the true philosopher. I fear only the mouth of god could reveal the answers, for all introduced by man reflects his perception of the world, his biases, and the religion/music carrying his love and god-given will. Without the man upstairs there can be no answers.
Hendrix was another fatality of this meditation of the essence of truth.
Fuck it, eat drink and be merry.
Apollo versus Dionysus, the window versus the vacant space, reason versus chaos. Socrates found the answers that drove him to lucidity and suicide, Nietzsche found the answers that drove him to insanity and suicide. One of these poles is the true philosopher. I fear only the mouth of god could reveal the answers, for all introduced by man reflects his perception of the world, his biases, and the religion/music carrying his love and god-given will. Without the man upstairs there can be no answers.
Hendrix was another fatality of this meditation of the essence of truth.
Fuck it, eat drink and be merry.