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It was quite an eventful week. Lot's of thought, discussion, reading and writing. A long talk with Wolfgang on Tuesday, and a theater visit on Wednesday. I love Dresden - one of our theaters, the Schauspielhaus, the theater I visit, they have turned the prices of their programs to 1 Euro, for unemployed people like me. Means I'll be visiting it often. I really liked the show I saw on Wednesday. A show about being unemployed, how we never speak about our inward wishes that are so sincere without us knowing. They sang a lot of songs, I really wished they would have made a CD of them, but I couldn't buy any in the lobby. So powerful, so clear, so full of dignity and feeling too.
Last night I was chatting at the philo chat again at IRC. We were talking about Epistemology. I hadn't really given this subject much thought yet, and I'm rather glad it's not a resolved question yet. I doubt that anything could hold up as truth. But maybe that's still just my same old scare, a paranoid fear to be examined and considered thoroughly invalid. Which is again my desire for the perfect, without being willing to give the perfect to achieve the perfekt - whatever the perfect really is. I guess it would be rather saintly to want the perfect only because it's perfect. But I have this friggin' fear that it ends in an efficient cruelty. Yet at the same time I know I can't afford to reject reason, even when there are limitations. Reductionist art is art too.
I often can't see the difference between good art and good philosophy. What I mean is centered about the 'good'. In good philosophy, there is a yearning that is also present in good art, I mean, it's a yearning for some, and a maintenance of optimism, care, loyalty, faith, you name it, for others. I see a lot of it in the way Karl Jaspers wrote, in the stuff Ernst Bloch speaks about. Nietzsche had it too. I don't want to be too insane. Sanity asks the question, what about the good life? It's the question, will that only scare or depress anyone? It's not I'm gonna only write about the simple and easy - it's about still seeking the good, because when we seek the good, we do the good.
Last night I was chatting at the philo chat again at IRC. We were talking about Epistemology. I hadn't really given this subject much thought yet, and I'm rather glad it's not a resolved question yet. I doubt that anything could hold up as truth. But maybe that's still just my same old scare, a paranoid fear to be examined and considered thoroughly invalid. Which is again my desire for the perfect, without being willing to give the perfect to achieve the perfekt - whatever the perfect really is. I guess it would be rather saintly to want the perfect only because it's perfect. But I have this friggin' fear that it ends in an efficient cruelty. Yet at the same time I know I can't afford to reject reason, even when there are limitations. Reductionist art is art too.
I often can't see the difference between good art and good philosophy. What I mean is centered about the 'good'. In good philosophy, there is a yearning that is also present in good art, I mean, it's a yearning for some, and a maintenance of optimism, care, loyalty, faith, you name it, for others. I see a lot of it in the way Karl Jaspers wrote, in the stuff Ernst Bloch speaks about. Nietzsche had it too. I don't want to be too insane. Sanity asks the question, what about the good life? It's the question, will that only scare or depress anyone? It's not I'm gonna only write about the simple and easy - it's about still seeking the good, because when we seek the good, we do the good.