Hasta La Creative!

March 4, 2023

Rumi, Hafiz, Camus, Nietzsche … they were the real deal. They were grounded … they stared at the void and laughed … danced in the field beyond good and evil … these badass free spirits are my only solace now.

Foucault … too dense. His theories on power made sense at the time … but we all know Discipline and Punish was really just a projection of his obsession with S&M.

Baudrillard … too obtuse.

Lacan … pure bullshit.

Derrida … no longer relevant.

Wittgenstein somehow still works for me, especially the stuff about death and eternity in the Tractatus.

Descartes … too Christian.

Logical positivism … a sad joke.

Heidegger was definitely on to something when he lived alone there in his hut … too bad he was a Nazi.

Through all these dead white guys, you can trace a line … the abstraction of mind from flesh, of being from earth, of humanity from its soul. These were the types of philosophers Nietzsche mocked … those who “waged war” on life.

Truly … Friedrich was right when he said …“’for as long as men have existed … man has enjoyed himself too little: that alone, my brothers, is our original sin!’ Thus Spoke Zarathustra.”