In reflection upon my recent ideological binge (drinking provides too much of a hangover), I noticed a symmetry, and decided to share:
Philosophy is like newtonian physics in that there is a special set of circumstances separate from everyday life that are needed to make them true. They are classical music in a world where jazz is the rule. They are perfect and pristine in their place, but when offbeat life is applied they seem both immaculate and implausible.
It is easy enough to disect life into its separate parts, maintaining a level of emotional detachment, and step, one foot then the other, up onto a soapbox and preach as if the truth flowed from your lips (pen) and your words could make everything right in the world. I know this statement to be true by the uncountable numbers that have done precisely that, and those that still do, but life (ideological statment to follow), for everyman, is an unexplored land where his path is determined every second, with every step, and the only thing he may know is the direction in which he travels. "I would like to go that-a-way."
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