/lit/ - Literature

>tfw οἱ πολλοί continue their trudge through the noxious swamps of political theory, now on the left foot and now on the right, their eyes fixed down on the impure bog and never thinking to look up to the stars, yet ineffectual to change their drudgery in any ways; their eyes may wander unto the next object of passing lust, but their feet and hands are fettered
>tfw οἱ σοφοί exalt, as they have from eternity, Solitary Man over all else, disdaining everything that would seek to constrain Him with mere convention, whether that convention be old or new
>tfw most of all I detest that love of pain and death for its own sake embodied equally in the intolerant Spartan, in the fascist, and in the white-collar disciple of Greenspan; because they all love to see division among mankind (between the freeman and the Helot, the "Aryan" and the Jew, the entrepreneurial man and the freeloader, and indeed between the truly tolerant citizen and the secret bigot), not along the lines of real worth, but according to base tribal instincts
>tfw, though Heraclitus was right to say that one man is worth ten thousand if he be one of the best, bloodshed is unnecessary, as all but the starkest enforcers of convention have the potential to become one of τῶν σοφῶν, if they could only get a proper education
>tfw you realize the physical accommodation for leisure brought about by what we call Modernity, for all the difficulties it presents for the preservation of the integrity of Solitary Man, is the only means by which the way can be prepared for such an education; but that, insomuch as Modernity brings in new conventions, by so much must it be destroyed; as mere Convention, whether old or new, is always barbarous and the enemy of real Tolerance and Sensibility
>tfw Blalke and the later Romantics got it exactly right almost 200 years ago and we didn't listen, or rather didn't listen right