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My question is: why is philosophy dead? Indeed, to me it is dead if all it is about is one philosopher parroting another, still another philosopher denying the first, then another philosopher explaining what the other three meant, and still another philosopher contradicting the fourth, and so on, ad nauseum . . . without any one of them saying anything worthwhile to advance our common knowledge. Why is it that The Lunatic Fringe makes more sense than any philosopher since Socrates? Why? Because Socrates himself was a card carrying member of The Lunatic Fringe — and THAT is where philosophy should be. The ‘saneness’ of mainstream Society, of mainstream philosophy, of mainstream -anything- is an illusion. The Mainstream is quite mad. I reject and refute and refuse it. The Lunatic Fringe is quite sane. Perhaps you have to have gone through the purifying fires of despair, perhaps you have to have desired to bloody the nose of Society’s god, perhaps you have to have been to The Edge in order to See. Yes, that is it. Sanity is about exploring the boundaries of consciousness. If you’ve never cried out to the Universe for mercy, if you’ve never fled from all human contact, if you’ve never wanted to just be as Blind and Dead as the billions of Drones crowding you with their incessant and inane and ignorant chatter . . . then you’ve never been Alive, you’ve never been Sane, you’ve never Been. You are Not.

But if you have suffered and survived and have not surrendered then you are Alive, Sane, Being. You.

Only You.

The Only You.

Tell me what you see at your Edge!

RainbowEyes

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