The Death of Tragedy

 I must, first and foremost, commit myself anew.  The dawn of Philosophy is here, and I can foresee a great horizon of the New American Century.  The timeless precepts regarding the ancient flame, have been lambasted and scorned by Marxist ideologues for far too long.  We must recognize, as a peoples, that marxism and maoism have no place in American intellectual discourse and dialectic.  Our thinking processes must be set anew,

toward a different understanding of Jehovah.

If we fail at this,

then it will be a cold, cold rest of the century.

It is your and I's duty to never forget our heritage intellectually, our traditions.  

I thought I understood what it meant to be a man, to be human.  But now this has, for each of us in every member of our race, been thrown into question.  Wee must begin our search for the authentic understanding of what it means to be a man from the beginning.

We must commit ourselves,

as Rush Limbaugh did,

to making sure we baton down the hatches when it comes to the art of Ontology.

Epistemology says, if we study it's brutish science, that the limits of the Mind are actually what constitute our understanding of being.  That is, we are not defined by 'Change', but rather the primordial limits of experience, structure and culture.  This, in terms of epistemology, means in order to understand what it means to be a man, we must study our traditions as a race.

So without further ado,

I would advise any fan of this blog to take thee death of tragedy seriously, in an intellectually significant manner.  We live, unlike past ages, in the present time that is constituted by engineering techniques.  However, the Mind cannot be known adequately through engineering.  It must be approached by Phenomenology.

All we have, special as it may seem it us, is what we see - limited sensory perceptions common to all living beings.  If we take the limits of knowledge, experience and apply our knowledge of how fundamental these limits in faculty are, we can adequately refrain from outreaching our grasp.

The world is cold.

The Heart boils with outrage.

These are fundamental limitations of the Cartesian universe, "Fire & Ice" so to speak.

The God Apollo must have surely smirked at the sheer polarity of Zeus.

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