wow! I was looking for aristoteles and thought I came upn the longest secret password ever.
But of course- dazzling in blue. and maybe not.

Exceptional as always David~`*

Brilliant!!



vesna:)

An interesting overview of someone who appeared to be a modern type of renaissance man given to self expression and a singularity of focus. The choice of the word "neoteric" to describe his contemporary origin was refreshing. A word seldom used.

Thankyou for this informative prose describing a fascinating character.

Richard Lloyd Cederberg

Read this but didn't capture but a few words....

Derridada

Jacques Derrida was the Representative or Great Man of Philosophy ala Victor Cousin, the French eclectic who stole Hegel’s soup: He was post-Modern philosophy’s rock star; postmodern in this sense, that he was a classical philosopher in neoteric garb, a dandy who dazzled and corrupted the youth with skepticism for the authority we necessarily receive at birth whether we like it or not, doubting dogmatic authors who thought they knew everything in truth, but in truth knew absolutely nothing at all, least of all themselves and their gods; wherefore he continued the Socratic project of putting absolute authority to death, picking its metaphysical corpus apart and laying its authors to rest while mourning their passing into the Impossible – Comte’s Great Being, if you prefer – for the disciples of genuine masters must cut the cord and do their own thing, put their own twists and turns and spins on the same old thing; yea, the disciple devours his yogi and sits on his mat, and for Jacques Derrida that was not a hateful project but a painstaking, loving endeavor that would in time reconcile its unwholesomeness with its holy end, the death that seems impossible after waking up time and time again, hence Jackie had the dreams of a boy, of “dreaming of making love, or being a resistance fighter in the last war blowing up bridges or trains,” until Jacques, in his maturity, wanted “one thing only, and that is to lose myself in the orchestra I would form with my sons, heal, bless and seduce the whole world by playing divinely with my sons, produce with them the world’s ecstasy, their creation – I shall accept dying if dying is to sink slowly, yes, into this beloved music.”

We all have our own way of style.