I have a great book, waiting to be read: it's called The Philosophy of a Townlet. It's by a Serbian author; it was written sometime in late 70s or early 80s, and I believe this is a fortunate translation. I even heard the guy exchanged letters with Beckett.
This was related to me by the same friend who, the other day, remarked on the 'patterns' in individuals' behaviour. It's actually not about patterns - but taken over chunks of ideas, prejudices and heard-of 'facts,' that become neatly incorporated into the 'natural' thinking processes. Let us avoid the problem of originality here.
If you are a growing-up boy or living in the Middle Ages, you must undoubtedly rely a great deal upon stories. But this intellectual gossip is the thought food for most of those around us.
- Do you know that the EU shall.. according to their law..
- Tesla had plans to..
etc.
Scholarship after all only increases the probability of truth and indeed insists on hypotheses, but this is a world of true make-believe, sorcery and real witches. This is a world unanalyzed, where after decades of unexplained wrong-doing the culprits are incinerated, on account of obvious gut-feeling.
Herds gone rampant. Wonder how we get anywhere.
On the other hand, how convenient that it was the Romantic period that insisted upon the genius of one. Leadership only channels the same thing.
Perhaps one of the most incisive images one can think of is of a silhouette whispering something in somebody's ear.
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