the visions are dead, they say. the utopia of a liberated mankind, a large each other: dead. Humanism has been shown to be absurd. all the universal, divine-looking categories, the elegant patterns of interpretation of events is not perceived: elegant, yes. and buried.
rightly so.
view of a weight on the animal in teilchenkorsett. Perhaps the particularized soul be transformed, but anger is not in it an empty? does not reveal the latest, when a cluster of individuals fall victim to the magic of clumping - the pack poaching? whatever is meant by humanism: the "ism" makes a compost them of unfinished thoughts. these structures, are based on those wonderful states, an eternal constant beyond redemption, is fleeting in terms as static. is a pragmatist, a neoliberal, so to speak? if necessary. also might not work.
is a pragmatist, not a visionary? let it tell me so.
utopia is so insidious because it has been materialized. as an agenda item is the utopia useless: the path to it always leads into the morass. construct it is no light in the darkness, not the heat in you, for utopia, which is a static, which claims immortality for themselves. utopia all runs counter to what we know about nature and time. the dynamics due to the infused rest of our world. changing from rest to talk, Heraclitus.
a revolution is useful in the temporary collective outburst of collective soul. an animal screaming in the jungle. The result of this 'revolution' will be wealth-distribution always just the same as the non-transparent allocation of lying eternal chance that do not reach. mind you: the NO reached! and no one feels compelled to look at the chance. puts it in the image of revolt - or more precisely his impending utopian outcome - approached, it disappears, words take pay anything to stand helplessly in front of empty scroll.
is a revolution for every themselves, ie in what he does and what he teaches. This is also the only policy that represents an ideal.
this representation, pervaded by the hopelessness of all human endeavor: this is humanism, lived and demonstrated.
what is a vision yet? it's there, but it is not a utopia: utopia has no meaning. the vision is the view of the necessity of the phenomena, the here and now, a time that you pass every nerve palpated on the fingers, it is the poetry of the cold immediately transient, unsustained word that you spit in the air.
moral does not mean having to act messianic. we have enough prophet, and none of those who want to bring. everyone is famous for its world-the moral, the essence of a human being thrown. who is the inevitability of progressive recognizes that no longer requires the kaleidoscopes need to be confused with teleksopen, cities and metropolises to build there, where he can not afford a shovel mortar. What you need is there, and who is part of your world is necessarily there.
because it is the nameless grave! at some point, a song, whistling, to disappear in it, cosmos under a meandering, effortless gesture and contrition: it is a death of him that is humanist and visionary. he needs no more ideologies, no agenda, no return and criminal stock. He is the written in the law, the interdependence itself be life-breath: a falling leaf.
who as a navigator in a kaleidoscopic look of thought, should not be surprised if he even up damaged in the same.
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