My passion emanates from the backstreets of Liverpool where I sometimes ran barefoot and occasionally hungry as a child. To street urchins living precariously on the brink of starvation ideas are taken seriously and treated with respect, as any homeless chico of Rio de Janeiro who sleeps behind the garbage bins in the shadow of the monument to Christ the Redeemer on Sugar Loaf mountain will tell you - Bullshit doesn't butter bread. My ability to think has been hard earned. Third degree burns can be cathartic - remember the phoenix that rises from the flames.
I had a political bit-part once too. I would be interested for you opinion as to which side of the political spectrum I used to sparkle? Left or Right?
Once a person lets go of the synapsal ropes of reason and casts himself or herself adrift on the lake of the Island of Apples ['Insula pomorum'], called Fortunate, their bark is subject to the vagaries of the winds windings.
A gentle gust this way and you are a Jehovah's Witness, a zephyr which bloweth from the other side and you suddenly find yourself in a Moonyite stadium with another thousand people, dressed in white getting married to a person you only met an hour earlier, or in some mountain undergrowth giving suck to spiders.
In other words once you let go of the materialist handrail you can spiral downward in any direction. Heidegger's Jesuitical grounding never left him, though for a time the evil veneer of Nazism covered it in its evil carapace of red, black and white. Predictably - Like any other war criminal or condemned criminal on death row - he conveniently rediscovered his Christianity when applying for release or for pleding for his old job back.
The existentialist line between religiosity, bastardised Nietzscheism, Hitlerism and Sartrian existentialised dialectical materialism is always on a knife-edge. You could just about slide an Ockham's razor blade between the masonry that forms the doctrinal party-wall between 'Edmund Husserl Jerry Builders Ltd' and the Heideggerian pawnbrokers next door. The later paunched philosophy of Heidegger? Think of the sad performances of the obese Elvis in his last months and you're not far wrong.
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