>Erik seems to embody what I despise about the priveledged and those who
>sleep comfortably while ...
Apparently Loren feels sorry for Erik as he lies in his priveledged
comfortable bed (with satin sheets no doubt), this is strange because all
Erik notes is that people gather in market places to talk about Gerry
Springer. And apparently Loren, from the vantage of her priveledged satin
sheets, also laments that Erik accepts tyranny "as it is" and refuses to
believe that one day all people will gather in elite forums to speak of
philosophy and Thales. Poor Erik, he celebrates the bedlam of the living
market in all its dirt, commerce and customs. While Loren explores the
outer boundaries of a rarefied faith that must never enter this profane
marketplace.
So Erik sleeps at night and is not disheartened by the idle market gossip.
Meanwhile the Christians, Marxists, Nazis and Lorenites stay awake into the
small hours and pray, indeed demand, that the original Lyceum rise
triumphantly from the ruins of the marketplace and that the low-life
inhabitants therein are recast in their respective images.
The irony being that this triumphant elitism, this philosophy of progress,
is actually an ancient stoneage paganism. And Erik should not apologise for
pointing this out. It is heartening that some rise above this Progress and
walk barefoot in the marketplace and are hated like Erik.
>sleep comfortably while ...
Apparently Loren feels sorry for Erik as he lies in his priveledged
comfortable bed (with satin sheets no doubt), this is strange because all
Erik notes is that people gather in market places to talk about Gerry
Springer. And apparently Loren, from the vantage of her priveledged satin
sheets, also laments that Erik accepts tyranny "as it is" and refuses to
believe that one day all people will gather in elite forums to speak of
philosophy and Thales. Poor Erik, he celebrates the bedlam of the living
market in all its dirt, commerce and customs. While Loren explores the
outer boundaries of a rarefied faith that must never enter this profane
marketplace.
So Erik sleeps at night and is not disheartened by the idle market gossip.
Meanwhile the Christians, Marxists, Nazis and Lorenites stay awake into the
small hours and pray, indeed demand, that the original Lyceum rise
triumphantly from the ruins of the marketplace and that the low-life
inhabitants therein are recast in their respective images.
The irony being that this triumphant elitism, this philosophy of progress,
is actually an ancient stoneage paganism. And Erik should not apologise for
pointing this out. It is heartening that some rise above this Progress and
walk barefoot in the marketplace and are hated like Erik.