@jgweed,
Is it my bad mood or my head-ache? Slowly some doubt has crept into my heart: is this indeed a philosophy-forum?? I read Ennui's text and I see a "discours" as there are so many, sometimes asking an acute question, sometimes giving a bad answer, but overall with the na?ve sincerity of the layman, overall genuine, simple, "true" because of being honest and authentic. I'm moved in fact; it is a beautiful try, it even dares to utter some modest and na?ve blasphemy. It reminds me of my grandmother, she was so sweet and loving; she also tried to think, and she said such silly things, and she was such a racist.. No Ennui mon cher, I'll tell you how to think. You read a book on The Phenomenology of Hermeneutics or the concept of the Dasein in the early Heidegger, you remember the difficult words (no real need to understand them), you choose an opponent and you crush him with your science. Why bother us at all with your simple reasonings, with your awkward conclusions? One must shine here, one must win the disputatio, it's victory or the stake! It's obvious why your posting has so few replies, what is personal, problematic or important to somebody simply doesn't matter here (in his "answer" I see Jgweed clean his monocle). In the "Briefe an Kant" a woman in crisis writes to the Great Philosopher, she feels she's in big trouble but she has quite some difficulty with spelling; after all it's the 18th century and illiteracy is widespread. Now the Great Philosopher gets really horny! He sends her a discourse five times as long as her letter, choosing each word with great care, making it impossible to understand for her, completely irrelevant to her, thinking the woman herself completely out of the equation (jaja, das Moralische bei Kant... ). No help from him, no listening, no merci, not even a gentle correction or some useful education, just his own bombastic egotrip. A fortiori no dialogue, why should he even listen to her, after all he knows best. Conclusion: to be a philosopher here you must be smiling and cooperative. Walk around, see the wacko's (waw, what an Ego), and then save yourself, get the hell outta here. I'm thinking about doing that. Of course I send everybody my thanks. it was sooo exciting, so fulfilling. Yees yees...