This week, I realized that to succeed in my philosophy career, I don’t need to become an extra-smart philosopher like Ken Wilber, Michel Foucault, Martin Heidegger, Jean-Paul Sartre, Friedrich Nietzsche, or Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel. Life has become a bit easier!
I cannot change the situation in this century. All I can do is debut with a potential bestseller, get rich, and then publish the philosophical treatise of my dreams, which will only be appreciated by distant descendants.
ОтветитьУдалитьI don't want to write fiction anymore. I don't want to associate myself with this century. Only nonfiction — philosophy, literary criticism, and science popularization.
ОтветитьУдалитьI was thinking about Ludwig van Beethoven, Friedrich Nietzsche, and Emil Cioran today. The latter two are like imperfect copies of Beethoven: Nietzsche is not as deep, and Cioran is not as smart.
ОтветитьУдалитьThe same is true of Philip Glass, Ken Wilber, and me.
Would I have decided fourteen years ago to try to create the best philosophy in the world if my life had truly been prosperous? If I had had no childhood psychological trauma, possessed good looks, excellent health, a million dollars in my bank account, and citizenship in a civilized democratic country? Definitely not. What one of the fortunate few would willingly take on work associated with an almost fifty percent risk of suicide? I’m glad that this spring I finally created the philosophy of my dreams, along with a plan for its debut.
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