These ponderings attempt to let themselves be appropriated by the event. (Beiträge zur Philosophie (Vom Ereignis), Martin Heidegger, 1936–38/1989)
Monday, February 26, 2018
that owl of minerva never did fly up
old hegel said, somewhere, long ago, that china, through its thousands years of "precious" history of successive dynasties, there was ONLY one person who is free, guess what, whose name is the emperor, who owns EVERYTHING, including your life and death, i.e. how you live, how you die, how you think, how you dare not think, how you laugh, how you confess, how you eat, how you starve, how you dream, how you remember, how you forget, they say, when one dies, one's soul weights 21 grams, 21 g x 14 billion = ? kg, tell me, now, feb 26, 2018, am 3:08, sitting in the dark night, you are sure that odd owl has missed the twilight, was shot down, and never did fly up, after all,