Fortunate Are Those Who Misunderstand You, Because Whoever Understands You Shares Your Misery And Despair

Fortunate are those who misunderstand you, because whoever understands you shares your misery and despair

Hoh Rainforest Mid-January, Olympic National Park, Washington

Photo credit: Jim Hagen https://www.facebook.com/jim.hagen.756/

The true leaders of the world are at home in their graves.

Ernst Junger, A German officer in occupied Paris, 23 November 1941

When something is right—right in the highest sense—it must not be demonstrable, it must be debatable. We mortals must strive for it in configurations that are accessible but not absolutely attainable. This then leads to areas where imponderable rather than quantifiable concepts honor the master and produce the artistic urge. Here it is especially the service to, and with, the word that enthralls me—that subtlest of efforts that takes the word to the dividing line that separates it from the ineffable. This also contains a longing for the correct dimensions according to which the universe was created, and which the reader should see through the word as through a window.

Ernst Junger, A German officer in occupied Paris, 18 July 1943

“…Being itself is the source of contingency. Being is nothing other than a side effect of the transfinite, nontotalizable plurality of fields of sense. Being, thus, is not conceived in terms of something given in advance, it is not some metaphysical entity behind or beyond appearance. There is no underlying reality, because there is only a plurality of fields of sense. […] Being is manifold. However, this plurality is not quantifiable, but is rather a plurality of fields of sense, each which simulates an origin, hints at something that cannot be given to any particular field of sense.”

— Markus Gabriel, ‘Transcendental Ontology'