Here's the thing. At the very, very beginning: There is no such thing as Being. It's all Phenomena. Being as anything in itself is a mistake/illusion of grammar and syntax, which is harder not to be duped by in German than in English. Ontology is impossible--or, simply, twaddle. I like "Authenticity," however--and admit that the German word for it is even more satisfyingly self/subject-oriented--and I confess that, in my capacity as a Buddhist Proselyte, what I strive most to nurture, foster, discover is, exactly, Authenticity in Humankind and the World. Quite as if (I believed that) it existed.
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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