04/01/2013
How much truth is there in Thoth, the Egyptian
deity who was the scribe of the gods and accordingly made their rulings known
to man? For some have thought Thoth and Truth to be one and the same, as though
he were akin to Christ.
Those who come down from the mountain may
embrace the world, but they will never climb the hill (of Calvary) that leads
to the (Golgotha-like) other-world … of Heaven, with which God is One, since,
to speak metaphorically, the candlelight and the candle-flame are essentially
one and the same, the light (of God/Truth) simply being the flame (of
Heaven/Joy) perceived from the outside by those who would rather worship the
light than experience the flame, since otherwise engaged.
One does not become a leading philosopher
overnight but rather over, if not after, several decades. Philosophers are
made, not born; for the philosopher, when true, is the most reborn, or
transvaluated (to use a Nietzschean term), of individuals and therefore the
least 'once-born', for whom a certain reluctance towards writing, or recording
his thoughts, would not be uncharacteristic.
Indeed, it may well be that the Philosopher is
the most reluctant of writers, the one who views writing as a 'necessary evil'
in order that thought of the highest calibre may be recorded and, hopefully or
theoretically, made available if not to all, then at least to some others of a
like high-minded disposition who may be able to profit from it and even
introduce aspects of it into the world generally, thereby contributing to
progress towards otherworldly transcendence.
There are no limits to the scope of my
philosophical genius. Philosophically speaking, I have left nothing, absolutely
nothing, to be desired. And still they know little or nothing about me. Nor, in
a sense, do they know very much about themselves, either.
So long as Beauty, or the Beautiful, continues
to dominate the world, there can be no place for Truth. For Truth, conceived
metaphysically, is a pariah from the standpoint of Beauty and its wish to
arrogate Truth, or what passes for truth in its estimation, to itself.
If Truth is to triumph, Beauty must be
dethroned. But Beauty can only be dethroned by Truth coming into its
otherworldly own – assuming, for the sake of argument, that were possible. For
it is indeed a 'tall order' in a world dominated by the Beautiful, as by
beautiful women and the more picturesque aspects of Nature, quite apart from
the extent to which civilization chooses to identify with the Beautiful and to
emulate, on comparatively artificial terms, whatever is naturally beautiful.