The banal is beautiful.
Being happy is awesome. I mean, who doesn’t want to be happy? On the other hand, to be happy is to be dependent on what’s happening.
All thinking is tropic.
What is it we want from television, not to mention art, philosophy, poetry, literature, film, the world in general?
As far as the social and political is concerned, I feel I have done well living as a non-fascist.
No doubt, such an inclination can lead to a certain anti-intellectualism. Which, I have to say, is not necessarily a bad thing per se.
Nietzsche tells us that the greatest question of philosophy is nutrition: What do you eat? What makes you the healthiest, feeling the best? What do you most desire in your mouth, in your belly?
I took a modern art history class in college in which I learned the least about images, even if I did learn some good things.
As Derrida would say: there is no raw food, no culture without writing, no pure humanity.
Habit has a way of breaking down, especially as you age.