perhaps we should call this day, “Philosopher’s day”
in 1844 Friedrich Nietzsche was born and on this day in 1926
Michel Foucault was also born……
we cannot describe 20th century philosophy without referencing
those two men…
in my youth, as all youth should be, I was a good Nietzschean….
I believed with the fervor of all good believers that I and I alone was
the “ubermensch” and the crowd, the crowd were all sheep……
and I and I alone knew the “truth” about everything…ah,
the certainty of youth… where everything was black and white,
good and evil……
I alone knew the secrets of the gods and thus, I became a god…
what I couldn’t understand was why didn’t everyone bow down to my
obvious superiority… it was a mystery to me… and perhaps, perhaps
not so much of a mystery today…
as for Foucault, he didn’t influence me the way Nietzsche did…
I read a few of Foucault book’s but they didn’t rock my world
as Nietzsche did…
I find it interesting that Foucault died from a “modern” disease, AIDS,
not from cancer or any sort of “bourgeoisie” cause of death…
anyway… Happy Philosopher’s day to you…
Kropotkin