| | >Jeanine (I mean, Pyrophora--no, I mean Heraclitia--or rather, >Pythagoras)-
LOL! My identity is an epistemologist's nightmare. 'Jeanine' is not, of course, my legal name. I have at least 3 correct names in various variants. If I do get a legal name, it may not be Jeanine. It's not my dressing up (nor my trashing down) name either. And it only gets worse from there.
But I then I think that the ego is an a contingent object of consciousness. I think Sartre proved it beyond reasonable doubt, anyway.
I'll add Heraclitia to my appellations. Besides, 'Pyrophora' isn't as neatly classical as it looks, and I could use a Hellenic name in good standing. As the good natural philosopher just said, the way up and the way down are one and the same.
But you shouldn't figure me for a Pythagorean, any more than for a neo-Platonist or Gnostic... I just said there are congruences. The line of thought usually identified as 'Platonic' which Rand called 'mysticism'- for which she's laughed at, and wrongly, by mainstream historians of philosophy, really descends from Pythagoras (and Parmenides, and Empedocles), who borrowed his imagery from the 'Orphics' and his mathematics from their Near Eastern equivalents. I don't support copyright laws, and don't object to his xeroxing... but they could at least give credit where credit's due (Plato, at least, did... see the Ion and Symposium). Especially when they were graceless enough to fuck with the lyrics after pirating it, perfect Mort Liddy style. Then they got the rip-off junk mass-marketed by pandering to the LCD (as their chief salesman confessed in print). It's a familiar story that still gets me burning occasionally.
It's Pythagoras who owes me a name or two, not the other way around. I'll take payment in hard or soft currency, thank you.
As for Nietzsche, he desires no followers! "Go away from me and say you never heard of Zarathusra... Do not follow me, follow yourself!" I respect Nietzsche too much to swear his oaths. I can profess I've sworn no allegiances, public or private, to the dancing philosopher. Nor to Zarathustra or Ahura Mazda, for that matter.
And no, I'm no metalhead... the closest I come is some appreciation for Aerosmith and Rage. I will be on the lookout for Ratt though, and thank you for the recomendation. Actually, it is a very personal gift, for the aesthetically like minded to help in breaking me in to a new genre. You have my sincere intellectual gratitude.
Like I said... I'm no metalhead... I confess I'm inspired on the ~far~ other side of the musical spectrum. I go for Joni Mitchell, Indigo Girls, Tori Amos, Sarah McLaughlan. Sappy music. I have some Lilith Fair tapes, even if the organizers are bigoted cretins. But perhaps I can offer the following to disclose the same universals in different particulars (sorry for the moderate realism... but then I am a peripatetik, ain't I?):
"For the seasons, they go round and round,
as the painted ponies go and up and down.
we're captured on the ~Carousel of Time~.
We can't return, we can ~only~ look,
behind
from
where
we
came.
And go 'round
and 'round
and 'round
In the circle game." (Joni Mitchell, L.o.t.C.)
Oh, and your deep interpretations are fine;
like Roark, "walk naked in full sunlight".
"cave beare"!
Heraclitia, Logical girl
P.S. On beans. Msr. Pythagoras followed the Orphics; beans are unholy, evil, nasty things. It became a peculiarity of many of the ancient authors who followed Pythagoras... you have to read the original texts to get a sense at how upset many philosophers got about the whole bean-eating thing... it was the Hellenic equivalent of Jewish fights over kosher laws. It makes much more sense in the original context. (I have got to swear off Mexican food)
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