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Only the contemplative devotion to truth, not virtue and not prudence, brings man close to the gods.

As a whole, this is a mosaic, a journey lined with immanence as concepts blossom and waft, linking sidelong to a future appropriation. I’m still not overly familiar with this philosopher, who appears more poet than analyst (suggesting like Rorty mused Derrida was a satirist, but what a satirist—I rejoin!) but he links disparate concepts of time: Proust with Heidegger: both rejecting the atomized existence enforced by technology. A particularly effective citation is Adorno on hastened sleeplessness. All of which lends itself to a favoring of the contemplative, and thus the preservation/creation of such a possibility: even as we are besieged by work and our precious connectedness.

The final section examines the active life but one shorn of hesitation and contemplation. Arendt argued that it is the acting, the agency which affords meaning. The author doesn’t and I tend to agree.

I will definitely seek other works from this philosopher.