The Philosopher as ‘man of the future’
is always at odds with the past.
But his real adversary is the present ideal…
He cannot count himself a friend of current knowledge
but rather assumes the garb of ‘cantankerous fool’,
and becomes a poser of leading questions,
the bad conscience of an age!
His originality lies just beneath the surface
of the hypocrisy, indolence and falshood
of contemporary mores…
Consequently he constantly refuses to be banished
to the dreary dead-ends so beloved of our modern sensibility.
Is such originality today possible?