No Since collective does not care about us. Avoiding collective and doing good for family and self is better. Collectives ignore individualism. Tribalism trumps the self.
The Poetic arts would have us feel our understandings, not just think them out like equations. Can we truely see the world without the imagination? Without a poem to interpret it? The poetic form forces us to reimagine our own ideas beyond objects or rules or the maxims of philosophy. The greatest poems ring like questions asked to a living being instead of a law or rule to be followed by society. It seems this loss of poetic interpretation and practice has left us with only legal and clinical responses to our lives. This philosophy & poetry topic reminds me of Nietzsche’s Zarathustra’s thoughts on it that always makes me laugh: “I cast my net into [the Poets] sea, and meant to catch good fish, but always did I draw up the head of some ancient God. Thus did the sea give a stone to the hungry one.”
Yes, I love philosophical language because it is "always flirting with the unknown", contemplation of the dynamic mystery of Creation.
Wonderful ! I'd like to contribute a thoughtful word or two...
Can the individual be saved by the collective? 🤔
No
Since collective does not care about us.
Avoiding collective and doing good for family and self is better.
Collectives ignore individualism. Tribalism trumps the self.
The Poetic arts would have us feel our understandings, not just think them out like equations. Can we truely see the world without the imagination? Without a poem to interpret it? The poetic form forces us to reimagine our own ideas beyond objects or rules or the maxims of philosophy. The greatest poems ring like questions asked to a living being instead of a law or rule to be followed by society. It seems this loss of poetic interpretation and practice has left us with only legal and clinical responses to our lives.
This philosophy & poetry topic reminds me of Nietzsche’s Zarathustra’s thoughts on it that always makes me laugh:
“I cast my net into [the Poets] sea, and meant to catch good fish, but always did I draw up the head of some ancient God.
Thus did the sea give a stone to the hungry one.”