Monday, September 16, 2013
The Owls are Loud Tonight
I can hear them even though I have a fan on high. It seems that they are actually shouting at each other. A fierce disagreement among the wise, perhaps. The Owl of Minerva spreads her wings only at dusk, and yet it is well past dusk. It is, in fact, an hour before the bewitching hour, and yet the philosophers are still not taking flight but are bogged down in a whooping dispute. History is not over. Yet. So, fuck you, Hegel!