the internet's contents, millions of blogs, words words words infinitely increasing, can not but present an impossible horizon of variety. but, as to depth, a verticality in the great horizontality...
for someone truly in a "Steppenwolfian" state, achievement of level, relation to the world -- and not as some self-romanticization or bravado -- the isolation and aloneliness can only be relieved by what Hesse had Harry Haller describe as the golden thread amidst the mundane and satisfied middling -- by pursuits, studies, observations...that give some insight into the (possibly meaningless) human condition, world and life.
in medias res...the one-volume Frank bio Dostoyevky, readings of the history of "the Sixties", et al, are the kind of unworldly fare that makes it possible to survive in this world. as a "Steppenwolf".
so that philosophy is less a practice of dying, than trying to live in another world while confined embodied to this one. even if the "other world" does not (of a certainty) exist.
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