Didn’t they know who they were dealing with? We’ve read the philosophical books! We’ve tried to think philosophical thoughts. We’re inheritors of philosophy, in our own way. God knows, we’re even guardians of it, philosophy.
Oh maybe crappy ones. Unscholarly ones. Even idiotic ones. But nevertheless. There’s a direct apostolic line from Socrates to us! From the guys in the Upanishads to us! From Confucius to us!
We stand in the tradition! We’re legatees of philosophy! Guardians of it.
Who did they think they were dealing with? Who did they think we were? They had no idea, obviously. And perhaps they didn’t know. Perhaps only the higher-ups know, and perhaps not even them. The higher ups’ higher ups: that’s the level. Up there in the Control Room. That’s where they sit: high above everything.
Perhaps that’s our secret weapon: that they underestimate us. That they don’t know who we are. What we are! That they don’t know philosophy and its history. Its martyrs.
Work in Progress 