Is there such a thing as an idiot’s philosophy? Or does idiocy always fall short of philosophy? Can you philosophise from your idiocy – or do you have to philosophise against it?
Our questions. The questions of idiots. But are the question of idiots idiotic questions?
Our wager: that we might have something to say as idiots – as philosophical idiots. But we don’t know how – or why. We’re too idiotic for that.
Philosophical idiocy – is it the same as idiotic philosophy? The same thing? The idiocy of philosophy and the philosophy of idiocy: what’s the difference?
Are we fundamental idiots, or just idiots? How deep is our idiocy – that’s the question. How far down does it go?
The dimensions of our idiocy. How far does it extend? What does it include? What does it enclose?
Work in Progress 