I’m good at idiocy, that’s the thing. Even as I’m good for nothing else.
You’re not idiots. At least, not like me. I’m the idiot. I’m Cicero’s fool.
She’s been cultivating me. To write about her. And us. And all of this. To write my idiot’s book about idiocy. To sing my idiot’s song. To write my idiot words.
This is the world’s first department of philosophical idiocy.
You’ve heard of the death of God. Well, this is the death of philosophy. Philosophy’s had enough.
So it just rolled over and died?
We’ve murdered philosophy. Philosophy died of disgust. When it saw us, would-be philosophers, trying to philosophise. When it saw what we’d done to European thought, philosophy … just … killed itself.
Which means we killed philosophy. We’re murderers. The blood of philosophy froths on our knives.
I actually blame you most of all, Shiva. You’re not just any old idiot. You’re Cicero’s idiot-in-chief. Like, idiocy prime. The number one idiot in all the world. You’re part of her murder philosophy plan.
Cicero had a murder philosophy plan?
The way you can tell whether you an idiot is to run up against something really difficult. And that’s philosophy. Philosophy has a special place for idiots. Because it’s so hard.
An idiot of philosophy. Philosophy’s own idiot.
What kind of philosophy does an idiot do? What does an idiot philosophy look like?
The philosophical idiot has a special role.
Do idiots despair over their idiocy?
Not true idiots, perhaps. But you’re a special kind of idiot.
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