We like our continental philosophy making vast doomy pronouncements. About the change of epoch. About epochal shifts. About civilizational change. About the West in general. About the doom of the West! And our doom! Doom in general! Omni-doom!
We like our European philosophy to be pathos-rich. To be full of great, dark moods. Of Angst! Of dread! All that kinda stuff.
We like our European philosophy written in high style. Grandiose, if possible. Written as if it mattered. As if people were reading. As if there was a still a literary culture – which there still is, over there, in continental Europe. Written as if there were still people to read that kind of thing. Not, like secondary commentaries.
We like our European philosophy heady. High minded. Written for clever, clever people.
We like our continental thought to be about Great Things. About Time. And Space. And Politics. And the End of the World. And anything about the messiah is a bonus.
We like our European philosophies to be about vast, world-changing things. About events so vast …. They dwarf everything. About events so diffuse, you can barely tell that they’re happening. Events so subtle, yet so profound that only a European philosopher can tell that they’re going on.
Vast things. Enormous things. World-encompassing things. Things that break over the face of the world, like solar winds. Things through which the whole world turns. The whole earth …
Work in Progress 