Livia combed the European philosophy conferences for us! For our kind! Deliberately! Purposefully! No one else would do!
She came to the European philosophy conferences with a Mission! With a Purpose! She knew what she wanted. What to avoid. He wanted nothing to do with the careerists. Nothing to do with the out-for-their-own-glory types. Nothing to do with the academic mountaineers.
Us! Only us! Ony we would do! Only us, in our combination. Only us, her future Z-team. It was UK European philosophy idiots assemble, or nothing. Only us! Only we would do!
Livia’s instincts. Livia’s hatred! Livia’s love! led her right to us.
She Knew. She Realised. She Guessed. She had Faith! And Love! And Hope!
And who were we to be? What were we to become, in Livia’s plan? How were we to be moved, on Livia’s chessboard? What role would we have, in Livia’s passion play?
Livia’s heart! Livia’s greatsouledness. Livia’s magnanimity! Livia’s expansiveness. Livia’s character. Livia’s breadth. Livia’s soul – so wide, so great. Livia’s lifeforce!
Work in Progress 