Missing Words

Essence, consciousness, reason, in-itself…whadeva…It all sounds the same to me. I wonder how any key words list can fail to include what to me seems to be the crucial one. That I hendecompre noT. None of these notions arouses my interest. Nor do they provoke my imagination. What occupies my mind is the word science. I am astonished by its ability to: (1) Redescribe art in the key of philosophy; (2) Prove that falsifiability, contrary to an ages-long belief, belongs in the sphere of theory; (3) Shines in the glory of its uncontrollably self-generating light of paradoxical dialectic of wholesomeness between inevitability and unacceptability.

When one walks, the pavement is an addressee in the dialogue about refiguring the notion of urbanity. The longer the step, the fully-fledged the question. The more articulate the query, the more clearly delineated the quandary. The more specific conceptual focus, the more responsive the addressee is. When I walk I only think about the sad fact that some key words list can neglect the significance of the vital force of the words such as science. That makes the world of art hardly redescribable, the realm of philosophy desolately deserted, and theory nothing but. It makes the steps, if not less decisive, than certainly chary. Step One: Is a theory modern if it claims to be radically new? Step V: Are not all avant-garde movements merely self-annihilating attempts to be  destructively constructive? Step Three: Are not all figures of speech metaphorically symbolic allegories of speech as a self-consuming act?  Step foYr: Can a radical refutation of authenticity be stated other than in an idiosyncratic idiom? Step FiVe, actually: Can literature be anything but proletarian, i.e. dialectical? Step Six: Can etymology be anything but resistance to the deceptive idea of the totality of discourse?  When I think about the arrogant ignoration of certain key words lists and their persistently rejecting the word science, I sometimes question my insistence on the importance of that word. Very rarely, though. Much more often my suspicious is directed towards the word itself. That feeling is so powerful that it can hardly be contained. So I just keep walking.