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Ideality -- From Plato to HegelHow to make sense of the world around? The diversity of objects, of people, of shades?For Plato, they are but the material realization of Ideas: the changing, imperfect, illusory world we see and experience is but a mere and poor copy of an invisible, unchanging world of Ideas. What do red apples, red blood and a red carpet share? Red-ness, the Idea of red, something eternal, pure, immaterial that exists in the world of ideas and is embodied, imperfectly, in such diverse things as apples, blood or carpets. Similarly, an apple is merely the imperfect realization of the Apple, some perfect kind of fruit. Because it is real, any concrete thing is imperfect, perishable, accidental. But because it borrows from the shape you can get the Idea of the Apple in any apple. Looking for perfection, for stability, for eternity, Plato argues this is the world we should care about, the only meaningful one.And this powerful idea was a long lasting one. Some religions built on that to justify
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About poetry - III"Now, expressing the difficulty, saying the difficulty of saying, isn't enough to get over it ; quite the contrary. First of all, it isn't saying from which language, from which speaking instance this difficulty is said. Who notices, who expresses the difficulty? It cannot be done in the unattainable and wild silence of madness, nor simply in the language of the jailer, that is to say classical Reason [...]" — Jacques Derrida, Cogito et Histoire de la Folie, in L'écriture et la différence.When looking at a painting, a flat, black & white, impressionist painting, we never see a person that exists. Yet we accept the metaphor, so deeply that one comes to talk about that person as if she had emotions, to talk about this flat painting's shadows as if they had depths. Our imagination fills inbetween the brush strokes, we see that Kanizsa triangle. But the "triangle" isn't there. It simply doesn't exist.One would make a terrible mistake if one thought Poetry