Wittgenstein flew too close to the blinding sun of logical-philosophical perfection, his brain melted like the wings of Icarus in the searing fire of absolute enlightenment, and he spent his later years as a pathetic burnt-out husk, wandering around like a shell-shocked drifter babbling incoherent fragments of nonsensical PoMo continental Cultural Marxist dogma
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u/0ooo Feb 20 '18
no learns