Philosophy is Dead

Philosophy, correctly understood, has died; its spirit has been replaced with "philologia", or "philognosis" -- "love of learning" and "love of knowledge" respectively -- but has kept the skin of the old word, meaning, as is known, "love of wisdom". These things are generally power-based -- the individual wants to know as much, to learn as much, to compare himself with the man next to him; but not in every case. Nevertheless, wisdom has died in philosophy, just as the soul has died in psychology. It has died, and it continues to die new deaths the moments when it is presumed that it can be taught. We have abandoned our intellectual health, for we have abandoned the pure/practical-reason synthesis, and taken to absorbing ourselves almost completely in the former; and what is wisdom but the concrete application of principles that are relevant to living life? The individual who studies the philosophers is typically not doing it to learn how to adapt his soul to the rythym of the universe, but for various goals that fall short of the attempt: to impress his friends, to impress himself, to find a teaching position, to learn how to solve particular deep problems to learn how to forego them and thereby leave philosophy on the floor -- there is no innate love for wisdom; there is no existential growth; there is no suffering for its sake, there is no rejoicing over it and its fruits; in short, there is no -- dancing!

Thus no wonder it tends to repel everyone these days. A conglmoration of impenetrable jargon. Nothing practical.