Madness: a form of love

*the proceeding paragraphs are intended merely as an inspirational speech, with no intent to provoke hatred or (terribly vulgar) political action of any kind - only steely self-love in all the disowned, most spat upon and despised parts of ourselves and the determination, resolve and beatific self-realization that has the potential to make possible* *** It is the most hated and hateful men who society instinctively looks to for leadership. Though at first the herd respond with resistance, they already sense his superior strength, and this apparent reluctance is merely a socio-biological mechanism by which they test its authenticity and further temper it, like a sword in a smithy, to finest steel. Thus, today, we see that the only real players still vying for popular consciousness and approval, for our future, are Trump and the Far Left (as a group), respectively the most hated and the most hateful. All the rest are paper tigers. Nobody really cares about any of them. (Hilar

Globalist puppet supreme,  Coldly, rationally, calculatingly steering us towards ruin And disaster, for the sake of narrow, immediate gain.  Waging phony wars to keep up the charade, It must be so funny being in his shoes.  Such charming and utter cynicism.  They themselves are the biggest, the grandest of illusions, And yet they live with none. It sure beats some creepy circus show, These world-historical mannequins.  Perfect nihilists. World rotating around his empty core. What energy and gusto they have to carry on the act. That's true heroism. No wonder they are not unpartial to a round of applause.  One genuine, naive social activist, a modern day  Martin Luther King came before the secret court: 'The Patriot Act' had him on terrorist conspiracy: "Gee, what do you expect, man?" thinks Barack.  "Hey, I was raised with nothin'." "Am I my brother's keeper?" "I came from dirt, man."  "Don't expect me to tidy up after

This  essay is a rendition, mostly word for word, of Leo Strauss' (a Jewish emigre American scholar-philosopher influenced by Nietzsche) own writings on the subject. It is primarily intended to make his thought, which I believe to be largely true and important, available to a new or wider audience; occasionally though, I have made additions or alterations  at certain points in order to offer some of my own reflections, which appear in bold. PLATO 427-347 B. C. Thirty-five dialogues and thirteen letters have come down to us as Platonic writings, not all of which are now regarded as genuine. Some scholars go so far as to doubt that any of the letters is genuine. It seems then Plato never speaks to us in his own name, for in his dialogues only his characters pseak. Why Plato proceeded in this manner is not easy to say. Perhaps he doubted there can be a philosophic teaching proper, and, too, thought like his master Socrates that philosophy is in the last analysis knowledge of ig