I have a sneaking suspicion about “Post Modernism.”
It’s not the real post modernism.
Now, I have no doubt, that we will one day see past the modern age, and maybe the future is quite beautiful.
But to look at the whole edifice of human accomplishment, and say, this is untrue, without cause or justification, because you can, and you indeed can, anyone can, screams more of an inability to add to it or see past it, than it does the to the credulity of the construction itself.
IF nothing than because it derives from the most childish impulse in all of philosophy, to say that there is no truth or wisdom, and that is the truth, and that is wisdom. Even if it were not contradictory, it would be an embarrassment. As if to go to a baker to seek bread, and they were to say, “There is no bread, and that’s the bread.” OR to go to a doctor and seek healing and they were to say “There is no healing, and that’s the healing.”
Thanks, but I’d rather go to a baker and buy real bread, and go to a doctor and find real healing.
And when we see post modernism in actuality, I feel it will look quite similar, except where ours is devoid of substance and meaning, indeed, almost all semblance of beauty, the real post modernists will have those things, and whatever the former had.