The book needed two attempts at it. The first time i stopped at the end of the first chapter, thinking it to be a lot of intellectual rubbish. Some time time later I tried it again, still found it written to complicated but conveying quite a lot of good points.
Sadly I spilled some food on the book which in turn led to it stinking to high heavens. I still feel guilty for throwing the book away, but after some days of quarantine that was the only way out.. A shame that it wasn’t fascinating enough to be bought again.
The only remainder of the book is a small note in my notebook:
“The loss of faith in objectivism often brings a temporary decay of subjective concern”. Apart from the missing proof for this claim it leads me to a disturbing problem: do so many of us need an external moral authority to lead their life?
Even more, or rather especially, if that authority will never come around to test you. To think and judge for oneself is hard, it demands of staying at least partially interesting and informed. While that should be the task of every citizen, it’s far easier to delegate it to the given authorities. Through playing sheep and following blindly we can only expect to watch the world burn. At least we’ve got front row seats for that.
And it’s Samhain again, time to think about the ones passed on.
