Hundreds of years later, and Thomas Sowell reads like the Enlightenment thinkers. This is well done…5 minutes out of your daily 4-hr TEEVEE budget, no commercials. It’s a reading.
Some times, I just want to toss my hands in the air and declare resignation and hopelessness (that’s a link to a comment thread where the most important thing is “feelings” based precisely on what this video talks about essentially, should you have the slightest intellectual spark in your being.)
“Civilization” has created billions of people who, because they have connived and maneuvered a ways and means to live at the expense of others, actually feel pride about it and rely on words strung together that sound as music to fellow cannibals. And that’s why I want to see soup lines. When everything else fails, starvation will cure everything, provided people don’t resort to non-metaphorical cannibalism.
The inherent difficulty in posting something like this is that the words Thomas Sowell uses fall very largely on deaf ears, which is to say, on ears literally incapable of comprehending them in their integrated context—both socially and historically. And I say that as a “victim” myself…because after I graduated HS and college, then went off to Japan for five years, ended up in France, and only then took it upon myself to really read and really understand the Enlightenment philosophers (and ancient, such as Aristotle, Socrates, etc. and moderns as well), it was initially as though I was reading Greek. I recall specifically and early on, reading the introduction to Ayn Rand’s The Virtue of Selfishness, and having to read it over and over because I simply could not grasp the Witch Doctor and Attila metaphors, and the juxtaposition (force, feelings…yin, yang; balance, counter-balance in a political context; or, mystics of spirit and mystics of muscle).
I just persisted. And it all snapped together in an instant, rather like when I was learning French a year earlier; totally failing hopelessly for two solid months and then literally from one day to the next, carrying on a conversation—overnight, like magic. So, please dismiss my dig at general society: because you don’t have to be like that, a subject of my dismay, resignation, hopelessness. I was just like anyone I’m ridiculing now, and I’ve only earned the right of ridicule because I recognized it in myself 20 years ago and cured it myself; I’m telling everyone how it goes in my style of telling.
All you really essentially require is insatiable curiosity. If you don’t have that, nobody can help you, including yourself.