Is our will forever relativized to the march of infinite time? Is the weight of endless number always heavier than our desire? Since I was young I have had a tirelessly frustrated vision of a life worth living. Is something like that worth speaking until the last syllable of a recorded life?
If not, then—what else to say?
Kant proposed that the noumenon of [ought] could be described as several elements:
-the idea of a free agent, capable of making a promise and avoiding a lie
-a transcendent will to universal action that supplants utilitarian considerations
-other free agents that we value as such, rather than as objects for whom respect is prudent
This is not meant to describe any living creature that has ever actually lived in such a manner. A noumenon is an object of thought only, not something that is ever given in experience. It is the sum of the series, the unifying abstract principle that communicates to others a poetry of experiences and hopes. Nothing more. Nothing less.
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