Nature has selected us as the inheritors of its practice; that is, by way of human creativity, nature extends past itself to find itself once more under the eternally renewed light of tyché’s novel poíimata. Yet, by dethroning Gaia, we have proclaimed our sovereignty in Existence as a result of an inexhaustible obsession with tekné –a motivation to manipulate one’s environment stemming from the Will to Power’s rape of Curiosity, resulting in the hubristic pseudo-sapiens desire of becoming the masters of matter and time, forgetting that the only desire we should truly have is that of mastering our own psyches.
Metaphysics, as it stands in the universe and in our interpretation, allows for little to be learned about itself unless we are willing to exit the parameters of language that our thigmotropic philosophy depends on to find light in the phototropistic fray of ideas that characterizes each interpretation’s attempt to hold any fragment of Truth. Without language, like an atrophied man without his cane, Philosophy will fall with nothing to hold on to. Because metaphysics is unable to overcome the dialectic of human consciousness by way of words, epistemology is the only key that can open amphoras filled with questions worthy of meditation and inquiry.
Finally, once the philosopher transcends metaphysics and epistemology, he runs the risk of becoming a psychagogue –here, philosophers encounter ethics and start experimenting with morality; ethics, more than a key to knowledge, is the key to living (well), by striving for sophrosyne between ‘I’ and ‘my circumstance’. It is true that ethics are sometimes indistinguishable from practical metaphysics; or, embodied epistemics, where, all three are actually an aesthetic practice which may appear as mystical, but is psychological at heart (i.e., secularly mystical).
Contending with reality to achieve axiological purity seems to be fundamental to the telos of humanity, becoming psychologically manifest in an optimal ‘affect ratio’, or, in the embodiment of a genuine human experience –one which we are all entitled to uncover after the exodus out of our mothers’ uteri, in favor of culture’s womb. The naïvely eidetic impotence that we are lead to feel by comparing our existential fetal-position in society, with the freedom and power of ‘the Mother’, leaves us with the choice of either surrendering at the feet of our self-imposed demise, or spitting in its mouth with saliva that tastes of Truth and Novelty.