Humble Thyself, Oh Spirit

Hegel was such a good protestant. He recognizes that communities make moral rules for themselves and they are un-reflectively certain about what those rules are and how to apply them. "That's just how we do things around here," after all. It's just obvious. And some people are just going to do whatever they want anyways, and then talk a good game, appealing to the communities rules in their speech alone.

And others are going to look at those 'evil' people and say, "hey, you're breaking the rules! and worse, you're appealing to the rules to try to say that you aren't!" The problem is, the people making that judgment are so concerned with their own moral purity that they only ever talk about the rules anyways. They never do anything, good or bad, for fear of sullying their morally pristine souls. Their 'beautiful souls.'

So, the 'evil' person looks at the judging person and sees the they aren't that different from themselves. They are just another person hoping that talking about morality is the same as actually being moral. So, they confess to the judging person;

"yeah, I'm evil and hypocritical...just like you."

and it turns out that the only way out of this little conflict is for each person to be humble and recognize that they are only an aspect of the Truth, the Truth that resides in communities. In doing so, they can forgive the other and be reconciled to them. and then the spirit of the community can be itself in a truly human way.

But the answer is humility and forgiveness.

Hegel isn't wrong about that.

In other news, girls at Boston College need to figure out that those weird heavy leggings/stretch pants things are not to be worn as outerwear. Under a skirt: fine. Even a really, really short skirt or a long, crotch-covering t-shirt is better than full-on youthful ass exposure. I'm trying to learn here!

Skinny jeans tucked into these new-fangled, wellington-style fitted galoshes; ADORIBLE. I approve. w/ a trench coat and knit scarf? EXCELLENT.

And for fuck's sake, let's not let the sweat-pants leave the gym or the apartment, plz? Either gender, really.

I'd like to, at this point, thank the internet for easing procrastination so elegantly. Kant and Girard and Fichte are justifiably ignored at the moment, and its all thanks to you! Keep up the good work, World Wide Web!

Also, (speaking of distractions) I got a new David Milch lecture, except this one is on DVD. I haven't watched all of it yet, but I'm excited to digest more of his excellence. I also got a wicked awesome CD by Bring Me The Horizon. They might really hate women, but they are really good at metal. Good thing most of the lyrics aren't at all intelligible. Otherwise I'd feel dirty.

That'll do for now. I'm taking someone cute to see them light up the Christmas tree downtown after class tonight. There will be hot chocolate involved. God help me, there will be hot chocolate.

*update* Date got canceled. Baking cookies cures disappointment paralysis. I hope. *update*