Sacred hope has left me (cross-posted)

Derrida wrote about the authority of the written word. To see that so manifested more literal than he perhaps had in mind with actual governmental policy being decided via social media and regular people having their lives upturned for saying the wrong thing the mob didn’t like. It has become so exaggerated and prevalent to just be post-structuralism. This is something else entirely. I suppose it is some form of ‘performance’ blending with the consequences of capitalist fetishism. I really wish Václav Havel was here, in his prime, to school people on absurdism in political structures.

I used to be so full of hope. I in fact called it “sacred hope.” I was a great problem solver. Now everything is so tentative. It is difficult to see solutions when one feels that conflict resolution is a dead science. It’s like I’m sitting the short end of an absurdly long rectangular table. And I can see hope as a cup on the opposite end of the table. I can’t reach it, but I can see it. There is writing on the cup of hope, but the print is too small from me to read at this distance. For some reason I am not allowed to get up and walk to the other side of the long table. There is no way to get to the cup of hope.