Beyond its undeniable didactic function, it would seem that writing has questionable value, other than to advertise one’s self, or to publicize one’s personal experience or opinion. Since the accuracy of one’s opinion is inherently dubious, what good is it in the true air? Of course I understand that such an idea obviates the institution of art in its entirety—a in feat itself—but do you see where I’m going? Think of it this way: everyone has personal ideas about life and how to live it; unfortunately, these ideas tend to coalesce in political terms. "Honey, for you own good, think what I think." So, whither truth? When the majority successfully asserts its ideas over minority views, it’s erroneously called democracy; the voice of opposition is contained, and ultimately defeated. And as always, the status quo squeaks by. It’s nuance, propaganda, obstructionism and ego. Jesu! Up with true democracy! May the the minority forever prevail.
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