/lit/ - Literature

rhetoric playlist is now live:

https://pykewater.com/politics/2020/8/11/rhetoric

>>14177852
Every one of my attempts to refute this statement results in an inevitable and irreconcilable aporia. It is almost as if the truth of the statement is an immutable fact of existence, and is directly blocking my attempts to refute it, retroactively from the perspective of its original articulation.

We are the night who wander in our day
On the lonely grass where our stars grow out
And our children of the night, the dead,
The dead, are the children of our dreams.
When the wind stirs the flowers of the fields
And the suns fall of the night with the light
Of your tears, and we in the twilight, our children,
Are the children of dreams.
When the sun in the day-sets brings back the night,
And we in the twilight, our children, shall be
The children in dreams.
This game is so simple, but so rich, in its way, and the difficulty and how one progresses is so interesting.
I have played this game, but once, nay, twice, and it was very simple for me, but it was not enough for myself.

I'm a reformed Whiteheadian/process philosopher interested in non-dualism. I read Parmenides' "On Nature" and it was enough to wake me from my dogmatism (there's truth to the "retroactive BTFO'ing" meme). Where do I go from here?