Postmodernism

The shadow on the wall. Rockin’ to the groove of the man whose being serves as hypostasis. Hypostatic union and dislocation. The universal and the particular stand in opposition as the eidos and the ding. The universal and the particular stand in relation as the eidos and the ding. Inseparable, but separate. This is the postmodern condition. You dig?

We are people. But we are men or women. We are diminutive or strong. We are democratic or not. Something or not. We are this and not that, but we remain universally homo sapien sapiens.

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