by Jim Hanas

A wag on Substack recently noted that there are apparently only four ideas: the angel of history, the eternal return, will to power, and one I can’t remember, the idea being that all philosophical conversations on the Internet terminate in four commonplaces. (The fourth might have been the trolley problem.)
Philosophy might be understood as the articulation of all possible relations—universal/particular, whole/part, cause/effect—and while there are likely more than four, there may be fewer than we think. Look how exciting it is when a new one comes along. (At least until we discover it is an old one with a new name.) Kant’s phenomenal/noumenal was a game changer we’re still working through. Recent examples might include Lauren Berlant’s “cruel optimism” or Nassim Taleb’s “antifragility.” These are novel functions that can be defined, discussed, tested, and installed in new philosophical systems. I would love to read a catalog of every possible such component, though I’m sure some Hegelian would tell me it is called “the Logic” and maybe I should read it. To which, fair point.
Mount Analogue, the unfinished, posthumously published novel by René Daumal—the somewhat unclassifiable French poet, pataphysician, and spiritual seeker—begins with a unique relationship that I’m not sure can be found elsewhere in fiction, philosophy, or myth. Read more »









Michelle Lougee, Cecily Miller. Magazine Beach Tapestry, 2022.
Justice Clarence Thomas recently gave a speech at the University of Texas on the Declaration of Independence in anticipation of its 250th anniversary this coming July. In giving his take on the Declaration and its ties to the Constitution, Thomas interspersed autobiographical details with commentary on what he perceives to be America’s moral failures to live up to the Declaration. Thomas attributed these failures to what he called “progressivism.”
Before I launch into any critique of the phone, I should confess that I am not immune to its seductive qualities. I am not writing from a mountain, purified by silence, looking down at the scrolling masses. Like almost everyone else, I spend too much time on my phone. I reach for it when I am bored, when I am anxious, when I am tired, when I have two minutes between tasks, and the list goes on and on. I have checked it without wanting anything from it. I have opened one app, closed it, opened another, returned to the first, and emerged several minutes later with nothing gained but a vague sense of …something so amorphous that I can’t even begin to find the words to describe it.




By definition, in order to be prolific, you only need to produce and publish a lot of work.