I have never seen him and he hasn’t seen me either,
nevertheless I have to listen to him singing almost every week for the past
couple of months. I have named him ‘’the itinerary preacher form the abyss of
the metaphysics of oppression”! Quite a name, I know! So much I know of him
that he is not exactly a strolling minstrel, but more like an auguring self-appointed
oracle whom I have to sit through on my weekends. Believe it or not but he
sings ‘’beliefe’’ and shouts out “dogmas” in the streets for a living which
apparently here is a fairly profitable profession.
I ask myself: ‘’Do I have to listen?’’ then I immediately
respond to my myself: ‘’Well no! You are free to leave’’, and I do. I leave the
room and strut over to the living room, but there he is again! I can hear him
everywhere I go. Curiously enough I realized that despite the worlds of
difference that existed in our philosophical points of view i.e. our epistemological
viewpoints, our bodies from the perspective of their physical and ontological
statues are virtually contiguous! Let’s put more simply: we think differently
but we occupy neighboring locations. “What a queer paradox” I protest. ‘’Wouldn’t
it be more appropriate to match the ontology of the world with our
epistemology?” I ask. Absurdity of the question even stuns me so after deciding
to let the question go unanswered I take out my recording device and start recording
the man from the other side, the preacher. As I am recording and listening to
him, I murmur to myself: ‘’Why are picking on him? He is not doing something wrong.
It is after all a common space, a shared alley and there are no rules as to
what are to be done in such a place. He is just utilizing an otherwise useless
space!!!!”
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