"Worlding" the self is romantic only without the romanticism. That is to day, whatever leads to romanticism is an available pathway which can lead to a recognition of our worlding ways. To put it in an inverse definition (without ascribing a causal relation): romanticism doubles-down on the worlding urge, or even quadruples down… but does so unawares (potholes into a sub-optimal solution), like most of us live most of the time in any case, so no news there, no criticism there. Of course the obverse to this is "selfing" the world (often outsourced c.f. Napoleon as 'world-spirit'), but then it is all (Janus jitterbugging) and as long as we moving we are surviving.
Truth, thesis, documentation/taphonomy, consistency, logic, time are all derivative to that process. The truth might set us all free, but so does death. The worlding urge is what we can pass on regardless, often it is only hope. Romanticism feels hope is enough. I am not so sure, but where else does hope spring from, insecurity not confidence. The dance continues long into night.
Surely there is something more we feel as we should ourselves into the world, as we should.
"Worlding" the self is romantic only without the romanticism. That is to day, whatever leads to romanticism is an available pathway which can lead to a recognition of our worlding ways. To put it in an inverse definition (without ascribing a causal relation): romanticism doubles-down on the worlding urge, or even quadruples down… but does so unawares (potholes into a sub-optimal solution), like most of us live most of the time in any case, so no news there, no criticism there. Of course the obverse to this is "selfing" the world (often outsourced c.f. Napoleon as 'world-spirit'), but then it is all (Janus jitterbugging) and as long as we moving we are surviving.
Truth, thesis, documentation/taphonomy, consistency, logic, time are all derivative to that process. The truth might set us all free, but so does death. The worlding urge is what we can pass on regardless, often it is only hope. Romanticism feels hope is enough. I am not so sure, but where else does hope spring from, insecurity not confidence. The dance continues long into night.
Surely there is something more we feel as we should ourselves into the world, as we should.