That's Maggie! Pavel's cat and the most beautiful of them at that. In a week I shall no longer see her, perhaps ever. It can only remind me of Arendt writing to Jaspers that what is at stake in life (and the only lesson one can learn from philosophy after the collapse of the metaphysical) is that what matters is not the philosophies and the world-views, but the truth, the life and the world, or what Agnes would say, "anything that could help change everyday life even a little", which is the underlying motif of this thinking space, and even when often the despair and the irony preclude one from much serious thought available out there, the point is that everything is written in the spirit that it might help change everyday life, not philosophies or traditions or scholarship for those have already lost if not their validity altogether, at least their illegitimate authority. Even in the most evil of deeds one has to choose himself so that others cannot do it for him and this is where the secret of contigency lies and the greatest treasure of Modernity, in whose survival the picture of humankind once clear and immanent, is at stake. We create ourselves everyday but also bear potential for our destruction and that of our world, no reflection can arouse anymore from the net of metaphysical security; today men face world and God in their utmost nakedness and the vulgarity of this experiences throws one back upon himself to experience the uncanniest form of unreality which indeed is not in the films or the literature or the technological consciousness but in the petty mind-informed obsessions of everyday life; the only thing we can change because it's the only possible world - that of the murderers but also of the artists, animals, children, etc. and as long as we share it per force of necessity one needs to choose it over and over, everyday.
I learnt early in my life that one can die everyday, catch a mortal viral disease or any other illness, become incontingent, criminal, evil, murderous, dishonest while at the same time he can also choose himself for the good and if so, though bearing little meaning today, there's at least a way in which one can bequest something that can never become, like the house of Goethe that in our days represents not only the world and the truth, but the picture of humankind in a place where the self-comprehensibility of the whole is broken into fragments that art themselves into clusters but one thing should cut across them all: the desire to change everyday life!