The Hedgehog

A warning ought to be posted at the head of this article: "The following reflections on the works by Jacques Derrida do not in any way represent the real opinions of Derrida."  Or, to restate the warning, the following reflections do represent the real opinions of Derrida, and that is precisely the problem.  A representation is not a reality; a copy is not the original.  The gap between representation and reality cannot be crossed by language, and Derrida’s work "Che cos’è la poesie?" ["What is Poetry?"] explores the consequences of this for poetry and translation.

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Philosophical Questions

It pertains to the very nature of a philosophical question that its answer will not be a 'perfectly rounded truth' (as Parmenides said it), grasped in the hand like an apple plucked from a tree.

[Pieper, Leisure, the Basis of Culture, 63]

Plato Had It Right

     Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the ground.
     "Kings and Queens," he cried, “we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all—Ettinsmuir, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia."
     "But how can it be?" said Peter. "For Asian told us older ones that we should never return to Narnia, and here we are."
     "Yes," said Eustace. "And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out."
     “And it's all so different," said Lucy.
     "The Eagle is right,” said the Lord Digory. "Listen, Peter. When Asian said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia, which has always been here and always will be here: just as our own world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Asian's real world. You need not mourn over Narnia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream." His voice stirred everyone like a trumpet as he spoke these words: but when he added under his breath "It's all in Plato, all in Plato: bless me, what do they teach them at these schools!"

[The Last Battle, 169]