I am in explanatory mood again, so...
For those outside of US: "Borders" is a big chain of bookstores. Any more or less big city has one (if I am mistaken here, somebody will correct me). I did not plan any pun initially, it happened when I was looking for a
word "to put close to". Perhaps now it looks that playing with words was my main intention - it was not. I usually browse book titles in "Western philosophy" section when I am in Borders - it helps me think better about myself and supports my idealized self-image. Imagine my frustration, when I found "Eastern occultism and magic" - something like that - where western philosophy used to be. It was utterly offensive by itself, but no, it wasn't enough yet. Looking around, trying to figure out where they moved my psychotherapeutic kit, I spotted a small ghetto near rest rooms - yes, it was "Western philosophy". I used to sip "Derrida for idiots" in noble loneliness, now I found myself close to bi-directional flow of seeking to satisfy needs very alternative to self-actualisation, too close I would say. They were unified by their common goal; I was a social outcast. A silent questions was in their eyes, and their faces weren't sweet, gloomy and unfriendly were their faces...
[This message has been edited by Mapraputa Is (edited December 20, 2001).]