Poetry exists to evince one's propensity for self-oblivion.
I was wondering why my two year old was repeating Goosey Goosey Gander to himself and now I know: he's chasing after the void. Ligotti must be right about everything after all.
Literature has an edifying intent or it can prefigure decadence.
Similarly, thanks to your wisdom concerning this topic, I can safely put the written word into one of two boxes: positive vibes or retrospective destruction. I'll make sure to carefully analyze Brandon Sanderson's next gay-for-pay slab under this lens.
Alienation affirms self-oblivion.
Do ALL novels emerge from precarity? I don't think so. They may emerge from internal contention and friction in spite of a flourishing of abundance in other respects. >There's a book called The Unknown God by Deirdre Carabine. It serves as a comprehensive introduction into apophasis.
I'll go ask the book for _its_ beliefs and knowledge, then.
I think you mean esoterica. Exoterica is explicit by definition.
No, but thanks for playing. I think that's enough. You've got the 'ism and I'm afraid it's terminal.