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Have you been inducted in the herd community and
received its graduate certificate yet? 
I hear Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols' rant on 'herding the herd community',
thinking, will we hear next the Covid-Uberman, i.e., the longing of new body invested with addictive anti-body, redeemed yet forever subverted, but showered with accolade? History's now split to before and after the pandemic, bifurcating the (decaying) body and the (deaf) soul.
Pessimism of intellect never rescued one from a disease, overwhelmed by 
vaccine optimism -- a panacea or cure, or twilight of reason (i.e., Benjamin's apocalypse foretold)?  
Nothing is everything when you put your mind to it, subliminally and refined.
Odds of survival is higher when you see a light at the end of tunnel, no matter
how dim or treacherous the path, or faulty optics, i.e.,  Hegel's chronicle of the absolute spirit that never dwells too long in limbo of alienation, enlightenment's last defense.  Behold, the light of Zarathustra shall illuminate and the new herd community will turn sun-worshippers yearning for the paradise lost under the eagle wings of their shepherds wielding 
a long stick.

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