...we are without culture, still more, we are spoiled for living, for correct and simple seeing and hearing, for the happy grasping of the nearest and natural, and so far do not even have the foundation of a culture because we ourselves are not convinced of having a true life in us.
I may have the right to say about myself 'cogito, ergo sum (I think, therefore I am), but not 'vivo, ergo cogito.' (I live, therefore I think)
If life is but imitation, then culture is just a collection if imitated states, lived into by the epigoni of our age.
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