Cheers to Chomsky- Valhalla's gain is our loss today

i feel like a friend died. all my friends are dying it seems. titans are falling this year. of course i loved him- he did analytical philosophy. so with shit whiskey here is a reminder for me, sometimes you dont have to know ppl to know them.

while his lectures are impeccable, and his writing is extremely intimidating, u will have to read a book, to understand the man. his mind was razor sharp. and i was humbled by his choice of words. he left me with a life long love of finding the exact meaning of the exact word to cut into the argument. not hack around it.

he rarely took a side. he was measured, and his style of communication revealed the nature of a man that survived the first Nazi takeover of the world. who he must have been then, what rooms he must have been in to cloak himself with the weapons of intellect to protect his own body. he would wield the most powerful weapon of all, he would forge it in the pressure of survival and there was no defense from his mind.

how does one find chomsky from the brutality of math and understand the finesse of his art? one finds him when they r torn, supporting imperial wars because ones conscious is ripped asunder and one needs council. so in those moments you invoke chomsky.

brutal. surgical. unfeeling. with just the eddy of a wind that has a direction you could never know. the slightest nudge- never betraying emotion that can only come from a man who has to clinically argue in every room for the…