While philosophers and poets quickly see their present, their “perception”, left to contemporaries and descendants, slowly and not immediately begins to be perceived, and until they begin to “unpack” and it will be perceived (and probably not in the way the author expected), and when begin to hear in the voice of Cassandra who speaks again, it will be years, if not centuries, - and therefore it is important to understand that philosophers and poets always quickly see their present, in the hope of understanding the past, without which it is simply impossible to awaken either one's own Consciousness or a society that is always in hibernation, which, barely waking up, grasp at the flail, and the future does not bother them at all, because it exists only in the imagination, and which escapes as one approaches it.2 But many people are inclined to relate the “insight” to the future as a “process of an imaginary perspective”, and only on the basis that it would be easier to relate its “allegory”, that slipped like a fantastic drop, to anything, but not to the time in which it was conceived, it was written and realized as a literary work. It’s like an invisible Creator from the noosphere spreads Perception and Allegory in different angles of the ring, so that the first will, like, put on weight, and the second will work on its technique, so that swing as a “resonant introduction” would occur as late as possible, but would be clear and accurate, and all-embracing, carrying such a powerful sound wave as the silkworms, mincing along the Great Wall of China, turned into the mulberry butterfly as fast as 'insight could pierce', as quickly as someone else’s perception arouses your “intuition” in you, which was dozing and delaying the exit, forcing you to search for new words, metaphors and expressions, sorting out overflowing wardrobe, and not finding ‘clothes’ of the necessary palette. And since the process of 'comprehending with an elusive allegory' is included in the act of goodwill of one's own Consciousness, then one beautiful or gloomy morning it will surprise itself, that is, it will open its eyes and “will be on shore in mail a-gleaming bright”, being a consequence of the paradox of the mind, which we call the singularity of Consciousness that splashes in the temporal-spatial continuum of the culture that surrounds us and forms us. But we are talking with the ‘time’ in which we live and while we live - there will be no other possibility. And so our “dialogues with time” turn out to be “elusive perception” for posterity. And the Greek epigram, peering by the dragonfly facets, throws to you just such an “elusive perception”, the author of which, by inventing this very pop-eyed metaphor, prompting the Image of the Concept, forced people reading rhythmic lines to give a start by mind - and gain or remember moral principles, filling with sane sense or fun paradox that are positive, its existence, suddenly beaming with awareness, building itself a crib of perceptions for all occasions from the contradictions revealed by the verse. The Greek epigram could act therapeutically, like the wise Asclepius, if her allegory was caught. Myths are rewritten, ethos are corrected due to the socio-political instability of life, a person is reformatted from time to time, and the humanities continue to uphold sanitary standards and the inviolability of their fundamental boundaries. Discoveries in geology, biology, astrophysics, only the last fifty years, reveal, confirming Heraclitus’s catch phrase about the unstable variability of the world, its inconstancy and fluidity, but philosophers have ceased to question the truths that have been established to the extent of stone idols from Easter Island. Refusing to a new look at the primary sources, scanning the meaning to a quantum - and not leafing through it like a gadget, hearing and listening to the sound of the parallels that arise, we include Fahrenheit 45119, which threatens the heat of the Arctic cold - not just oblivion of cultural memory, but the inability to understand the mistakes of its predecessors and the courage to correct them. Such an “absolute zero” can hardly testify to the flourishing of the culture of modern civilization, which was not comforted by philosophy, because the virus of self strongly supplants all doubts and reflections, being content with a short course of hastily compiled textbooks and clichés of abstract dotted lines.
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