Gravediggers

The times are changing, W. says. An epoch is ending.

W. has the terrible feeling that we are going to be its gravediggers, he says. That the pit we have dug for ourselves - the disaster of our careers, the ludicrous posturing of our lives as thinkers - is the grave into which philosophy itself will be lowered.

Philosophy can't survive the catastrophe, W. says. Philosophy is going to be destroyed with everything else: that's what he fears. The philosopher is a person of leisure, W. says. A person removed from everyday worries. And who will have leisure in the times to come?, he says. Who will be free from the worries of life in the midst of the apocalypse?