your demand for criticism, the constant all-devouring cannibalism from whence we came, is stifiling and oppressive in the same way you seek to end oppression with your critical gaze. insistent, ferocious demand for dissection of meager remains to reach some ultimate truth or ultimate equality that will never truly quench your thirst...the purpose and joy of critique is not about reaching utopia, but cannibalizing all that surrounds us, creating an oppressive reality in which the fear of offense bears brittle bones and nothing is sacred. what a barren, fearful world we create to criticize...and for what purpose, my darling academic?
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you say that objectivity is unattainable, that each much define his own, and that any conclusion reached will eventually be unconcluded. yet that does not prevent you from classifying the micro-macro-chingo out of anything and all, seeking a semblance of meaning and anihilating any. how can these lessons be so encompassing and yet so blind, so unaware of the fallacies committed, so ignorant to the unison of meaning present, and how your own analysis analyzes itself out of relevance.
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