Symbolic Impenetrable Coastal Fog Hangs Over the California Coast.

…The Impenetrable Unknown Lies Beyond.

…[All is lost! For Phaedrus => “time consciousness begins to go. Sometimes his thoughts race on and on at a speed seeming to approach that of light. But when he tries to make decisions relating to his surroundings, it seems to take whole minutes for a single thought to emerge. A single thought begins to grow in his mind, extracted from something he read in the dialogue Phædrus.
…"And what is written well and what is written badly—need we ask Lysias or any other poet or orator who ever wrote or will write either a political or other work, in meter or out of meter, poet or prose writer, to teach us this?"
…What is good, Phædrus, and what is not good—need we ask anyone to tell us these things?
…It is what he was saying months before in the classroom in Montana, a message Plato and every dialectician since him had missed, since they all sought to define the Good in its intellectual relation to things. But what he sees now is how far he has come from that. He is doing the same bad things himself. His original goal was to keep Quality undefined, but in the process of battling against the dialecticians he has made statements, and each statement has been a brick in a wall of definition he himself has been building around Quality. Any attempt to develop an organized reason around an undefined quality defeats its own purpose. The organization of the reason itself defeats the quality. Everything he has been doing has been a fool’s mission to begin with. His mind either uncontrollably races or stagnates. Sleep dwindles to zero. Decisions become impossible. On a street corner he blanks out. “.
…[We learn, in two pages how Phaedrus reaches his end. The Narrator finishes this section with:]
…“ A fragment comes and lingers from an old Christian hymn, "You’ve got to cross that lonesome valley." It carries him forward. "You’ve got to cross it by yourself." It seems a Western hymn that belongs out in Montana.
…"No one else can cross it for you," it says. It seems to suggest something beyond. "You’ve got to cross it by yourself."
. .He crosses a lonesome valley, out of the mythos, and emerges as if from a dream, seeing that his whole consciousness, the mythos, has been a dream and no one’s dream but his own, a dream he must now sustain of his own efforts. Then even "he" disappears and only the dream of himself remains with himself in it.” Cont. Next.)

Old Costal Road 3 miles South of Klamath, CA. Note well: Whether we realize it or not, these last two sentences describing Phaedrus’s plight, are what is true for all of us … exactly!
…This “dream” is all we have! And, push come to shove, we each must sustain it by our own efforts. We have no other choice.
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