Leave Them Alone!

Don't write about them!, W. cries of Kierkegaard, Rosenzweig and Weil. Leave them alone!

He, when he writes of them leaves his thinkers intact in their greatness, their distance. They remain remote and brilliant in the sky of thought. But when I write of them? I make others doubt, W. says. I make others despair.

Are Kierkegaard, Rosenzweig and Weil really so worthwhile if he's writing on them?, they ask themselves, looking at me. Were we wrong all along if he thinks they're right?

That I write on Western philosophy is really the destruction of Western philosophy, W. says. That I write on religious ideas is really the destruction of all religious ideas. And that I pretend to think is really the destruction of thought, affecting all thinkers, everywhere.