That’s a slight exaggeration, but only slight. I gave up after maybe
four more sentences. Later I found out that Heidegger was basically
a fascist, so I feel like I made the right call.
But there’s another reason I included what I included and ignored
what I ignored: The works discussed in this book are simply the ones
I liked and connected with. They’re the ones that made sense to me,
in a cartoon-lightbulb-turning-on-above-my-head kind of a way.
This simple sense of connection matters with something like
philosophy, which is a massive and diverse rain forest of ideas. No
one explorer can map the whole jungle, so you end up gravitating
toward certain thinkers and away from others based on nothing
more complicated than how much they resonate with you.
