One of the secrets that philosophers like to keep from themselves is that they practise an art - an art that has changed little from the time when there was no real distinction between art and science. It is a vestigial formulation, for an ancient endeavor. The Greeks invented it, which is why Nietzsche was so wise to return to them to reinvent it once more.
The paintings on the walls at Altamont are still beautiful.
Art has always tried to emulate science - it had always been some manner of alchemy. This is vanity turned backwards, or at least sideways, but it might still produce something of value - art is messy that way. But there is as much truth in saying that science has always tried to emulate art. Science can be pretty messy, too, at times.
There is beauty in logic, as there is beauty in a renaissance garden or a skyscraper. There is a logic to music, for it is only audible mathematics. Art may seek the truth, but must never find it, and Hegel wrote a great symphony, even if it didn’t ring true. Kandinsky kept the same shade of red throughout his career, a constant among the variables. He was true to it, even as it was true to him.
Philosophers don’t change the world - even great ones don’t.
They change the way we see it.
Philosophers dance around the truth, for that is the only thing truth is good for. It’s quite good enough.
For what it is worth, this post was inspired by Dan~, who is the great artist of these environs.