And way before Marx was a glint or had the merest wisp of stubble:
"...all political questions are infinitely complicated, and there scarcely
ever occurs, in any deliberation, a choice, which is either purely good,
or purely ill. Consequences, mixed and varied, may be foreseen to flow
from every measure: And many consequences, unforeseen, do always, in
fact, result from every one."
Hume, 'Of the Protestant Succession'
Consequences: among which there is poetry, the inexact echo which so makes
us lunge out to deny all this, it's -that- pretty. Anything -infinitely-
complicated might complicate -anything-, potentially; in particular it
complicates our desire reasonably to understand that it might.
K
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