I like thought which preserves a whiff of flesh and blood, and I prefer a thousand times an idea rising from sexual tension or nervous depression to an empty abstraction. Haven't people learned yet that the time of superficial intellectual games is over, that agony is infinitely more important than syllogism, that a cry of despair is more revealing than the most subtle thought, and that tears always have deeper roots than smiles?
Let's see one example: epistemological nihilism.
Epistemological nihilism states that there is no way to know truths. There are various kinds of epistemological nihilism:
- Ontological: truths don't exist;
- Skeptical: there are no methods for us to know the truth;
- Meta skeptical: there are, but we can't know which methods actually work;