We have now passed a really Cartesian quarter of a hour

We have now passed a really Cartesian quarter of a hour

Returning, then, to my title, their initiating theme :.Take it on faith. That is commonly said, with whole lot more or not as much comic inflection, when hope at several dubious impasse is just what wish least likely to have. If that doesn't just overlap to the existential condition from where the cinema of the Silly emerged, it does reflect on the absurd condition involving American national politics that directed, through clinging chads around Florida along with a Substantial Court decision without legal substance at all, on the faith-based initiative of our born-again chief executive, who recently place the definitive quietus to the residue of the frosty struggle by looking directly into the eyes associated with the Russian counterpart and even, sure, seeing into their heart. That any skepticism at the gaze was allayed by a former realtor from the KGB is practically too outrageous a new conceit, its fulsome suspense associated with the global melodrama that belong more, perhaps, to some James Bond movie than to the movie theater of the Absurd. Although here it would seem we certainly have virtually no choice: we either acquire it on faith or maybe laugh out loud, laughing out loud redoubling at the believed that it might become either/or, whereas in this faith-based effort of typically the absurdist theater you may, at minimum, have it each ways. beg