Harmonia Philosophica was born in Kythera so long ago. Now it is time to let go. And I must accept my own death. Only for my old ideas to be transformed.

That was always the case.

Even the most beautiful things have ugly parents from which they were born. But not this time. This time the initial idea was beautiful...

And the child is ugly. Disharmonious.

But still, there is beauty in its ugliness.

And there is gold to be found in the garbage, messy ideas to salvage, along with a fuzzy direction towards the clearing of the forest that we always sought.

Harmonia Philosophica was all about... harmony. Various philosophical ideas were analyzed from a point of view that made them similar, that united them into one single view that entailed everything. All we needed to do was to look at things differently and we would realise that the different is in fact the same.

But what if different opinions cannot be merged? What if the opposites in philosophy are indeed opposites instead? What if all great philosophers truly disagree about everything?

Disharmony.

Chaos.

War.

Between opposites.

What if this is the state of things? What would that mean for philosophy? For us? For where we stand, what we think?

Chaos and war are the opposites of what we seek. We seek order, we seek knowledge, we strive for control and peace.

But the world is full of pain. Exceptions and miracles. Hidden things we could never see.

Disharmony is the way to Be!

We are at war with the cosmos. We want to understand it, control it. And the only way to do that is destroying it.

Yes, we seek symmetry. And we find it wherever we create it. We seek peace, but this is something only humans know it exists. We praise love, but the world only knows of hate. We strive for happiness, but the world only gives us pain and suffering.

The cosmos should not be there.

At least according to our self.

The river flows peacefully. But beyond what the eye can see, there is a war in progress. Between the water and the land. A war with only one winner. No symmetry, no patterns. Nothing to know or see.

Just plain destruction.

That is how the world works.

But that is also Me!

Fighting. Destroying. Opposing.

But wait a minute.

I am also part of that world!

Could this be the symmetry I was trying to see? After the river dies, it will have existed only because I was trying to get my feet into it...