The age of this man is of no importance. He can be very old or very young.

The essential thing is that he doesn't know where he is and that he wants to go anywhere.

For this reason, as in American westerns, he always takes the moving train. Without knowing where he comes from (origin) or where he is going (end). And he gets off on the move, in a small town around a ridiculous station.

Lounge, beer, whiskey. - Where do you come from, uncle? - From far. - Where are you going? — I don't know — Maybe there is work for you — OK.

And our friend Nikos gets to work. He is Greek by birth, emigrated to the United States, like so many others, but without a penny in his pocket.

The work is hard and after a year he marries the most beautiful girl in the place. He gets a small source of wealth and buys some animals to form a herd.

With his intelligence, his sense (Einsicht) of the choice of young animals (horses, cows), he ends up having the best set of animals in the region — after ten years of work.

The best set of animals = the best set of categories and concepts.

Competition with other owners — quiet. Everyone recognizes him as the best, and the categories and concepts of him (his herd of him) as the best.

His reputation spreads throughout the country.

From time to time, he takes the moving train to see, chat, listen — just like Gorbachev does on the streets of Moscow. — Besides, one can take the train on the go!

More popular than anyone else, he could be elected to the White House, having started from scratch. No. He prefers to travel, get off on the road; This is how true philosophy is understood, which is what people have in their heads and which is always conflictive.

Of course, he can also solve some problems, pacify some conflicts, but on the absolute condition of dominating his passions.

It is then that he reads the Indians, the Chinese (Zen) and Machiavelli, Spinoza, Kant, Hegel, Kierkegaard, Cavaillès, Canguilhem, Vuillemin, Heidegger, Derrida, Deleuze, etc.

Thus he inadvertently becomes an almost professional materialist philosopher—not a dialectical materialist, that horror!, but an aleatory materialist.

He then reaches classical wisdom, Spinoza's "knowledge" of the third kind, Nietzsche's superman, and the intelligence of eternal recurrence: knowing that everything repeats itself and that only differential repetition exists.

He then he can argue with the great idealists. He not only understands them, but he explains to them the reasons for his thesis. And the others are sometimes bitter, but so what!

amicus Plato, magis amica Veritas!

Louis Althusser