Living life on the edge, eh? You somewhere quote the italian version of Socrates’ “that is so beautiful, something like it must be true.” Perhaps that is a bit of his legendary irony? But I suppose if we focus on poetry and novels – things known to be lies, through which a Creator, in *His* legendary irony, allows us to tell the truth – we can hew to a path that, while not safe, at least may get us somewhere.
A Pen Full of Vinegar 
I renounce Hegel and all his works and all his empty promises. Just saying.
They may be empty lies, and so an insult–but I forgive all insults provided they’re beautiful enough.
Living life on the edge, eh? You somewhere quote the italian version of Socrates’ “that is so beautiful, something like it must be true.” Perhaps that is a bit of his legendary irony? But I suppose if we focus on poetry and novels – things known to be lies, through which a Creator, in *His* legendary irony, allows us to tell the truth – we can hew to a path that, while not safe, at least may get us somewhere.