When some people keep telling the same -- very good -- absurd old joke about absolute relativity, the same discourse about the limit of discourse, then insist on the joke being taken seriously and the discourse being held sacred, refusing to acknowledge the limitations of its own simple meaning, and waste their lives repeating it and commenting it, the obvious conclusion is that the joke is on them.

Buddhists, post-modernists, same struggle -- against one's own reason. So much for sophisticated theories and literary subtlety. The unsophisticated ideas of Objectivism, as naive as they may seem, hold more truth and more solid truth than the flowery logorrhea and hermetic scriptures of the masters of meaninglessness.

At least the buddhists live the poverty they preach; they waste their own time, destroy their own mandalas, and accept the humiliation of peace by unavoided defeat. Post-modernists preach poverty for others, and subsidized richness for themselves, and claim pride at calling for misery through the subjection of all to criminals. That's the whole difference between mistake and fraud.

Sometimes, a small light is worse than darkness -- the light is only a lure to attract fools into a trap; some people get fascinated by it and fall, other people set it up on purpose for others to fall.