Theogony (re-edited)

Consider for a moment, the loneliness of the modern Philosopher: does there not exist in all of man’s billions a single soul worthy of his sword and provocation; a man who possesses the appreciation of nuance and agility of will to absorb his curses and insults, one who can hurl them back as one might return a spear or live grenade?

Truly, out of his furious desperation does the Philosopher evoke the entire theogony of his gods, if only to create a kind of surrogate for the real flesh-and-blood foe he hopes may someday arise, he whom the Philosopher is but wind and cloud in absence thereof.