One of Delsol’s most brilliant insights is her analysis of modern morality. Though modern society claims to be secular and free from dogmatic religion, it is fiercely moralistic. We have traded traditional religion for a vague, universal humanitarianism.
In her philosophical work , French philosopher Chantal Delsol tells the "story" of modern Western society through the metaphor of the fallen mythical figure, Icarus . The Story of the "Fallen" Modern Man
Chantal spun. The corridor behind her was no longer empty. A figure stood there, silhouetted against the faint glow from the surface. It was human-shaped, but wrong. Its skin was crisscrossed with fine, silver lines—fiber-optic cables that had grown into the flesh like veins. Its eyes were two tiny, spinning lenses. It tilted its head, and the lenses focused with an audible click-whirr .
But heroics were a language Chantal spoke poorly. She had learned early that the right tool at the right time could do the talking for her. Her fingers found a maintenance hatch, and with a few swift motions she bypassed the alarms. The drive came loose as if it had been waiting for her touch.
The catastrophic totalitarian regimes of the 20th century, two World Wars, and the subsequent disillusionment with overarching narratives acted as the heat that melted these ideological wings.
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One of Delsol’s most brilliant insights is her analysis of modern morality. Though modern society claims to be secular and free from dogmatic religion, it is fiercely moralistic. We have traded traditional religion for a vague, universal humanitarianism.
In her philosophical work , French philosopher Chantal Delsol tells the "story" of modern Western society through the metaphor of the fallen mythical figure, Icarus . The Story of the "Fallen" Modern Man
Chantal spun. The corridor behind her was no longer empty. A figure stood there, silhouetted against the faint glow from the surface. It was human-shaped, but wrong. Its skin was crisscrossed with fine, silver lines—fiber-optic cables that had grown into the flesh like veins. Its eyes were two tiny, spinning lenses. It tilted its head, and the lenses focused with an audible click-whirr .
But heroics were a language Chantal spoke poorly. She had learned early that the right tool at the right time could do the talking for her. Her fingers found a maintenance hatch, and with a few swift motions she bypassed the alarms. The drive came loose as if it had been waiting for her touch.
The catastrophic totalitarian regimes of the 20th century, two World Wars, and the subsequent disillusionment with overarching narratives acted as the heat that melted these ideological wings.