One of the reasons that I've been careful (although being probably sufficiently anonymous and inconsequential in the large capital city) not to take sides in any of the cultural questions in these nations is that I respect the endogeneity of forms. Inasmuch as the people here are reaching to the prominent existing institutions of arts and scholarship states-side, I (along with quite a few others, apparently) know that many of these institutions have become a bit corrupt relative to their ideals over the course of the last generation, so the ones here looking to make contact would have to make contact and go down that road for a bit until they reach the place where I stand now. On the other hand, if the arts and scholarly institutions (the latter are much stronger here, and possibly not yet tinctured with the falseness) within a country can prevail within the country, they will become more firmly rooted, and able to eventually make contact with those outside. Blaga's notion (contra the miniatory philosophy lecterns of Vienna) of the plai is something more than longing for a lost idyll at a time of industrialization. "That which we are, we are -- one equal temper of heroic strength." Made strong to approach the mystery.
