What, then, is it that makes this mystical empire of Bohemia unique, and what is the charm of its mental fairyland? It is this: there are no roads in all Bohemia! One must choose and find one’s own path, be one’s own self, live one’s own life.
My view is that an artistic and literary protest against a spiritually bankrupt civilization is needed. A persons or groups self-understanding is not viewed as reliable knowledge, because it is distorted by psychological delusion, perspectival illusion, and ideological prejudice. Life itself is a work of art!