What social person writes this text?

 What social person writes this text? On the one hand, there is the philosopher, a mind of about two thousand five hundred years who repeats the explanations that have been given to the problems of ontology, selecting the perspectives that are more in conformity with an evolutionary variation of transcendental idealism that incorporates axioms of oriental philosophies (Vedanta, Sufism, Taoism, Zen). It is a "transcendental self" (in Husserl's sense) incapable of emptying itself due to the very demands of the act of writing. This is a subtle self but just as ignorant as other more visible ones. On the other hand, there is the person of the lyrical citizen, whose antiquity exceeds that of the philosopher by more than a thousand years. The lyrical citizen is the metaphysical social person that arises as a negation of any social-economic person and proclaims a sphere of individuality independent of any neurophysiological and social conditioning. He/she is the person we develop regardless of any action, what we feel like our most intimate and genuine being. The lyrical citizen is the foundation of the narratives of immortality that have their origin in the city and its great religions, a narrative that is fused in our days with the psychological narratives that occur in the spheres of aesthetic experience and art. It is not the "I am", but a personal idealization based on a more or less clear self-perception of a witness of the other egos or social persons that we act.

  The philosopher's narrative is sterile and refers to the very mental network that philosophy has created in its temporary evolution. That is, it only deepens samsara and loses us in the endless speculation that entertains the mind with the bone of its own origin and identity. It is basically mere objective ignorance and must be forgotten once it has been read as a casing for something contained in the other narrative, that of the lyrical citizen. The reflective narration of the transcendental philosopher nevertheless provides a perfume of joy and clarity that, although not for the mind, makes it more transparent. In the narrative of the lyrical citizen, on the other hand, a sincere longing is expressed under the guise of a seeking ego that feeds an inevitable lack. You should only take the longing, or rather, what that longing points to, and forget everything else. If we don't, we develop a subtle character who thinks he has come to some form of understanding, a ghostly transcendental witness. Beyond the observer and the observed, there is observing, an impersonal action, a movement of life-intelligence.

"I know nothing" begins the song.