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[[File:Alexander Crummell.jpg|260px|right|thumb|An etching of Doon from the flyleaf of the third edition of his book ''Verdades y Creencias'', printed 1896.]]Luciano '''Doon''' d'Orange (born 1840, [[Saint-Hubert de l'Açan, DB]]; died 1913, [[Bahía de la Jacaranda, DB]]) was a noted philosopher and author in the [[Ardisphere]], who developed a significant body of work not just in epistemology but also in political theory and political economy, which had huge influence on the course of philosophy and political thought in the modern world.
= Dr Hubert On The Beach at Jeres =
''by Polychrome Hightower (a pen-name for Mahhalian radical, [[Hhakullybiry]])''
<poem>
He was lost, alone. His companions were dead.
Dr Hubert stood under Mahhalian skies.
The man's disconsolate face had turned to gray,
And the war, begun and just ended, like gold,
Seemed pointless. The billowing clouds threatened rain.
There was a ragged pine down the shore. A lie


== Early Years and Education in Karolia ==
Had started it all. It was pointless. A lie
had bloomed, flourished, been nurtured, and now was dead.
Days before, with hope and optimism, the rain
had relented and the typically wan skies
had given way to bright explosions of gold
And crimson as the sun rose. Just now, a gray


Doon was born to a landowning family in the Franquese-speaking northern edge of the Ardisphere in the earliest years of the Federation, when there was very little either culturally or politically to tie the far-flung region to the southern capital. Only 15 years old at the onset of the [[Ardispherian Civil War]], he nevertheless enlisted in the military, against his parents wishes, serving as a sailor during a few of the naval battles on the [[Marverde (Ardisphere)|Marverde]] (the largest of the Ardisphere's inland lakes) that occurred during the second year of the war. His father, a landowner, vintner and vociferous autonomist, disowned his son.
Seagull spun, landed, stepped twice, and pecked at gray
bits of sand, searching for insects, that might lie
Beneath. Dr Hubert bent and picked up a spent gold
shell-casing from the sand. Memento of dead
Fellow fighters. He turned and peered at the skies
But his memory only showed him the rain


As a consequence, Doon traveled extensively after the war. He was exposed to many cultures and languages before concluding that he needed to further his education. He returned to the Ardisphere and enrolled in the Universidad del Boreal (now called [[Universidad Autónoma del Boreal]]). Completing courses in classics and philosophy, he showed such promise as a thinker that he was invited by a visiting professor from [[Karolia]] to return with him to that country and continue his studies at the [[Fontjäna Ünivërsitat]]. Despite his difficulty with mastering the Karolian language, he eventually graduated with a doctor of philosophy, and at age 30 accepted a teaching position there.  
Of bullets that hours before, before the rain
Diligently washed the sour smell of gray
Gunpowder from the cold air, had filled the skies'
Dome with pain, useless suffering and death. That lie
Had been the false utopia promised by dead
Men. Earthly paradise had been a fool's gold.


== Return to Saint-Hubert ==
Some of the birches on the hillside had gold
leaves, which hung like saddened children as the rain
started again finally, pelting the dead
vegetation. Their white bark, damp, looked like gray
Photographs. He felt tired, now. I want to lie
down," he muttered. "The Collective filled our skies


Only a year later, in 1870, however, he received a letter from his mother that his father, terminally ill, had repented having disowned his only son. She urged Doon to return home to Saint-Hubert. Resigning his professorship, he returned home (which at that time took several weeks, including sailing from [[Fontjäna]] to [[Villa Constitución, DF|Villa Constitución]] and then taking the riverboat to [[Lagartópolis, DP|Lagartópolis]] and thence by stage to [[Mojique, DB|Moyica]]) only to arrive two days after his father had died. His mother and relatives urged him to take on the famly mantel of running the family vinyards at l'Açan, and reluctantly, he did so. After several years, however, he felt compelled to return to academia, and entrusting the management of the estate to his aged mother and a venal cousin, he secured a teaching position at his undergraduate alma mater, the Universidad del Boreal.  
With hope for glory. Here in Jeres those skies
Instead have been destroyed." A pale egret, gold
beak flashing, lands down the beach. "Nature can't lie
To us, though. I will take solace in the rain."
Born among angels, having fared across gray
seas, the idealist peered from among the dead.


== Return to Academia ==
Under Mahhalian skies, driftwood damp and dead,
 
On gold sands lay. Dr Hubert faced the gray
He remained affiliated with that university for the remainder of his career, despite several prominent visiting professorships at other institutions, including a return to Karolia and a year in [[Gran-Lusland]]. It is partly the legacy of Doon as an academic and world-famous author and philosopher that that institution even today enjoys a reputation far beyond that normally associated with a rural, public university far-removed from the capital.
Heavens and chose to lie down in the lucid rain.
 
</poem>
Although Doon lost control of the family estate in the 1880s, he is said to have never regreted his return to academia. He was fond of telling his students that money was nothing ("El dinero no es nada."). He was active as a professor, writing reviews and for journals, well into his elder years, and died peacefully at age 73 in his modest home near the university campus in Bahía de la Jacaranda. That house is now a museum open to the public.
 
== Legacy: Writings and Thought ==
 
Doon is most known for two works.
 
In epistemology, he authored the foundational work ''Verdades y Creencias'' (''Truths and Beliefs''), 1873. He is noted for the aphorism, "Creo que existo. Pues, existo. ¿Qué más necesito?"
 
In political theory, he wrote the three-volume study that provides some of the foundations of modern political economy, ''Los Laberintos del Poder'' (''The Labyrinths of Power''), 1884. His thinking is known to have influenced not just other philosophers but political activists such as [[Pancho Ulianov]] and the later president, [[Eva Shinoda]], the founders of the modern Ardispherian [[Partido Socialista (Ardisphere)|Partido Socialista]]. The term "doonismo" (Doonism) is sometimes used (perhaps inaccurately it must be admitted) to indicate a certain philosophical stance ''vis-a-vis'' political economy, favoring social democracy, communitarianism, syndicalism and state-guided capitalism. Although all these ideas were developed at length in his book, Doon himself would no doubt have rejected the implication he was actually directly advocating for any of them - he presented his ideas as historically determined or evolutional rather than requiring advocacy, and himself favored a radical, dialectical approach.
 
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Latest revision as of 05:04, 1 May 2019

Dr Hubert On The Beach at Jeres

by Polychrome Hightower (a pen-name for Mahhalian radical, Hhakullybiry)

He was lost, alone. His companions were dead.
Dr Hubert stood under Mahhalian skies.
The man's disconsolate face had turned to gray,
And the war, begun and just ended, like gold,
Seemed pointless. The billowing clouds threatened rain.
There was a ragged pine down the shore. A lie

Had started it all. It was pointless. A lie
had bloomed, flourished, been nurtured, and now was dead.
Days before, with hope and optimism, the rain
had relented and the typically wan skies
had given way to bright explosions of gold
And crimson as the sun rose. Just now, a gray

Seagull spun, landed, stepped twice, and pecked at gray
bits of sand, searching for insects, that might lie
Beneath. Dr Hubert bent and picked up a spent gold
shell-casing from the sand. Memento of dead
Fellow fighters. He turned and peered at the skies
But his memory only showed him the rain

Of bullets that hours before, before the rain
Diligently washed the sour smell of gray
Gunpowder from the cold air, had filled the skies'
Dome with pain, useless suffering and death. That lie
Had been the false utopia promised by dead
Men. Earthly paradise had been a fool's gold.

Some of the birches on the hillside had gold
leaves, which hung like saddened children as the rain
started again finally, pelting the dead
vegetation. Their white bark, damp, looked like gray
Photographs. He felt tired, now. I want to lie
down," he muttered. "The Collective filled our skies

With hope for glory. Here in Jeres those skies
Instead have been destroyed." A pale egret, gold
beak flashing, lands down the beach. "Nature can't lie
To us, though. I will take solace in the rain."
Born among angels, having fared across gray
seas, the idealist peered from among the dead.

Under Mahhalian skies, driftwood damp and dead,
On gold sands lay. Dr Hubert faced the gray
Heavens and chose to lie down in the lucid rain.