History (n.) is mostly a barren change of names: most great upheavals simply replace one set of people with a similar set.
History (n.) free of aesthetic bias and metaphysics is a figment of the imagination, believable only by minds blind to their own unspoken limits.
History (n.) can be explained by its causes and still never rationalized: nothing inside history says why this flux of forms happened rather than another.
History (n.) has a senseless side: rainfall and forests, Huns and steam-engines push mankind on with no end in view — apes became men, Rome became medieval Europe, and men knew not what they did.
History (n.) can only be understood as a theatre of rival groups of idealists urging ideals that cannot be realized together: you cannot judge right and wrong group by group — the evil lies in the attempted conjunction.