Philosophy which is wielded as a means to earn bread becomes decadent. Such undertakings always converge on stagnant half-truths, and are only bound to putrefy themselves into a filthy soup of repugnant political and personal aims, all the while dancing to the song of whose bread one eats.
The “truth institution” has an agenda, it cannot not have one. That’s what gives it an apparent sense of cohesiveness, without which it would have no words for advertisement and without which it would dig its own grave. But that sense of cohesiveness is inevitably bound to be exclusionary. A true seeker therefore disowns his allegiance to all institutions. He revels in being an outsider because the moment he belongs, Inquiry stops.