06-13-2005, 04:08 PM
I think part of the problem here is this...
Most of you look at philosophy as something you learn, or schools of thought, or some sum of experience.
I do not.
I look at it as a complete lifestyle, thus "Being the Philosopher."
And to do such one must live under the right conditions conductive to thought. It is entirely up to the philosopher themselves though to find the conditions right for them.
That might mean becoming a raging alcoholic, warping your self with drugs, and retreating from life to go live on a farm some place in solitude. Or might mean traveling to various war zones to experience the human condition up close and personal. Or fixing up a busted old motorcycle and making your way acrossed some great country, with nothing but your thoughts and cornfields or wheatfields and rocks to keep you company. And dealing with the ups and downs of having that old busted up motorcycle, and getting stuck, broke down, in all manner of strange places and the people that live there. (Or a VW microbus works well for this too)
Philosophy is also a verb... An action. Irrational action? Maybe. It is what you make of it.
Most of you look at philosophy as something you learn, or schools of thought, or some sum of experience.
I do not.
I look at it as a complete lifestyle, thus "Being the Philosopher."
And to do such one must live under the right conditions conductive to thought. It is entirely up to the philosopher themselves though to find the conditions right for them.
That might mean becoming a raging alcoholic, warping your self with drugs, and retreating from life to go live on a farm some place in solitude. Or might mean traveling to various war zones to experience the human condition up close and personal. Or fixing up a busted old motorcycle and making your way acrossed some great country, with nothing but your thoughts and cornfields or wheatfields and rocks to keep you company. And dealing with the ups and downs of having that old busted up motorcycle, and getting stuck, broke down, in all manner of strange places and the people that live there. (Or a VW microbus works well for this too)
Philosophy is also a verb... An action. Irrational action? Maybe. It is what you make of it.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."