Of all the disciplines I exalt ,philosophy has offered me the most misery because though it is quite apparent to me that it is in fact a life-long enterprise and rightly so it is quite futile in its aim. For the arguments never progress it is still those questions that troubled Socrates, Plato, Descartes, Augustine and any number of ancient philosophers that continue to haunt the human race to this date.
This problem Descartes once tried to solve with his ‘method’ that would end all disagreements and differences of opinion at least so that we may worry about the next thing. I believe that was indeed a hopeful time at least for the true philosopher, if only he hadn’t made a mess of it entirely and do the very thing he sought to undo, the creation of even more disagreement.
And the thing with philosophy is never the questions in fact I revel in the questions but rather the answers or lack thereof. There never seems to be a set of maxims adequate enough, answer complete in itself without a dubitable alternative. Which begs the question why entrap yourself in the web that time and experience has proven that you will never truly escape?
In this I can only answer for myself because for sure there are fewer forms of literature that have clearer rhetoric, impeccable analogies and subtle poetry. That is my reason what’s yours?