To worry is to be. To be is to worry.
On a recent train trip from Toronto to Ottawa (for those readers from outside of Canada, yes, these are real cities), while listening to the train’s rhythmic clickety-clack – a symphony of locomotion that has been portrayed romantically by authors possessing a talent I lack – I found myself thinking big thoughts. That is to [...]
Philosophers are a funny lot. They often expound endlessly on ideas that, for the rest of us, are difficult to understand or appear exceptionally arcane or, sometimes, bizarre to the extreme, but which are indeed accurate and relevant. For example, René Descartes, a seventeenth century philosopher said that supposedly flesh and blood politicians, politicians who, [...]
If a philosopher is walking alone in an otherwise deserted forest and a tree falls on his head, splitting it wide open, does he make a sound?