The contradiction of human existence is that we both are susceptable to both incredible monotony, and death. Both complete opposites, yet, perhaps seem the same in a sense. How are they opposite? you may ask. I answer; monotony is very much a part of life, it is very much being alive, yet, it feels like death itself, although we don’t really have a clue about what death is like, although it may involve After Forever and Epica as the soundtrack.
I’ve finally started getting things into play, it is taking longer than I expected, but it is nonetheless coming along. I’ve been drafting some ideas for some philosophical projects; the more original of them involves a thesis in aesthetics that straddles between Kant, Aristotle, ethics and psychology.
Another big project I have in mind is to ask the question ‘what is rationality?’ – however, if I have to go into the Sleeping Beauty paradox and the nature of probability, I’m going to jump out of that faster than a cold shower!! Probability in philosophy scares me; I’ve tried to read Carnap – and I was plunged in a language of set theory and logic that I was just not knowledgeable about. Despite that, I think the point of being a good philosopher is that you are taken to very uncomfortable and difficult places.
If that is what philosophy is about, then my life is a good background experience for philosophy.