Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Philosophy And Me
As I've often remarked to Mrs Nige - who does like it and finds it very interesting - I don't really like philosophy or find it very interesting. This is largely because I'm not up to it - it's too hard for my broad-brush gadabout mind to get to grips with. In this field, titanic intellectual exertions on my part tend to yield little if any reward, and I'm quite happy to maintain my dogmatic slumber. Nice pithy aphorisms I can enjoy, even understand - and with the likes of Kierkegaard and Nietzsche, I can cling on long enough to enjoy the ride - but real, solid philosophy, the close questioning of reality, that's too much for me. It would take me too long to understand - in the unlikely event I ever did - and really I'd sooner be spending the precious time reading a good book or listening to music - or even, as a last resort, living (if, that is, I exist). My philosophical limitations were brought home to me just now when I stumbled on this. Anyone out there got any idea what it's about?