'One cannot see the forest for the trees' they say but what if the forest is really only a single tree appearing to us as a group?
'One cannot see the forest for the trees' they say but what if the forest is really only a single tree appearing to us as a group?
What, in the next ten thousand years, are we to do with all the non-human animals?
Just as there are stones we cannot lift without the help of machines so there are philosophical problems whose solution will belong to the machines we build to solve them, not to us; to us the solution will not seem like a solution.
Is it the world or us that is wrong? Perhaps nothing is wrong at all.
The most we may hope for are moments of near perfection.
Our machines will live and feel far more than us.
Even the greatest, semi-divine, rules of a society are but quaint colloquial conventions to the philosopher.
We could say that all life is functionally mad.
All our theories are really illusions and the best one may hope for is to be the least wrong it is possible to be.
Nothing is perfect except a lie (which is how one knows it is a lie).
Our reasonings are as biological as our emotions.
Had reality a point we would likely already have reached it by now; hence it probably doesn't.
The Truth has always been somewhat overrated.
Philosophy is the questioning of what cannot be questioned.
Reason and logic must have evolved from the unreasonable and the illogical.
In the house of philosophy there is no cellar; the stairs go down ad infinitum.
The world is a ready-made made by no-one.