435
Ferguson, Engvid, Wolff’s lectures: 4, 5.
s - 2, i - 2, M.
d – 20, g – 40, a 20/3.
Yesterday I was thinking a lot about the professor of philosophy, who wastes his time on a variety on meaningless activities, though his lectures seem quite remarkable at the first glance. Today I continued watching his lectures and was even more disappointed when at the end of the lecture 4 he began to convince the audience to vote for his favorite candidate. It was so irritating that I almost lost all my sympathy towards the man despite the good impression I had at the beginning. After this clumsy importunity, even if it’s silly from a scientific point of view, I was not able to take seriously anything he was talking about. Although I understand that only fools mix up what has been said with who said that, intuitively I still—
Stop! Again, I’m writing something that has nothing to do with what’s actually going on in my mind. To be honest, I don’t care either about this professor or about his lectures. When I mentioned few days ago that I’m coming back to philosophy I didn’t mean that I’m going to listen to some courses and read philosophical books. Of course, I can do that too, but it’s not the essence of what I put in these words. For me, philosophy is basically thinking, so I need to observe my thoughts more thoroughly rather than dive into other people’s thoughts and think about their thinking. And, indeed, I had some interesting thoughts at the morning which somehow were related to the stuff I watched the night before. I started from the question, ‘What does it mean to be alive?’ The answer was quite trivial: not being dead. Then I asked, ‘What does it mean to be dead?’ and the following process blew up my mind. This was an example of a kind of transcendent question which can’t be answered. If we consider death as the limit of our capacity to know, we can say that being alive means ‘to be able to know,’ or—to speak plainer—‘to know.’ To live = to know. I was going to develop this thought, but this damn professor interrupted me with his bloody political madness.
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