At some point, philosophy became boring. I don’t know when or how, exactly, but I suspect it was around the time when people starting writing as if simple, meaningful questions couldn’t be answered without appealing to ZF-set theory, or perhaps when there was a silent but collective acceptance that philosophy isn’t really about ascending from the cave of shadow watchers if only to see how much one doesn’t know, but rather about CVs and smarts and politicking to the top of a Leiter list. One day, I think, philosophy will be fun again. There’s good reason to think the best questions will outlive the worst times. Until then, I’d rather have blisters on my hands.
December 2, 2014
Would that Times of Refreshing May Come