Philosophy is a difficult discussion. IMO the closest that America has come to it in the public arena is the phrase "buyer's remorse". That phrase is one that we can all relate to, but at the same time we are afraid to tell our bosses that we are OK with selling less or making less.

Stated differently, A is A, but few question what A is. It takes good discussion spaces for people to feel comfortable enough to talk about that. That is my story and I am sticking to it. :D

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The problem with philosophy is no matter how well and deep you dig, the well remains, at the bottom, dry.

I'm starting to feel you. For me philosophy is approaching microscopy of introspection. It takes a good bit of listening to begin to understand where your discussion partner is coming from. Perhaps that is why all of practical philosophy fits on a bookshelf. In the history of man there have only been about two dozen philosophers that were willing to read each other out.

The rest of us have memes. And bar stools. :D

Thread bump.

Like a fool I continue to try and split philosophical hairs. Today I had a funny thought.

When I grew up as a military brat my dad did a great job at teaching me to be a practical survivor. He taught me preventative maintenance, he taught me to be kind, he taught me to trust.

Lately, meaning the Fox News era, him and I seem to have grown apart. But why? What voices in our heads could politically divide a military father and his son?

My laugh moment came when I realized that we seem to be divided over who gets to save whom. My dad did a great job of raising me. He did so well that I got to do what he never did -- get a pilot's license.

After I got my pilot's license my dad refused to fly with me. Why? He said because he could not save me if we got in trouble aloft. That's heavy.

Anyhow thanks for reading this far. That thought made me wonder about how we challenge each other to grow and discover what we really want. Those that have been to the edge know what its like to be brave enough to ride in what they built. Right-sizing that bravery might be what a beautiful disaster feels like.

Peace

I suspect the movie 'Sully' resonates with you. A beautiful disaster if there ever was one.

I don't think you are taught to be kind. You either are, or not. My mother was always kind, until she wasn't any more. Brain disease.

But I think you are taught to trust, which would include trusting your own kindness.

What one wants is crucial, as the Buddhists keep trying to tell us. (What we tell machines or people to want is likewise crucial, as science fiction tells us over and over. Get that one too wrong and we might not get a do-over.)

A great post....thank you.

Yes, that and others, I should say. I've thought things like "A is A, but few question what A is," but never with such clarity.