philos+logosA Poem by setteFrom the first time I have Philosophy class during my freshman year in
college, I was this naïve seventeen
year old who can’t define what a
be-ing is. I almost fall asleep in
every session, because I can’t comprehend
anything. Examinations, Term Papers
and Research I am in a daze, don’t know what to do. The thing to note, all the philosophers are
dead, so why study them? second to note, why are there so many
schools? But when I came across Immanuel Kant, his deontological virtues, his categorical
imperative, his a priori and a
posteriori knowledge, the fascination with
Philosophy begun, the journey to be familiar
with every school, the questions in my head, full of queries, full of
doubts and full of arguments. Halfway through, I met the existentialists starting with Sartre and ending with Marcel, I was more than
fascinated, I was intrigued and most
of all, the search for answers were haunting me, daunting me. Now all I can say, I can define what be-ing
is. © 2018 setteReviews
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