Tag: Life
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Sugar-coated hostility
Do you ever get upset -or swear? I do, although probably much less than when I was in my prime. But what do you do if somebody does or says something on purpose that is intended to upset you? Swearing is less acceptable from an octogenarian than from a 20ies-somebody. For one thing, I would…
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An interesting thought
An interesting question: what is extinction; I mean, really? When I was younger and further away from it myself, the answer was obvious: extinction meant something was no longer alive -or, perhaps more generally, even copies of whatever it was, no longer existed either. Given that I have children who (I hope) are partial copies…
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A Life without Love is like a tree without roots
I’ve got a question, although I have to wonder whether I am the question or the answer: do I live inside my head, outside my head, or more likely in both? It’s not much of a question I realize; it’s hardly relevant to events in the average day; and anyway the answer is, well, all…
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I wasted Time and now doth Time waste me
I am not a creature of weeks anymore; nor do I even hold the days – or at least their names- as sacred now… And yet it is not the passing of time to which I object, but its labels. I mean would a day with another name smell as sweet, or is it fastened,…
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Putat ergo est
When do we begin to think? There is evidence that it begins long before we are aware of it -long before we regard ourselves as a ‘we’; long before I am an I perhaps, although that may depend more on a religious belief, or abstruse philosophical questioning, than a physiological one. Nevertheless, it seems to…
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Ah, on what little things does happiness depend?
Every so often I am jarred awake in the middle of a starry night by the realization that there is more in heaven and earth than is dreamt of in my philosophy (if, indeed, I still have one). Time, I feel, is running out on me and there are far too many things still left…
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Virtues we write in water on a dissolving typeface
Sometimes I feel really old; there’s no other way to put it. I’m not just referring to my lack of fashionable clothes -I suppose they’re obvious- but apart from buying a new smart phone when there’s an appealing deal on offer, or having to replace my old MacBook Air even when there’s not, I suppose…
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If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?
It seems like years ago now when I first read the thought experiment about the drowning child posed by the philosopher Peter Singer. I don’t remember the exact wording but the gist of it was: on seeing a child unable to escape from a shallow pond, you decide not to wade in to rescue it…
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I wear my rue with a difference
I have so many questions about things nowadays; maybe I always have, but perhaps the questions were held down, drowned beneath the sea that encircled my working life. In the days when I worked in a big city hospital, my life was hectic, so maybe my mind was hectic then as well. Retrospect is difficult…
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If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches, and poor men’s cottages, princes’ palaces.
The older I get, the more I realize that knowing that is not the same as knowing how. When I attempt to describe knowledge in those terms the deficit is embarrassing. Surely one of the most important components of knowledge is not to be stored like a book on a shelf in another room. Years…
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