“All of philosophy if but mere footnotes to Plato”, as AF Whitehead famously said. Yet the dictum “he who taste, knows” holds strong value. What is old may need to be renewed in order to convey the idea(s) instrumentally to new generations or different cultures.
The very title of the book and the purport of the talk is not only incongruous but painfully reductive. Meaning is a ubiquitously elusive holy grail. Lord Gautama Buddha could have revelled indefinitely wallowing in the scented and emollient bath of belonging, purpose, story telling, and transcendence. He did the opposite. Emily is, or appears to be, happy. Let her spend 60 seconds reflecting on why she is happy. It will evaporate instantly like the dew under the blaze of the rising sun. No more anodynes and steroids please. Let us learn by heart a healing poem by Robert Bridges called 'Nightingales' and chant it mindfully without any instrumental accompaniment. It is therapeutic. It will restore your hopped-up positivity to manageable levels.
We should have heard this when we were alot younger! Should be taught at elementary school.
My professor mentioned your book on the last day of class & I'm thrilled to hear more about it! I will be checking out the website. Thank you!
Thoughtful speech, thank you so mush.
I agree with your view on life ✨
Very insightful. Thank you, Emily.
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What she talks about was told 2000 years ago by Marcus Arelius
Nothing new.
“All of philosophy if but mere footnotes to Plato”, as AF Whitehead famously said. Yet the dictum “he who taste, knows” holds strong value. What is old may need to be renewed in order to convey the idea(s) instrumentally to new generations or different cultures.
The very title of the book and the purport of the talk is not only incongruous but painfully reductive. Meaning is a ubiquitously elusive holy grail. Lord Gautama Buddha could have revelled indefinitely wallowing in the scented and emollient bath of belonging, purpose, story telling, and transcendence. He did the opposite.
Emily is, or appears to be, happy. Let her spend 60 seconds reflecting on why she is happy. It will evaporate instantly like the dew under the blaze of the rising sun. No more anodynes and steroids please. Let us learn by heart a healing poem by Robert Bridges called 'Nightingales' and chant it mindfully without any instrumental accompaniment. It is therapeutic. It will restore your hopped-up positivity to manageable levels.
Frustrated projection? Literary criticism is not substantiated via ad homenin attacks.