Sometimes I think it is my mission to bring faith to the faithless, and doubt to the faithful.
– Paul Tillich
Just some things that have been on my mind… completely unfocused and scrambled. I could probably make a separate post for each of these thoughts, but… nah. More of a splurge to release mental energies than a proper blog post.
I think I’m a stoic at heart, but I would never preach stoicism. I also tend to shy away from trying to destroy people’s religious faith. Maybe that’s why I don’t like Richard Dawkins very much.
Something in me wants to believe in both logical psychologism and the eternal foundation of ontological truth. I must have theologians blood running through my veins.
Semiotics could be an interesting study, if only it were an interesting subject.
Do I need to review my basic assumptions and conclusions about truth on an ontological level? Did some of my old writings about God and truth go completely in the wrong direction?
I’ve got an addiction to books. I want to own every book on this list. Maybe not even read them all. Just own them.
Sometimes people think I’ve accidentally misquoted Kant in my website tagline: I’ve simply changed the word ‘law’ to the word ‘life’ to more accurately represent my view of moral evolution.
I’ve always felt like my time in this world would be cut short somehow. But then time goes by and I don’t die. Lesson?
How could the God of the philosophers become a person? That’s like asking why there is something instead of nothing.
Sitting outside, I could see the math in everything, even in the leaves of the trees blowing in the wind.
“One word, Ma’am,” he said, coming back from the fire; limping, because of the pain. “One word. All you’ve been saying is quite right, I shouldn’t wonder. I’m a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there’s one more thing to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things—trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We’re just babies making up a game, if you’re right. But four babies playing a game can make a play world which licks your real world hollow. That’s why I’m going to stand by the play world. I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia. So, thanking you kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemen and the young lady are ready, we’re leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that’s a small loss if the world’s as dull a place as you say.”
– C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair