If you had to boil all the ancient bodies of wisdom literature down to its most basic fundamental idea . . . . . . what is that idea?
You may have heard the account the old Cherokee chief (or whoever it was) gave his grandson about the two wolves, one foolish and one wise, battling inside him, and one he feeds is the one that wins.
This story comes very close to the mark, and is defective in only one small (but critical) measure:
Which wolf wins if you feed neither? Or both?
The foolish wolf.
You’ve got to feed the wise wolf. And starve the foolish one.
Meaningless! Meaningless! says the Teacher. Utterly meaningless! Everything is meaningless! – Ecclesiastes 1:1
My Inner Stand-up Comic responds, Yeah? So?
Step aside, Stand-up Comic. Here comes The Philosopher.
Why is meaning important?
And yet, it needs no justification. Would you challenge Mr Solomon on his assumption?
You just have to flip on the news to realise: After all the progress that has been made, the human race is no closer to figuring out what life is all about.
It’s an inner gutteral urge. Who the hell am I? Why am I here? What is the reason for me? Continue reading