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The Sum of All Philosophy

MNoBody

Well-Known Member
["philosophy" = the love of wisdom transcendental]
Every philosophy in one stanza:
We are StarDust,
We are GolDen,
But, We got Caught up in The Devil's BarGain,
And Now We Need to Find Our Way Back TO
The GarDen.
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Fool

ALL in all
Premium Member
["philosophy" = the love of wisdom transcendental]
Every philosophy in one stanza:
We are StarDust,
We are GolDen,
But, We got Caught up in The Devil's BarGain,
And Now We Need to Find Our Way Back TO
The GarDen.
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the awe of love is the beginning of wisdom. love moving mountains.


we in service to love/light of the infinite/unbounding greet you.


 

Polymath257

Think & Care
Staff member
Premium Member
["philosophy" = the love of wisdom transcendental]
Every philosophy in one stanza:
We are StarDust,
We are GolDen,
But, We got Caught up in The Devil's BarGain,
And Now We Need to Find Our Way Back TO
The GarDen.

While I like CSN, I don't get my philosophy from their music.

Tin Soldiers and Nixon's Comin'
 

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
["philosophy" = the love of wisdom transcendental]
Every philosophy in one stanza:
We are StarDust,
We are GolDen,
But, We got Caught up in The Devil's BarGain,
And Now We Need to Find Our Way Back TO
The GarDen.
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I disagree. I think that this is particularly the sum of Christianity.

I've read Luc Ferry's "Brief History of Throught."
 

MNoBody

Well-Known Member
I disagree. I think that this is particularly the sum of Christianity.

I've read Luc Ferry's "Brief History of Throught."
it seems to sum up a major thematic premise in any case, that dominates the minds of so many.....
and given it was phrased so well, [poetically] why change it much....
if there are other themes to philosophy that any are aware of, by all means please have a go at it and sum it up into something simple, not a thousand word flow please.
use anything, song poem quote, what have-you....
I suppose that I should have indicated what I was hoping for with this little thread.
 

Willamena

Just me
Premium Member
it seems to sum up a major thematic premise in any case, that dominates the minds of so many.....
and given it was phrased so well, [poetically] why change it much....
Sure. Okay.

if there are other themes to philosophy that any are aware of, by all means please have a go at it and sum it up into something simple, not a thousand word flow please.
use anything, song poem quote, what have-you....
I suppose that I should have indicated what I was hoping for with this little thread.

“And do you know what “the world” is to me? Shall I show it to you in my mirror? This world: a monster of energy, without beginning, without end; a firm, iron magnitude of force that does not grow bigger or smaller, that does not expend itself but only transforms itself; as a whole, of unalterable size, a household without expenses or losses, but likewise without increase or income; enclosed by “nothingness” as by a boundary; not something blurry or wasted, not something endlessly extended, but set in a definite space as a definite force, and not a space that might be “empty” here or there, but rather as force throughout, as a play of forces and waves of forces, at the same time one and many, increasing here and at the same time decreasing there; a sea of forces flowing and rushing together, eternally changing, eternally flooding back, with tremendous years of recurrence, with an ebb and a flood of its forms; out of the simplest forms striving toward the most complex, out of the stillest, most rigid, coldest forms striving toward the hottest, most turbulent, most self-contradictory, and then again returning home to the simple; out of this abundance, out of the play of contradictions, back to the joy of concord, still affirming itself in this uniformity of its courses and its years, blessing itself as that which must return eternally, as a becoming that knows no satiety, no disgust, no weariness: this, my Dionysian world of the eternally self-creating, the eternally self-destroying, this mystery world of the twofold voluptuous delight, my “beyond good and evil,” without goal, unless the joy of the circle is itself a goal; without will, unless a ring feels good will toward itself— do you want a name for this world? A solution for all of its riddles? A light for you, too, you best-concealed, strongest, most intrepid, most midnightly men?— This world is the will to power—and nothing besides! And you yourselves are also this will to power—and nothing besides!”

Neitzche
 
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