[Leaves Teacher Mode]
Hehehe. I hope youre all well..and havent succumbed to Global Storming, which is what Im calling the new variation of the Rat Race. Whilst the Rat Race is one of survival, the Global Storming is the need people are expressing to find the meaning of life. NOW.
(If youre wondering about the name, its a word play on Brainstorming and Global Warming...in case you think I'm just sucking terms out of thin air.)
Philosophy can't exactly be rushed, you know. There were great men who spent their lives trying to define things. Socrates, the kind of Michael Jackson of his time, got stoned to death because society was convinced that he mislead students (i.e kids).
Note : the latin prefix "soc" means companion.
Plato, who was pretty much a midget , and which furnished our beautiful language with the concept of Academia.
Aristotle, who took classes from Plato and had a slightly unhealthy fascination with him, but then later retaliated with his own theory. He stood on the rooftop of his house and shouted this to Plato "Booyah, muthatrucker!" (Or at least the Greek equivalent of that)
Then there are those of the who came afterwards...The Medieval Ones, the Enlightenment Ones, Modern, Contemporary. Im just going to poke fun at the well-known ones. You know what they say : The highest trees.
My point is this : You cannot go through life expecting to find meaning in things if you dont construct it yourself. Its the simple concept of literary works, and a particular belief that I hold in signs : If you want to see them, then you will. Feel free to disagree and bitch. I mean...please do
:)
(p.s I am totally aware of the fact that this is a terrible post...rattling on about the meaning of life...oh someone pass me the knife...but meh.)
