If the world wants the Truth, let them sit down a doctor and a banker together to compare notes.
Anyone who wants to think deep thoughts–anyone who claims to be a philosopher or a theologian–should be rigidly excluded from the conversation, having proven by their urges to be incompetent of contributing.
Imagine you read a book a day, 365 books a year, 3,650 books a decade. We’ll even grant that you have perfect recall; every iota of information in these books enters your brain and is fully accessible at all times. Over the course of a 65-year adulthood, you will read 23,725 books, fiction and nonfiction, cutting through all subject areas, a rich cross-section of human existence conveyed in print form.
In the United States alone, in 2015 alone, more than 700,000 titles were published.
I guess part of the reason I’m a theist is that I think the people I know are so wonderful they deserve to have a God to witness them. And if they are so wonderful, it can be reasonably extrapolated that all people are so wonderful. And if all people are so wonderful, then how much greater is the God who made them in His image?
(This is not intended to be a statement of Quineite-severe logic, just so we’re clear.)
In our time, to be one who “stands athwart history, yelling Stop” is to be doomed to perpetual disappointment. In the Unprecedented Era, change is a constant. The only way to stop one track of change is by forming another, so if one manages to stop Change X, it will cause Change Y. Either way, change wins.
The only way conservatism has managed to achieve any victories in the Era is by allying itself with capitalism. But capitalism is a fearsome champion of change, a universal solvent. No past can maintain itself where capitalism prowls. A fire might as well try to win by allying itself with the ocean. Thus the conservative becomes a tool of his own disappointment.
Understanding is a rat hole down which many a human psyche has been poured.
This past summer I finally, after intending to do for at least a decade, wrote my philosophical apologia. Why I thought this needed doing is explained in Part#1. Judge it as you wish.
If, after a certain portion (after Part#3, for instance), you’re looking for a bit of a palate cleanser, you might want to read this funny post.
The Acerbic Catechumen: So when are you going to start apologizing? I can’t help, but notice you’ve so far talked about everything except yourself.
LYSID: I didn’t invite you to this part.
AC: I’ve never been one for politeness. So what about it?