Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philosophy. Show all posts

Thursday, November 18, 2021

World Philosophy Day

World Philosophy Day


When the world grants me my life’s trophy,
Will it be for my love of -sophy?
For a wit of wisdom I created?
For an unspoken truth I stated?

If all of the world needed to share
The output which philosophers bear,
Would not all the debates soon be closed
And nothing new ever be exposed?

Each their own philosophy to choose,
My own idiosophy to use --
Does it matter whether you agree
If my thoughts do (or not) work for me?

It is not products we need to love,
But the pondering process thereof.
We learn when we philosophize
And that’s truly our collective prize.

Sunday, May 17, 2020

The Unbelieving Optimist

The Unbelieving Optimist


When you look through uncertain haze,
Is it pessi- or opti- mist?
What will come in the future days –
Things to be wished or to resist?

I tend to think all will work out,
With problems I can overcome.
But in gut feelings, I have doubt
And fear things may turn much more glum.

Should I believe what logic tells
Or let emotions have a vote?
Do not ignore the warning bells,
But worry not ‘til their first note.

Sunday, May 10, 2020

Xenotopia

Xenotopia


In the place with no two things the same –
Xenotopia may be the name –
Live many people from far and near,
Although not even one is from here.

You will wake each morning to new sights –
You decide if they’re frights or delights.
Nowhere you will find old friend or foe;
None can guess where overnight they go.

No sense of balance there to be found –
No well-known anchor on which to ground –
All points of reference are too dull
To catch on a bias in your skull.

Without a knowledge of commonplace –
No luxury of old thoughts to trace –
You must learn everyday anew;
You think that is something you could do?

Sunday, April 26, 2020

Occam's Electric Shaver

Occam's Electric Shaver


Well, that seems simple enough, I have heard,
Quite elegantly said and maybe true.
But, in mystery, I like some absurd
To consider with the obvious clue.

What remains with all fantasy trimmed off
Is an imagination held in chains.
Scandal of naked truth should make one scoff
At the lack of challenge to idle brains.

Twist my path and lead me further astray
As I explore my wide world of wonders.
A simple game may be easy to play,
But I might learn much more from my blunders.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Sliding Down the Rainbow

Sliding Down the Rainbow


It takes both rain and sun to form
A rainbow across the grey sky.
You must wait through the soaking storm --
Then it's gone ere the ground is dry.

Seize the moment while it is here,
Though not the most convenient time.
Too soon chances will disappear,
Not again your doorbell to chime.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Taking Time to Think Economically

Taking Time to Think Economically

Now, you may not have asked yourself yet, but with the week's stock market news, consider:

Is the better model for our economy a cuckoo clock or an hourglass?

That old cuckoo clock has been hanging on the wall since your parents brought it back from their trip to Wallabash, Wisconsin. It clicks with each swing of its pendulum, seemingly progressing all the time, until you realize it has circled back to where it was twelve hours ago. You lift the weights every few days to keep it in motion, then you leave it to its task. It cries its news with a regularity that you become accustomed to ignore, except on those sleepless nights when you anxiously count through every chirp it emits outside your bedroom door.

On the other hand, the hourglass only works if you flip it entirely on its head periodically.

That old economy has been churning along since Alexander Hamilton shepherded in the First Bank of the United States. Probably since before that. It clinks with each financial exchange, seemingly moving the dollars and cents around from pocket to pocket, until you realize that it likely circled back into the bank account of the person who made the first trade. You buy what you want, sell what you have, and save or invest what's left, then you leave the markets to do what they do. The financial news is cast with such regularity that you become accustomed to ignore, except when some frenzy keeps you awake counting your assets and compounding your anxiety..

And then, they change the game. Regulations, technology, war, peace, politics. Things change.

How do you know if it is a revolutionary game change or merely a common cuckoo call which startled you from a shallow nap? Even if the immediate cause of alarm is that little bird, how do you know that your latent Jedi senses did not detect a disturbance in the Force (or burglar in the house)? In truth, you probably do not - nobody does in the first moments.

It is better to prepare for change, in advance and as a general and inevitable fact, than let it provoke you into impulsive reactions. Fight, flight, or freeze instincts did not build civilization, from benefit-deferring agriculture to the globe-spanning economy of today. Preparation, planning, and patience did.

Perhaps the question is not whether the economy is a cuckoo clock or an hourglass, but whether our lives are. You are not going to avoid those regular reminders of the quirky nature of the world in which we live. You are going to experience the big events (graduation, marriage, children, new jobs, lost jobs, retirement) that turn your life topsy-turvy. But even when inverted, remember the hourglass measures your life with the same grit within that defines you. Do not abandon your long-term strategy for a chaotic lack of a plan. Although you cannot control everything, you should control yourself.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Demon of Doubt

Demon of Doubt

Here is an odd bit of research. There is no name I found for a patron "demon of doubt". There are tricksters and deceivers who specialize in making others believe what is not true. Doubt would be a defense against them. Replacing one's beliefs with a new set might be seen as doubting the previous set, but every demon worthy of a name seems to ensure that its victim is not left bereft of all belief.

Rene sat by his fireplace. Or so it seemed. He was not ready to believe where, when, or who he was. He was going to doubt everything lacking proof of its reality. He called upon Doubt to cleanse his being in order to build afresh.

Did Rene believe in Doubt? Could Doubt truly blank out his mind? No, It could not. He continue to think - to desire, to conjecture, to compose, to analyze, to dream. Doubt cannot eliminate me, he thought defiantly ... I am real!

But, beyond me, what else is real? Testing Doubt's ability to annihilate my existence and discovering Its failure does not prove that Doubt cannot exist. Merely, I now know that Doubt is not omnipotent. Doubt can fail, and that which can fail is incomplete and imperfect.

But I can conceive Doubt and wield It as a defense against the trickery of my senses and the blind obedience to others' unproven speculations. As can they, if they so chose, against their senses and my thoughts. Doubt is a child and servant of all people, now and forever reborn. Doubt exists because I can make it so.

Doubt, my child, is imperfect. I, too, am imperfect for I know that my senses can deceive me. But Doubt blocks both the false and the true, I would suppose, for I have no reason to believe that Truth does not exist. Although Doubt cannot defeat my existence, Doubt can hide Truth.

Thus, Truth if it exists, is also not omnipotent for it cannot overcome the fallible Doubt. Truth is imperfect and incomplete. As I conceived Doubt, I also created Truth as a flawed entity.

How can Perfection exists if it is not True?

And if there is no Perfection, then is there Harmony? Purpose?

Is anything Real if it lacks Purpose? Nothing is Reality, thus Reality is Nothing.

I am Real? I am Nothing.

Perhaps, I should believe everything ... until it is proven false ...

If there is anything to believe ...

Sunday, February 16, 2014

A Small Happy World

A Small Happy World


Somebody needs to care, but it need not be me,
I will take a small share from what near me I see.
But the woes of it all is more than I will bear,
As so behind my wall, I will stay unaware.
Can I hide here within with just my pleasant dreams,
And reduce what has been to what it blindly seems?
Can I hold my comfort that many do not share
And withhold my consort from others in despair?
Perhaps, I "can" with ease, but "should" is the question;
Should a small sphere I please, to avoid depression?
Is helplessness enough to give excuse to stop --
The ugly world rebuff and dismissive shields drop?