On Philosophy

Philosophy is unique to me, as it seems to be the only field where as you question it, you just fall deeper into its midst. If you question, religion, government or even science, it pushes you out and moves you away. But philosophy drags you in. It’s almost like the black hole of all subjects. Questions all get dragged to philosophical ends. If you don’t question, you won’t enter…

I see philosophy functionally as a means of “moving back” a layer of abstraction. Of course, this applies only to adherents of my philosophical thinking - the merits of which are endlessly debatable.

Math doesn’t ask why 2 is 2, biology tends to aim our questions too, but physics is surprisingly philosophical in comparisons to other fields of science. Nothing is without philosophy, only philosophy itself lacks a coherent philosophy. While mathematics or physics might inspect deeper, theorize, and quantify all abstractions, philosophy tends to dance and sing with language. Almost oblivious to telological ends.

Be wary though, philosophy holds a snare: the black hole of philosophy; somewhere between nihilism and religion. A purgatory before you’ve accepted one’s own philosophy but gleaned enough from others. Questions boiling down to the least of abstractions: Why do I exist?, Why do any of us exist, or are aware of such existence?. Is consciousness a disease? a divine joke of sorts? It seems that way until you’ve wrestled yourself off your own throat. An onslaught of questions amidst a refusal to accept answers.

Maybe it’s absurdism that sets you free? Or an existentialist flavor? Perhaps something else entirely? Distractions, even.

No other person should have answers for one’s own self. This is wisdom no written material can provide, only hours in the dark staring into the mirror of your eyelids. Press on then traveler, safe passage to wherever you end up, for where you are going - you do not know.