Ruth is a full-time writer. Foodie. Happy camper. Wanders a lot. Used to have the worst taste in men. A reformed swipe-a-holic. Reviving her blog after its death.
Friday, November 22, 2002
I better be careful with my next statements lest I might invoke the wrath and fury of the disciples of Aristotle.
I don't see the point of philospohy. I know, it challenges even the mush-brained cretins to critical thinking. It answers the questions about God's existence and the purpose of all human acts. It takes out the fear of death, poverty, and suffering. It tells you that there are bigger fishes in the lake than havin a great career and driving a Ferrari.
Now, if I reach the higher plane of understanding at a very young age of twenty, I can kiss my entire ambitions goodbye. I'll be satisfied with what I have knowing that there are more important things in life than owning a Powerbook and wearing a power suit. Shit, I don't want that to happen. At least, not yet. Thirty years from now, maybe.
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