Is it true, that there is a pleasure in philosophy, and a lure even in the mirages of metaphysics, which every student feels until the coarse necessities of physical existence drag him from the heights of thought into the mart of economic strife and gain??
"Seek ye first the good things of the mind, and the rest will either be supplied or its loss will not be felt." -Bacon
So much of our life is meaningless and futile; we strive with the chaos about us and within; but we would believe all the while that there is something vital and significant in us, could we but decipher our own souls.
Science always seems to advance, while philosophy always seems to lose ground. This is because philosophy accepts the hard and hazardous task of dealing with problems not yet open to the methods of science - problems like good & evil, beauty & ugliness, order & freedom, life & death. Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art. Philosophy is the hypothetical interpretation of the unknown or of the inexactly known, it is the front trench in the siege of truth. Science is captured territory; and behind it are those secure regions in which knowledge and art build our imperfect and marvellous world. Philosophy seems to stand still, perplexed; but only because she leaves the fruits of victory to her daughters: the sciences, and herself passes on, divinely discontent, to the uncertain and unexplored.
"Seek ye first the good things of the mind, and the rest will either be supplied or its loss will not be felt." -Bacon
So much of our life is meaningless and futile; we strive with the chaos about us and within; but we would believe all the while that there is something vital and significant in us, could we but decipher our own souls.
Science always seems to advance, while philosophy always seems to lose ground. This is because philosophy accepts the hard and hazardous task of dealing with problems not yet open to the methods of science - problems like good & evil, beauty & ugliness, order & freedom, life & death. Every science begins as philosophy and ends as art. Philosophy is the hypothetical interpretation of the unknown or of the inexactly known, it is the front trench in the siege of truth. Science is captured territory; and behind it are those secure regions in which knowledge and art build our imperfect and marvellous world. Philosophy seems to stand still, perplexed; but only because she leaves the fruits of victory to her daughters: the sciences, and herself passes on, divinely discontent, to the uncertain and unexplored.
No comments:
Post a Comment