The Fun of Philosophical Inquiry

Philosophers are a unique bunch (or so it seems). Who else goes through life so unsure of the reality of Reality? Almost depressing to consider!

Not only can the philosopher doubt the existence of other minds - he can doubt the existence of his own! Who is this mysterious entity which should supposedly feel depressed? As far as I can tell, it is simply a perception (lol, as far as who can tell?).

The linear mind presumes that if there are thoughts, then there must be a thinker of the thoughts...except...the only evidence that there is for a thinker is... thought! We have no way of knowing if there is even one mind, let alone other minds!
And if that's the case, there is no thinker who can be depressed... or disturbed for that matter (though the notion itself does appear disturbing...the question is, who does it appear disturbing TO?).

Though many are content to accept the conventional notions of objectivity, none of them are as fascinated by these conventions as the philosophers. Those who are merely content do not know who they are. They simply know the pleasures of conformity.
Philosophy challenges the status quo... asks the impossible questions... investigates the nature of perception... attempts to discern between perception and reality.

Philosophy is far from depressing! it is enlightening!
...to know that you do not know, and to know WHAT you do not know sets one free from the chains of ignorance which entrain people in a world of CONDITIONAL happiness.
While the philosopher is extremely reasonable and logical, he does not presume that one needs a reason to be happy... which is why he can denounce the world and its contents, because his happiness depends on none of it.

Pity for those whose happiness is too fragile to effortlessly let go of attatchments. Or is it? So fun to be interested! and that's the fun of philosophical inquiry!

-Rob