I am in love with the song, "Philosophia" by Guggenheim Grotto.
It was on the mix that Dante was kind enough to burn for me.
It's been stuck in my head all day and the lyrics are simply beautiful to listen to.
"When we’re young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea
It was on the mix that Dante was kind enough to burn for me.
It's been stuck in my head all day and the lyrics are simply beautiful to listen to.
"When we’re young we set our hearts upon some beautiful idea
Maybe something from a holy book or French philosophia
Upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a
Perfect way to end the war of ways the only way to be a…
Work of art, oh, to be a work of art
But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds
Perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds
Oh but if it’s just a thing of taste then everything unwinds
For without an absolute how can the absolute define…"
I’m not really sure what philosophy I subscribe to. I can relate to and draw truths from almost all forms of philosophy. In matters of religion, I am a Deist. In matters of government, I am a Democrat. In matters of happiness and individualism, I am an Objectivist. In matters of society, I am a Marxist. In matters of nature, I am a Transcendentalist.
I believe in the butterfly effect and that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we are influenced by our environment but that there is a part of ourselves that will always stay the same no matter what. I believe in intelligent design of the universe but I also believe in evolution.
I don't think that any religion or philosophy is completely right. Whether through religion or science, we are all searching for the answers to the same questions. But I think it's important to have something to believe in and to hold on to because it's helps to give us comfort and a sense of foundation in a vast, uncertain, and lonely universe.
I’d like to think that we have a greater purpose than merely to exist and to ensure that our offspring exist. But lately, I can’t be sure anymore. I think that the pursuit of happiness is beginning to become synonymous with the pursuit of perfection.
I’m sick of chasing after windmills and trying to interpret the shadows on the cave wall. And I hate that we have to make life so difficult and miserable because this may be all we have and all we’re ever get. The afterlife is not an insurance policy, it’s a beautiful, quixotic fantasy that may or may not exist. And we have to be prepared if it doesn’t.
I just want internal and external peace. I want true love. I want justice. I want truth. I want beauty. I want meaning. I want happiness. That’s all. Is that really so much to ask?
Is that really so much to ask?
Upon the thoughts of better men than us we swear by and decree a
Perfect way to end the war of ways the only way to be a…
Work of art, oh, to be a work of art
But in time a thought comes tugging on the sleeve edge of our minds
Perhaps no perfect way exists at all, just many different kinds
Oh but if it’s just a thing of taste then everything unwinds
For without an absolute how can the absolute define…"
I’m not really sure what philosophy I subscribe to. I can relate to and draw truths from almost all forms of philosophy. In matters of religion, I am a Deist. In matters of government, I am a Democrat. In matters of happiness and individualism, I am an Objectivist. In matters of society, I am a Marxist. In matters of nature, I am a Transcendentalist.
I believe in the butterfly effect and that everything happens for a reason. I believe that we are influenced by our environment but that there is a part of ourselves that will always stay the same no matter what. I believe in intelligent design of the universe but I also believe in evolution.
I don't think that any religion or philosophy is completely right. Whether through religion or science, we are all searching for the answers to the same questions. But I think it's important to have something to believe in and to hold on to because it's helps to give us comfort and a sense of foundation in a vast, uncertain, and lonely universe.
I’d like to think that we have a greater purpose than merely to exist and to ensure that our offspring exist. But lately, I can’t be sure anymore. I think that the pursuit of happiness is beginning to become synonymous with the pursuit of perfection.
I’m sick of chasing after windmills and trying to interpret the shadows on the cave wall. And I hate that we have to make life so difficult and miserable because this may be all we have and all we’re ever get. The afterlife is not an insurance policy, it’s a beautiful, quixotic fantasy that may or may not exist. And we have to be prepared if it doesn’t.
I just want internal and external peace. I want true love. I want justice. I want truth. I want beauty. I want meaning. I want happiness. That’s all. Is that really so much to ask?
Is that really so much to ask?
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