Generally speaking, I am not known as a philosopher.  In

idle moments, instead of contemplating the big

imponderables of life, a lot of crap flits through my head.  

Where, for instance, would I flee with my family in the

event of a zombie apocalypse?  If I won the jackpot on the

lottery, would I build a mansion with its own shark tank

like in the movie The Spy Who Loved Me?  And how, despite

the fact that I haven't done anything remotely athletic for

the last decade, did I manage to get athletes' foot?

 

But just occasionally one of the really tough questions will

present itself and refuse to go away until it has been properly

addressed.  These are the questions that challenge my faith.  These are the questions that keep me up at night until I read and study and ponder -- until, at last, I am able to formulate A THEORY.  It is at moments like this that we all become philosophers, because waxing philosophical is the only alternative to repeatedly banging our heads against the locked doors of life's puzzles.

 

Ludwig Wittgenstein once said that "Philosophy is like trying to open a safe with a combination lock: each little adjustment of the dials seems to achieve nothing, only when everything is in place does the door open."  It's an apt description.  I will mull and argue and make little adjustments to my theories until they finally comprise an answer that gives me some clarity and some peace.  What follows here are those theories written, not because I fancy myself as some sort of spiritual guru, but because writing, for me, is the only way to resolve these issues in my own head.  

 

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