The Last Days of a Dying Sun.1

What is the purpose of philosophy? This a question I have pondered for several years now. And how does one choose the ethos that will be the roadmap for a life well lived?  There are so many systems in existence you can easily cast yourself adrift on the stormy seas of intellectual backwash. 

Cutting through all the bullshit, a philosophical system should exist for one purpose – to serve as a framework and context for the business and pleasure of living. It should be practical and flexible, able to serve its master in the most fluid of situations. In my opinion most of the world’s religions are nothing more than dead, stone-faced philosophies that forget their roots and purposes.  They have forgotten that they  should be the faithful servants of their masters and not the other way around.

In my philosophy consciousness is primary.  Reality is a product of consciousness. Whose consciousness? Mine, of course.  It’s the only one I’m aware really exists. But it’s also yours too.  You might be saying,” Prove it.”  I can’t prove it to you, but it’s self-evident to me since virtually everything that I perceive comes through/from my consciousness.  If I’m not aware of it, it’s irrelevant to me.  When it becomes relevant, I’m aware of it.  Crazy, right.  Prove me wrong. 

 OK, so what?  How is this useful?  This brings me back to the question, ” What is the purpose of philosohy?”  How will this knowledge improve my existence?  That’s really the question of the ages. There are one thousand page tomes residing on dusty bookshelves, in backrooms, hiding in secret vaults dangling that golden carrot for those with eternal persistence.

More to come…