#philosopy

[theoptia]

Hegel’s logic deals with the development of God's thinking, prior to the creation of the world, and is called heavenly logic. However, unlike formal logic, it does not merely deal with the formal laws of thought. Although it holds itself to be the development of God's thinking, it attempts to deal with the most universal definitions and laws of reality.

[visaika]

The question isn’t whether you’re smart enough to see the patterns. It’s whether you’re brave enough to break them.

The Doomsday Switch

[enlitment]

A collection of Plato's texts from National Library in Edinburgh

[pro-philosopher]

Meet John Locke in our Ace Attorney Like philosopher DEBATING SIM.

No.

You CANNOT DATE HIM!

[dreidelsanddragons]

I've been watching my partner slowly lose it writing an essay about Nozick and thinking it's so cute how worked up they're getting. But they've finally done it. They've persuaded me to allow myself to be dragged to hell to fist-fight the fucker

[mkhancock]

Eurydice’s Memory

by M.K. Hancock

I’ve been through 

Meaningful connections

Among life’s mysteries

A cycling and unorthodox

Series of complexities

Misery in memories

Unresolved grief

My moments

Fragmented to bits

I decode to know

And over the years

With learning and tears

I’ve found them whole again

French Philosopher

Jacques Derrida suggested 

deconstruction

As a manner of viewing

Signs and Sign Processes

(What Semiotics calls

Communication)

Deconstruction

Is a form of Semiotic Analysis

AKA a way to see

What’s deep underneath

Communication

Disassembling

Something as

Significant

As the abrupt

Quiet

Behind Orpheus

Who misses

Eurydice

With every shadow 

He sees

But his heart

Learns to love

Her memory

Always incomplete

But there in his mind

In each moment

He recalls as a

Widower Twice

To one woman

The day is different

And so is he and

Traces of her linger

However incomplete

The memories

Guide his heart

Her words

His mind

Their love

He takes the grief

As a sign it happened

That his loss, as mysterious

As it was, was truly

Real

That one day

He may hold her again

When it is his turn

To cross the Styx

A final time

Until then

The stones may weep

To hear his grieving

Soul release through

Music

His sweetest songs

Gone with her

[cult-of-alan-watts]

"Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations." ~Alan Watts

[magnusfilius]

I feel like gray days, quiet days, shit days whatever you want to call them are constant reminders that everything is temporary. They bring a sense of stillness, a chance to pause and reflect. It’s a time to be introspective, like a mirror for your mind to check itself. A reminder that moods and circumstances shift. I like to think of them as a space for balance, where days don’t have to be extreme all the time.