My Complaints

Reading philosophy is like examining life’s futility sometimes. I really like cartesian doubts but when I get to parts like I think therefore I am, I start wondering how Descartes can suddenly believe that ’I’ must be in existence beyond doubt; can’t it be computer stimulated too? Similarly, I get very excited when I read about Camus’ analysis of how life is absurd because we are constantly searching for answers that are almost impossible to be obtained satisfactorily. But it’s disappointing to realise that no god, no science, no phenomenology can explain this hopeless conundrum. Camus exhortations to be constantly aware of this absurdity and to persistently revolt against it are at best tragically heroic. Plato says that Man’s body of knowledge is like a tree, the trunk of which is physics and the roots of which is metaphysics; at times, we find that we’re a little rootless. Up till now, we still cannot prove conclusively that God exist/ do not exist and whether there is mind/body duality.