Mar 08, 2006 11:47
Today I find myself thinking hard in Politics Seminar. There are always unanswerable questions in politics and philosophy... there are more so in political philosophy. Is knowledge the ultimate goal of human civilisation? Is it truly pleasure of the highest strata?
So I walk the slick and slippery streets home, still thinking. The air is saturated with water - water heavy and lazy, carelessly falling from solid objects in this solid world. It caresses and sings, leaving sinuous trails on lacquer, fresh paint and glass. So I walk still, water coating my clothes like sugar, and marvel at the juxtaposition of Knowledge and life itself.
Why must we deny our 'baser instincts' to be able to say we have civilisation and knowledge. Is it not astonishingly obsessive to feel the need to formulate theories, concepts and precepts to harness Life? It is undeniable that we, in our masochistic way, feel we have to offer up to Knowledge our simple wants and needs. Why is there high intrinsic value in a book and less in the pleasure of watching the rain?
As it stands, I am undecided as to whether knowledge hinders or accentuates our ability to generate pleasure from other things.