Finding Ourselves In Class
From our class is get the idea that if we don’t leave the class everyday with a complete understanding of who we are, we are less wise than those who know who they are. But the way I see it is that we are indeed wiser than those who say they know the self. Because I personally feel that the people who are truly wise do not whole heartily jump to conclusions and believe everything one person might say about the self. I see class being divided into 3 different groups people, those who “know thyself”, those who do not, and those who can care less. I believe those who do not know about the self and do not care enough to find it is wiser because they are taking their time learn. Finding the self isn’t something that can be concluded over the course of three months of in class arguments and assignments that I can’t whole heartily complete because I don’t feel an attachment to what it is asking me to do. I compare myself to me when I thought I knew who I was and I can’t believe that that was who I was back then.
Knowing thyself is, not knowing at all. That was who I was back then. Before this whole “know thyself” business ever emerged. Back then I was convinced that I had found who I was. How is that possible? This related to Rousseau’s idea that infants and children not already brought to their knees by the world’s seductive corruption is as pure as a human being can get. Why? They are foreign to the world. Compared to us who are given these tools in our search for the self, I believe that we will never truly discover who or what the self really is, aside from convincing ourselves that we really are who we are. Can we truly find the self with the nicely wrapped tools given to us?
Knowing thyself is, not knowing at all. That was who I was back then. Before this whole “know thyself” business ever emerged. Back then I was convinced that I had found who I was. How is that possible? This related to Rousseau’s idea that infants and children not already brought to their knees by the world’s seductive corruption is as pure as a human being can get. Why? They are foreign to the world. Compared to us who are given these tools in our search for the self, I believe that we will never truly discover who or what the self really is, aside from convincing ourselves that we really are who we are. Can we truly find the self with the nicely wrapped tools given to us?