Philosophy is essentially the story of a bunch of mostly white rich dudes with lots of time on their hands to ponder their wrinkles in the mirror. From Socrates to Satre, these men contemplated the great questions like "Why am I here?" and "Why is everyone else but me such an idiot?" (More on that later...) A great quote late in the book: "They were all in privileged positions, and they were able to envision the heavens in part because they did not have to sweep the floor."
I went into the book as I think most people would, hoping to pry a little into the greatest minds in history and see if they could shed any light on my own existence. Maybe one of these enlightened beings would really provide me a real answer to "Why am I here?", the question that I think organized religion and their creation myths fail at badly, and that science may never answer. As the Buddha said, there must be a middle way..
|Plato, putting the beard in wisdom|
The main thing to take away from the ancient Greeks is this: you gotta give them credit for trying. They were the pioneers of a new frontier. There were the first in the West to look elsewhere than the gods for answers, to look around with honest eyes and an open mind at the world. And for that I salute them.
But what is remarkable to me is that a hundred years before Socrates was killed for his heretical beliefs, three of the greatest philosophers ever were roaming the East at the same time. Their names were Siddartha Gautama, Confucius, and Lao-tzu.
|The middle path to enlightenment|
He provided a solution to the problem of human suffering and proclaimed that most of what we believe is an illusion driven by desire. Ideas that I think resonate more than ever today in a fractured and materialistic society. Of course, there are parts of Buddhism that I just don't vibe with much. The idea that life is suffering seems a bit of a downer to me, living in sunny Socal is perhaps too cushy. And of course I have to have a pint of Guinness or a glass of wine every once in awhile, I can't just live in an incense-filled cave rolling beads around in my hand all day. But the core ideas of empathy, compassion, that our bodies are impermanent and so are we, that the secret to happiness comes from within by meditating on our common humanity, these are fundamental truths that I deeply believe in. (Unfortunately its one thing to believe in something and its another to get off the couch and do something about it.)
(to be cont.)
PS: What did Buddha order when he walked into McDonald's? "Make me one with everything."