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Some words to share:
"Tis better to be a dissatisfied Socrates than a satisfied fool or pig." - John Stuart Mills
The following are by Peter Cave (Humanism: A Beginner's Guide):
"A fluorishing life is more than a series of pleasurable episodes."
"Some take their lives seriously; some lives are carefree. Either way, there is something that we are standing for. Many of us, at times, in one way or another, wonder how we should fill our life, instead of just letting ourselves be swept along. Wittgenstein wrote: 'How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life.' This may be read as a sigh of joy - or of despair. How impressed we should be by the power of a small idea? - or how depressed that a triviality could keep us so satisfied?"
"For humanists, earthly life is all we have. And it can offer both too much and yet too little. Perhaps one would like to try out the life of the artist, yet also of the scientist; of the unworldly, yet also the worldly; of the loyal family man or woman, yet also the Casanova or coutesan; of the passive, yet also the active. We may be tempted by a life of solitude, yet also one filled with friends; of a life alone by the sea and stars, yet also a gregarious city life, with theatres and dinners. Lifestyles rule out others. The whole life of conformity rules out the life of variety. Greyness cuts out rainbows. Simplicity denies complexity."
Such are the limits to life & thus further warrants making careful choices over drifting with commitments. That's just my opinion. As it is, I realise many are satisfied (mindfully or otherwise) with how life plays out its mundane sequence so long as their pockets are never empty.
I'll just conclude with a hilarious paragraph from this book:
"We return to Miranda, supposing she is aged twenty-five. She goes swimming off Ipanema Beach, dressed in a little more than Chanel Number 5. Unfortunately, she encounters Suzie, aged five. Suzie is a shark, well disposed to Chanel and soon well fed on Miranda. Miranda no longer exists; so how can she have been harmed by her death? The way forward is: compare Miranda's actual life of twenty-five years, before Suzie's dining, with the realistically possible life of eighty years. That identifies the loss of fifty-five years that she has suffered, even though she knows nothing of it. We also have grip on our greater distress, common when a person dies young than when old. After all, if I, aged ninety-nine, go swimming off Ipanema wearing little more than my Chanel Number 5 and Suzie attacks, clearly desperate for food and lack aesthetic discrimination, few people feel my loss is as great as Miranda's."
"Tis better to be a dissatisfied Socrates than a satisfied fool or pig." - John Stuart Mills
The following are by Peter Cave (Humanism: A Beginner's Guide):
"A fluorishing life is more than a series of pleasurable episodes."
"Some take their lives seriously; some lives are carefree. Either way, there is something that we are standing for. Many of us, at times, in one way or another, wonder how we should fill our life, instead of just letting ourselves be swept along. Wittgenstein wrote: 'How small a thought it takes to fill a whole life.' This may be read as a sigh of joy - or of despair. How impressed we should be by the power of a small idea? - or how depressed that a triviality could keep us so satisfied?"
"For humanists, earthly life is all we have. And it can offer both too much and yet too little. Perhaps one would like to try out the life of the artist, yet also of the scientist; of the unworldly, yet also the worldly; of the loyal family man or woman, yet also the Casanova or coutesan; of the passive, yet also the active. We may be tempted by a life of solitude, yet also one filled with friends; of a life alone by the sea and stars, yet also a gregarious city life, with theatres and dinners. Lifestyles rule out others. The whole life of conformity rules out the life of variety. Greyness cuts out rainbows. Simplicity denies complexity."
Such are the limits to life & thus further warrants making careful choices over drifting with commitments. That's just my opinion. As it is, I realise many are satisfied (mindfully or otherwise) with how life plays out its mundane sequence so long as their pockets are never empty.
I'll just conclude with a hilarious paragraph from this book:
"We return to Miranda, supposing she is aged twenty-five. She goes swimming off Ipanema Beach, dressed in a little more than Chanel Number 5. Unfortunately, she encounters Suzie, aged five. Suzie is a shark, well disposed to Chanel and soon well fed on Miranda. Miranda no longer exists; so how can she have been harmed by her death? The way forward is: compare Miranda's actual life of twenty-five years, before Suzie's dining, with the realistically possible life of eighty years. That identifies the loss of fifty-five years that she has suffered, even though she knows nothing of it. We also have grip on our greater distress, common when a person dies young than when old. After all, if I, aged ninety-nine, go swimming off Ipanema wearing little more than my Chanel Number 5 and Suzie attacks, clearly desperate for food and lack aesthetic discrimination, few people feel my loss is as great as Miranda's."
