Monthly Archives: May 2020

The Disconsolation Of Philosophy

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(This essay originally appeared at 3 Quarks Daily. Reprinted with permission.)
By Joseph Shieber

This semester I’ve been teaching a first-year seminar entitled “Propaganda”. It is, unfortunately, a very timely topic. Continue reading The Disconsolation Of Philosophy

Arthur C. Brooks: “Three Equations for a Happy Life”

The Three Equations for a Happy Life, Even During a Pandemic” in “The Atlantic.” I generally don’t like his work as he is a  religious and political ideologue. He was president for a decade of the ultra-conservative American Enterprise Institute, and he was converted to Catholicism after he believed the Virgin Mary appeared to him. I’m not kidding. Continue reading Arthur C. Brooks: “Three Equations for a Happy Life”

Philosophy cannot resolve the question ‘How should we live?’

</p> <p>Medical workers in Wuhan embrace. 8 April 2020. <em>Photo by Hector Retamal/AFP/Getty</em></p> <p>by Dave Ellis – This article was originally published at Aeon and has been republished under Creative Commons.

The question How should we live? is one that many ask in a crisis, jolted out of normal patterns of life. But that question is not always a simple request for a straightforward answer, as if we could somehow read off the ‘correct’ answer from the world. Continue reading Philosophy cannot resolve the question ‘How should we live?’

Everything Is Meaningless – But That’s Okay

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(Originally published at 3 Quarks Daily. Reprinted by permission.)
by Charlie Huenemann

What would it be for life to have a “meaning”? What does it mean when people say life is meaningful? I’m not sure, so let’s start with smaller, more obviously meaningful things. Better yet, let’s start with some meaningless things. Continue reading Everything Is Meaningless – But That’s Okay

The Stoics on Death (Walking Through a Cemetery)

(This is my 1000th post.)

I take regular walks through a cemetery in my neighborhood and recently noticed a new grave for a twelve-year-old boy who had been killed in a car accident. Coincidentally, on one of my walks, I encountered the parents of the young boy who were visiting their son’s gravesite. Continue reading The Stoics on Death (Walking Through a Cemetery)