We’ve just returned from Budapest, for the wedding of one of my oldest friends, David, who I met at university in 1986. Continue reading
Posted in Life
Tagged Happiness, Travel
One of the reasons I started blogging four years ago was to share my excitement about the world. What an extraordinary place we inhabit! And life itself is such a miracle, and a true privilege. It’s something to be savoured every second of every day. Continue reading
Morality, it is sometimes said, represents the way that people would like the world to work. And Aesthetics could be said to represent the way people would like the world to look.
Ethics and Aesthetics can be grouped together in philosophy under Value Theory, the implication being that the two principles derive from the same fundamental instinct; from the same part of the human mind.
As Wittgenstein put it: “Ethics and aesthetics are one and the same.” (Thanks to Michelle Joelle for this.)
Now a moral world where no one suffered would be a beautiful thing for sure, but there’s a strong negative aspect to this correlation between ethics and aesthetics too. Continue reading
So, Facebook has introduced alternatives to the Like button. They are Love, HaHa, Wow, Sad and Angry.Like, wow. How sad. That makes me angry, because haha, some of those words are verbs, some are adjectives, and some are exclamations. They don’t go together, Facebook! And anyway, I’m never going to use them, because, well, obviously, you know? Continue reading
Here I’m not asking what makes you sad. Rather I’m asking, what is the purpose of sadness? Generally speaking, there is an evolutionary reason for all the abilities and faculties that we humans possess. So what is the evolutionary advantage of sadness? Continue reading
These days there are so many different ways for young people to meet and fall in love. Dating websites. Speed dating. Tinder. But I want to suggest something completely different. Continue reading
Today is my birthday, and at this age, I am three times as old as my elder son, and four times the age of my younger. My elder son is four years older than his younger brother. Can you tell how old I am? Continue reading