I’ve been intending to update in here for the past four weeks or so since school started (perhaps re-started would be more accurate to my case), and talk about my classes, my commute, whatever. But let’s start small: philosophy. I’m taking a course that’s starting with a bunch of historical philosophical foundations of the study of mind. Reading philosophy in general drives me absolutely batshit, because I generally find it to be incoherent, idiotic, or both.

Enter John Searle, a Berkeley professor and relatively famous modern philosopher who wrote the book we’re reading at the moment. I enjoy his style immensely. He’s concise, coherent, and pragmatic, and this sentence, which bade me stop reading to write in here, really captures his essence nicely:

Philosophy begins with a sense of mystery and wonder at what any sane person regards as too obvious to worry about.