“What is most thought-provoking in these
thought-provoking times, is that we are still not thinking.”
– Martin
Heidegger
Oh how I pine for the misspent days of my youth,
pre-Internet, where anything worthy of interest had to be diligently sought
out, read, pondered, and re-read, soul stirring stuff rarely transmitted in 280
pages, let alone 280 characters.
Quick example? I fondly think back on the hours and
hours spent wandering the book shelves in the Rutgers library on College
Avenue, five floors worth of rickety metal shelving holding dusty dusky books
dozens and decades years old. The frayed cloth jackets of those esoteric relics
from prior ages, cradled reverently in my hands, fingerprinted with ghosts of
students past. My initial forays into religious and philosophic ideas, unguided
(and, hence, usually unfruitful), a drunken ramble through pre-modern thought
(and modern does not necessarily mean “better”). One key phrase or paragraph or
reference would lead me to another book, and another, and another.
The good old days.
When I learned to think.
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