I've always, like many curious, ‘unphilosophic’ and scientific minds, asked myself the point of philosophy in our scientific era. I've only come to the conclusion that it is only a selfish endeavor aimed at the satisfaction of one's own insatiable egoism (me-centeredness), a piece of snobbishness.
I have been a war-child, a child on constant move, and a child searching for answers. It's my hope that you'll be inspired to frisk or grope for your own answers whenever possible.
Ideas are all around us. They don't have to be good ideas, but they have to teach one into being good.
We will have to accept some Thomistic abstract here. There are times one has to be careful as to what one has to say, however, there are
As people who'd been exposed to the indignities and dehumanizing effects of war, appreciating ourselves in the abstract seems strange and curious. But still, the desire is overwhelming if not imperious.
At times, this abstract start-up will be mocked and played down by the learned in an attempt to protect their enclaves. This is always the start of something monstrously extraordinary. If the force of such undesired significance exerts itself in a manner that can't be ignored, then it is looked at with: "I knew they had that in them."
Audacity and persistence are never frustrated if taken with the required virtue of humility and the old time cliché of helping the world.
South Sudan has emerged from the dust and blood of fifty years of paralyzing monstrous civil war. To appreciate the beauty South Sudan is is to present the serene Southern echo of weaver bird in a poetic elegance, to present the majesty of the Nile with prescient and hypnotic prose.
