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Tag: Ethics

  • Memory, truth, love; or, knowledge in the ethical response

    What is the role of memory (or knowledge or epistemology) in ethics? Is learning or knowing necessary in being ethical? Here is a thought experiment on memory and relations or interactions. Going about the day in a mall while waiting for a particular time, you started feeling thirsty. You decided to go to a coffee…

  • Philosophical value

    I am tempted to titled this as On romanticising philosophy for the idea came from this notion of the apparent ‘uses’ or ‘values’ of philosophy. Now I do not intend to defend my love for philosophy, and it may perhaps be due my own experience in coming into philosophy that I found absolutely nothing wrong…

  • Framework of reference

    Framework of reference

    There is an idea that knowledge and/or wisdom can be simplified into particular cognitive ‘building blocks’ put together to form (or re-form) a machine-like organ (the brain/mind or the human being itself); through this machine-like thing comes output and that the quality (or quantity) of this output is what determines the value (success/effectiveness/goodness/etc.) of the…

  • What is [good/bad] philosophy?

    What is [good/bad] philosophy?

    Maybe this is something that we can think about for now. What is good philosophy? What is bad philosophy? My initial idea is to simply Google the question off and see what others have said. However, maybe let us first try to see what we have learned in our last year and a half of…

  • What does it take for one to live a good life?

    What does it take for one to live a good life?

    What does it take for one to live a good life? I think I remember writing an essay with a similar title some time ago, around when I was working on the first module of my Advanced Reflexive Metaphysics course. Do I even remember my answer back then? I wonder how much has changed. Maybe…

  • Nature/nurture

    Nature/nurture

    Just a few minutes ago, I felt like I was about to crash into concrete—the feeling was that of free-falling, but slower, almost as if I would have only enough time for being fully conscious of the inevitable crash and that I do not seem to have it in me to find a way out.…