Tag: love
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…
For philosophy
The temptation is to think about thinking (that is, to ‘philosophise’ about philosophising) instead of simply thinking. In a way, it feels like an attempt to ‘get ahead’ of philosophy, preemptively making the path rather than allowing it to show itself as one walks through it. One reads the works of the greats and works…
Observations
How does life happen? This is the question of the observer. After the journey of the seeker who longed to know the source of all things, Being sits down in the midst of everything and observes. It seems passive. Nothing seems to be happening. The Being is not doing. What are you observing exactly? The…
“What makes life worth living?”
At the root of many moral and ethical enquiries is the question “What makes life worth living?” The question comes in various forms, such as “What does it mean to live a good life?” or “How can one be a good person?” In the end, if it equates something good with something worthwhile, then the…
On freedom
When one speaks of ‘freedom’ or ‘liberation’, an immediate thought might be the idea of the basic human rights, usually composed of aspects that address what a human person needs to survive. It is not uncommon that a rally for ‘freedom’ comes with slogans pertaining to higher wages, or ability to take paid absences from…
Resentment
Resentment, like many strong and catalytic emotions, feels unnecessarily negative and complex sometimes. One may wish to be completely without it or so live with a particular kind of guilt. The feeling of resentment is deeply rooted in one’s centre, similar to a heartache, but much more subtle and numbing; it is despise mixed seamlessly…
Pretty musings that are apparently untitled
One glimpse at the overwhelming finitude that is day-to-day life is more than enough for a never-ending stream of writing. That, in part, seems to lead to a hesitation to write—as an idea, there seems to be just so much to write about and starting is, therefore, an impossible venture; do I begin chronologically or…
On fear
One meets fear at the start of an endeavour. Before the first step is even thought of, it asks so many questions to which answering, unknowingly most times, takes more effort than proceeding with the task itself. Yet fear is not the opposite of love, as it may oftentimes be misconceived as, for fear comes…
Bágay-bágay
Mangungulila tayo sa mga bagay-bagay na habambuhay ay atin naman lagi’t lagi’t naririto, pumapalagay lagi’t lagi’y sinasantabi, sumasaglit, sumasandali—mga bagay na nililimot, binibitawan mga bagay na hindi mapakawalan. Mangungulila tayo sa mga mithiin na dating gumagabay, yumayakap sa atin narito na naman tayo sa punto ng pagtatanto at mangyaring pagpili sa mga bagay na nililimot,…
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Where else would I look at but the eyes Eyes that seem to bring to a time I cannot remember