Philosopher Arthur Schopenhauer, unfortunately, didn't have much to offer us in his consolations about death, but, more importantly, he succeeded in helping us believe that life was worth living, even if this was somewhat unintended; he was a nihilist through and through. Philosopher David Bather Woods, in his new book Arthur Schopenhauer: The Life and Thought of Philosophy's Greatest Pessimist, chronicles Schopenhauer's life and thought in a manner resembling a parable.
In debates over mounting political polarization, few concerns are voiced more often than the loss of compromise. The decline of bipartisanship is often treated as both a symptom and a cause of democratic dysfunction-a sign that democracy is becoming more fragile and divided. Despite consistent public support for leaders willing to meet in the middle, meaningful compromises between political opponents are increasingly hard to come by.
First off, Todd May has quickly become one of my favorite philosophers of the present. I first got acquainted with Todd May via the show "The Good Place". His first work I read was Death, which helped me a lot with my own understandings, feelings, and thoughts about death. Especially around the time of Bart's death, and I remember going for a hike at Governor Dick and reading it.
When you picture Santa Claus, a white, bearded, overweight and jolly man who dashes around delivering gifts to children during the Christmas season probably comes to mind. Yet, not everyone who dons the red suit fits this stereotype. That's what Bethany Cockburn, Borbala Csillag and I learned when we teamed up to study professional Santas. For our study, we looked into how these professional Santas were able to "be" Santa, even if they didn't fully fit the image.
We could imagine infinity but never actually achieve it. Post-Aristotle, infinity was always idealized, never realized - a philosophical construct at best. As something that could never be reached, infinity could never be treated as a proper mathematical object, most believed. Through the millennia, some of the top philosophical and mathematical minds of their day turned their attention to the concept, pondered it at length, and inevitably gave it up.
Research articles Consulting the Elder: Intertextuality in the "Lord Ai Asked" Confucian Dialogues Scott Cook New Manuscript Evidence on the Formation of the Analects: The Warring States Anhui University *Zhongni Said and the Wangjiazui *Kongzi Said Maddalena Poli, Yumeng Li Beyond the Four Seas: Chi Jiu Zhi Ji Tang Zhi Wu 赤鳩之集湯之屋 And The Roles of Ministers in Early China Huiyao Yang
In his short film Papers (1991), the Japanese artist Yoshinao Satoh assembles thousands of newspaper images into a transfixing animation. Moving through a flurry of Japanese characters, moon phases, Go games, house plans and faces that grows ever faster, Satoh creates a mass-media collage that seems to anticipate the age of information overload. Amplifying the frenzied pace and mesmerising effect, he pairs the imagery with a propulsive work by the US composer Steve Reich.
For most of Western history, the soul was the master key to human nature, the invisible essence that thinkers from Plato to Descartes believed set us apart from animals, grounded morality, and housed the mind itself. Psychology, in its earliest form, was literally the "study of the soul." Mental illness was treated as a disturbance of this fragile inner essence. Even as modern science began to peel the mind away from metaphysics, the soul proved stubborn, clinging to public imagination
I fall down YouTube rabbit holes sometimes as a way of unwinding. Lately, the algorithm has been sending me videos of teenagers covering rock songs from the '70s and early '80s, and some of them are better than they have any right to be. I've been particularly struck by how many of these bands choose to do covers of Rush songs.
Fifteen years ago, when I started studying the international dating industry, few people took the subject seriously. The term "mail-order bride" was treated as a punch line - something outdated, associated with lonely men and poor women who migrated from Eastern Europe, Asia or other places to meet their new husbands in the United States. But I've seen firsthand how ideas about gender, intimacy and global mobility have shifted.
It's funny because people ask me often, as you can imagine, what is it like being Bruce Lee's daughter? The answer that I give nowadays, which most people don't like, is that it's the same as you being the child of your parent, right? They're like, no, it's not. I say, but it is. It's exactly the same. Of course there are many fans of my father who come up to me and express themselves to me, so perhaps it's on a different scale sometimes.
First, I argued that libertarian free will-that is, the idea that the will can form itself in the mind independently of antecedent causes and conditions-is inconceivable. We can imagine to act differently, but we cannot show that we can. Second, the retreat to a higher-order will, imagined to freely act to create the effective will, merely kicks the can down the alley. Any meta-will begs for a yet higher-order will to be explained, and hence, we end up with an infinite regress of wills.
What do these battles have in common: the war on drugs, the war on cancer, the war on poverty, the war on obesity, and the war on terror? If you guessed they're all wars we've largely failed to win, you're right. Consider the War on Drugs-launched in the 1970s with billions spent and countless lives impacted, yet addiction rates remain stubbornly high. Or the War on Poverty, declared in the 1960s, which made progress but never eradicated poverty.
When people picture a rabbi, they may imagine a man standing in front of a congregation in a synagogue. But "rabbi" means much more than that. For example, a rabbi could be a teacher, a nonprofit executive for a Jewish organization or a scholar of Jewish law - and, increasingly, some of those roles are held by Orthodox women. For decades, liberal denominations have permitted women to be ordained.
In philosophy, physicalism is the idea that everything can be explained in physical terms. Whether through atoms, electrons, quarks, fields, or other physical processes, physicalism holds that every phenomenon ultimately depends on the physical world. In the philosophy of mind, this means that everything about the mind can, in principle, be explained by the physical processes of the brain. We don't yet know all the details, but physicalism maintains that a complete explanation is possible.
I usually find conferences pretty soul-sucking: hotel conference rooms, fluorescent lighting, bad food. Trying to snatch a few moments of conversation with friends or colleagues while organizers remind you to clear the hallway and join the official sessions. Sitting in the back of a large ballroom, laptop out, sneaking in a little work while people disguise their own mini-talks as questions for the speaker.
The other researcher suggested that the methodology we use should, to a large extent, be dictated by our epistemological philosophy. For example, are you a positivist, interpretivist, a hypothetico-deductivist, a post-positivist or some other stance appearing on the list of epistemological perspectives? I imagine many readers of this blog, like myself, will be surprised by this stance. Since day one of my research methods training, I've been taught that it's the research question that should dictate your methodology...
Camille Gent, a Christian minister in Oregon, told the Daily Mail how - during a medical emergency in 2013 - she felt herself descending into hell, where demons crawled on her flesh, clawed at her skin and tormented her with false visions of her family. She describes how she was thrown through multiple worsening realms, each darker than the last, before reaching a fourth level where she confronted Satan himself.
Beyond all the concrete things schools can offer - academics, research opportunities, sports, dining halls - is something both basic and hard to define: a sense of belonging. Factors such as race and gender can influence how at home a student feels on campus, contributing to their overall well-being. But my research highlights the role of religion and spirituality, too: how support for students' worldviews - whether they're deeply religious, atheist or somewhere in between - shapes their campus experience.
I look at my Fitbit and note despondently that I have done only 2,247 steps today. I haven't met my 'hydration goal' or crossed everything off my to-do list. I didn't think of three things I was grateful for before I went to sleep last night, nor did I meditate this morning. I didn't wake up early enough, and I probably won't get seven to nine hours of sleep. The perfect version of myself hovers in my peripheral vision - healthy, happy and, above all, productive.
The first tradition views psychoanalysis as an effort to discover something true about the mind. That truth may be difficult to access and our methods imperfect, but the project assumes that a psychological reality exists and can be known, at least in part. Analysts in this lineage take for granted that human beings possess enduring inner worlds shaped by early experiences. They study drives, conflicts, defense mechanisms, object representations, personality, and psychopathology.
The loved ones we call the deaddepart from us and for a whileare absent. And then as ifcalled back by our love, they comenear us again. They enter our dreams.We feel they have been near uswhen we have not thought of them.They are simply here, simply waitingwhile we are distracted amongour obligations. At lastit comes to us: They live nowin the permanent world.We are the absent ones.
For me, philosophy was both an unexpected and inevitable choice. I studied Computer Science as an undergraduate, History of Science for my master's degree, and Philosophy of Science for my doctorate. My intention was to gain a more comprehensive and profound understanding of science from an STS perspective-that was why I switched disciplines. Ultimately, however, philosophy became my profession. This was entirely because I was deeply fascinated by the works of Thomas Kuhn, Imre Lakatos, and others,
Consider what happens when you observe anything external to yourself. Light reflects off an object, travels through space, enters your eye, and triggers photoreceptor cells. These generate neural signals that journey through multiple processing stages in your visual cortex, integrate with other sensory information and memory, and finally produce the conscious experience of "seeing." That's extraordinary mediation. Multiple transformation layers where information gets filtered, compressed, interpreted, and reconstructed. By the time you "see" something, you're experiencing a highly processed representation, not the thing itself.
And then there are the harder landmines: the offhand political remark, the joke only a third of the table finds funny, or the question that hits a little too close to home. Tension itches under the surface. You can feel your pulse speed up. Your jaw tightens. Someone's voice rises. This is the moment the Stoics trained for. Not the holiday itself-but the split-second before you respond. This is the Stoic's holiday negotiation rule: Don't react. Negotiate.
A lot of the problems that face us, and the opportunities that present themselves, are defined not by our own choices or even the specific place or government we're living under, but by the particular epoch of human events that our lives happen to coincide with. The Industrial Revolution, for example, presented opportunities for certain kinds of business success it made some people very rich while others were exploited. If you'd known that was the name of your era, it would have given you a clue about what kinds of events to prepare for.
'Do you have the 20 bucks you promised me for gas?' I twisted the key in the ignition. The staccato heaving of my electric blue Chrysler PT Cruiser competed with Anita's rustling through her floppy purse. 'Ugh, I must've forgotten it. Surely, that's OK. I'll just - ' I started gasping for air. After weeks of forcing a state of calm collectedness, my body finally rebelled. My voice: ' Surely that's OK?! ' (First, mocking.)
