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"In the beginning was solitude." It was before the word and continued to be afterwards and after words.
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... An omniscient God would never philosophize. He would not do science either. A perfect being who knows it all would not wonder and ask questions. He would know all possible combinations and would not get restricted by particular languages finite in number. He would immediately perceive all aspects of things in a Parmenidean universe.
God would never desire. It is a quality of the mortal, the finite, the imperfect. Philosophy, in the most general sense, is a desire for seeing and understanding like an infinite God. We cannot talk about philosophy's failure or mistake because desire cannot fail. The success of philosophy, just like art, is its being.
Philosophy is painful. The main source of this is our having to live one life while retaining some idea both of other possibilities we annihilate in every actualization and of infinity we are incapable to grap as a whole. It is painful because it never lets one feel the gratification of arrival. It is phil-o-sophia; and "loving" is totally dissimilar to "eating" or "touching". The object of love is essentially a vision, a phantom, a fictitious entity. That's why it is love of wisdom, not "inquiry into wisdom" or "knowledge of wisdom."
There was a thinker who was born in Denmark. His heart was dark and burdensome. He was known as Johannes de Silentio. He wrote: "Everyone shall be remembered, but each became great in proportion to his expectancy. One became great by expecting the possible, another by expecting the eternal; but he who expected the impossible became the greatest of all."
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