Cogito ergo sum. I think, therefore I am. The joy of Rene Descarte and human intellect combines and crosses, in which of the shadow thus I stand, more often than I should. As crazy as it seems, the merit of thinking, to me at least, is merely a entertainment, for the brains of thirsty, nothing to do, and self riddling "intellectuals." The "thinking" of which I am referring to is not the same "thinking" which is used by engineers, physicians. Nor it is an excuse used almost meaninglessly to buy some time before the eventual apocalypse. It could be equated with drugs, opium, which fueled for centuries and matured numerous addictions. Such famous addicts includes, as early back as Aristotle, Francis Bacon, John Locke, Immanuel Kant, Benjamin Franklin and so on. For them, thinking must have been a joy, a form of opera for their brain. Of course, the validity of pervious statement is hopelessly unprovable thus deserving of death by hanging. However, the point might be intuitive though, that thinking, something of that produces no real world results( unlike problem solving, the more realistic cousin) ,by it self at least, is just fun. Like a brain teaser for big boys, to think about life, government and all that is between the sky above and earth below. Our brain likes it, our intellectual part of ourselves demands it, so we thought and continue to do so. For centuries and centuries and centuries, the collective thinkers and drunks could stack together and reach the moon 10 times fold. Which is a good place to place all the drunks. Back to the point, as we find that "thinking" is nothing but of a entertaining process for people who have free time to think and therefore call them "intellectuals" is design for something greater. It's designed for us to realize our special talents, that we could get a glimpse of horizon of the ocean, without knowing what it is out there. It tells us that we have just a taste of the truth, we are only so little and can accomplish so little. But it is there to give us the reassurance that we are different, like a telescope, reaching to the stars and regift our purpose, whatever that is.
Now, there is something for you to think about.
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