In many of the philosophy dialogues I have studied they have almost always taken place in a bath house. People get into a debate that becomes crazy enough to last hours or days or weeks and then someone decides to chisel it into a clay tablet for their archives, later to be discovered and made into a subject worthy of majoring in.
Today's gym experience made me think: we still have philosophical debates. These debates are had by the strangest of people in the Sauna of the Gym that I go to.
So far I have just side-lined whenever a debate starts or when I happen to walk into the Sauna and there is already a debate going. The people and the debates seem to always be the oddest and pretty far fetched.
I know my day will come when I have to put in my two cents and have the people around me soak it up like water to a dry sponge. I just hope I don't stigmatize myself.
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