#philsosphy

[kjmckendry]

Book Review: Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman

I've been reading a lot more this year than I have in a while and I thought I'd share some of my favorite books every now and then.

Four Thousand Weeks by Oliver Burkeman is an eye opening look at how we really think about what we do each day and how we end up spending most of our time. The average person lives approximately 4,000 weeks and that of course is if you're lucky to live into your 80s. That doesn't really seem like very many weeks. For me, that means I'm more than half done. I only have about 1296 weeks left.

My task is to think about how I really want to spend those. Maybe some days I still want to sit back and watch some football with my husband or take a nice long nap, but for me the point is that I want to be consciously making those decisions. I want to be present and choose what is important to me each moment.

[wormholealice]

I thought about recently the past versus the present or...how moments of time move. It’s a difficult concept to explain fully, but I can at least try. 

If we think of time in the way it exists in space, in that if the universe is expanding, the dimensions of time is also expanding. But what happens in the very moment you are living, as it becomes on of those things where you can get infinitely close to the very moment you are in, but it’s always fleeting.

So maybe this moment of life in infinite and as time expands, this moment becomes the past, because we are all moving through space, therefore we are also moving through time. 

I also thought this to be similar to the start of the universe, because we can seem to get very close to what happened at the exact moment the universe began, but we cannot actually reach the exact moment. And as the seconds tally up after the start of the universe, it is expanding. 

But if when the universe is created, how is time being involved if it didn’t exist before? How can the start of the universe be a start if it suppose to be the universe? The existence of time on our universe might mean that our universe is not a uni-verse, but just simply a verse, in which maybe there are other verses.

[letpapersleep]

oh my god i AM thinking about casey...........

[incognitiously]

Destreza: Sword and dagger, according to Texedo

Destreza: Sword and dagger, according to Texedo

My birthday’s on the seventh, so in the spirit of gift-giving, I’m releasing my translation of the dagger section (and the short subsequent buckler and rotella secion) from Pedro Texedo Sicilia de Teruel’s Escuela de Principiantes, y Promptuario de Cuestiones en la filosofia de la verdadera destreza de las armas (Primer and summary of questions in the philsosphy of the true skill at arms). The…

[thethunderfoot-blog]

The Banquet's end

The Banquet’s end

It is a universal truth that there exists between man and inanimate objects a mysterious. Astute observers of humanity, such as Woody Allen speaks of the “innate hostility of inanimate objects to man.” I concur. My contribution to this dialectic is a response to one of humankind’s worst inventions-the public toilet roll dispenser. Where they fail in utility, they succeed as effective metaphors of…

[dommingjeffsatur]

my philsosphy teacher is Roasting some states of austria and it is one of the few based things she has ever said

[therealhouseteensofsquamish-blog]

O Lord, help me to be pure, but not yet.

Saint Augustine

[chantelagen]

Den allvarsamma leken

"Man väljer inte sitt öde. Och man väljer lika litet sin hustru eller sin älskarinna eller sina barn." - Hjalmar Söderberg

[tolivecontent]

“The essence of all morality is this: to believe that every human being is of infinite importance, and therefore that no consideration of expediency can justify the oppression of one by another. But to believe this it is necessary to believe in God.”

Human Rights and Belief in God - NYTimes.com

[thethunderfoot-blog]

The elementary heaviness of being

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I watched a plastic bag dance in a breeze. The way its creased grey skin responded to the air felt remarkably familiar. Gravity is the heaviness that living on earth imposes on the body. If the soul expands and comes close to the surface of the skin, the weight of air upon it is enormous, and often escapes as a sigh. Let…