It struck me that the whole business of philosophy is just a talking shop around the subject of so what’s it all about? which never, ever comes up with the definitive answer and almost certainly never will.
So do we have them to aid us in our own thought processes, adding depth and complexity and level upon level? I suppose so, but it doesn’t actually get us anywhere, does it? Whether I spend my life reading weighty philosophical tomes, or whether I just muse occasionally on the place of the bumblebee in the greater scheme of things, I’m never going to know what it’s all about. It’s ultimately just for the sake of amusement, and for that you don’t need weighty tomes.
So here’s what I think we should do. I think we should go into all the seats of learning and remove all the philosophy books to a vault. And then we should set up a big stone in each of them, on which is sculpted:
If you want to think about the meaning of life, the universe and everything, then do so. If you don’t, then do something else.
And leave it at that.
(So now I expect I’ll be hailed on with bananas, on each of which will be sculpted: but it is integral to the human condition to want to enquire. OK.)