We like our thoughts hard – too hard for us. And high – above our heads. And rich – full of complex things. And dense! And thick!
We like our thoughts to come from beyond us. Beyond our British world. Beyond our cut and dried world. Beyond our-God-is-deader-than-dead world. Beyond our ordinary world. Beyond our medium sized dried goods world.
We like our thoughts racy and transgressive and not really allowed. We like our ideas wild. Grandiose. About Everything. About Nothing. In big capitals!
We like our European philosophers to be thinking things of which our own philosophers would disapprove. That is the very opposite of underlabourer philosophy. Of philosophy as plumbing, or whatever. Of philosophy as the handmaiden of the sciences …
Soaring philosophy: that’s what we love. Philosophy allowed to be philosophy. To dream for us. To speculate. To climb into the sky. To take the great view.
To forget the technical stuff. The finickity stuff. The lost in the details stuff, that everyone writes about over here.
Work in Progress 