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I read this as a part of a Philosophy class I’m taking on Death.
In reading Phaedo, I was struck by how…taupe the life of a philosopher is.
And what about the pleasures of love – should he care for them?
By no means.
There were very good arguments presented but I was constantly haunted by “how close to death is the life of a philosopher” and the statements that philosophers shun all the morsels of life (body functions, good food, a healthy sex life) in order to locate the “truth.” I found a lot of truth lacking from those statements. It seems that there is quite a bit missing from this brand of truth.
Or maybe I’m too much of a hedonist to be able to fully understand the desire to make of yourself a walking corpse in order to spend more time inside your own head. Obviously, I will not be getting a degree in Philosophy.