Life of Philosophy

Who was the first philosopher? Perhaps one who had the first question about life and death. Question is the necessary condition for astonishment we feel hidden behind the miraculous presence of consciousness in matter and substance. Is there any universe without mind and matter? Buddha deconstructed life as five aggregates, consisting of four subtle mental elements and one gross element in nature of matter. Mind is predominant factor, if we rely on Buddha or quantum physicians, in shaping the reality of life. In ordinary consciousness, the question of mind and matter is presupossed as obvious fact. But for a philosopher like Buddha or Ervin Schroedinger, the obviousness of fact is questioned so as to unravel the beauty of truth behind phenomenon. Philosophy is an art of astonishment, a science of truth, and a possibility of unsettlement. It makes the world strange or demystify the strangeness quite often.

Birth of sciences didn't hamper the growth of philosophy rather enriched this ancient art. Upnishad is as relevant today as it was when wonderful minds of the ancient age speculated the beauty of life and death. Socrates is as useful as he was once upon a time. Certainly, metaphysics is blamed for its uncertainty; however, nobody can question its imaginative field which is always a source of aspiration to go beyond the obvious. What was obvious once upon a time is strange and untrue today; what is fact for our generation would be a myth for future, which will demonstrate the erroneous attitude of human being towards reality and truth. Does it mean that one should avoid philosophical adventure simply because future will uncloth its foolhardiness? Answer must be obviously big no. If at all human has a history; it must be a chronological compilation of errors. Is there someone in the world who has lived his life or thought about it without error? Obviously, there is no one. Live things are full of errors. Error is perhaps the mother of philosophy and every erroneous belief a seed of the possibility to discover truth. Who has urge to know? A mind full of confusions and errors. Philosophers or scientists are confused people and only out of confusion, a ray of truth is discovered. To me, life of philosophy is intact, even in its death as long as confusion and error persist in our perception of reality.

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