Which new work by a major philosopher concludes with the following sentence?
"We make our lives tiny diamonds in the cosmic sands."
Someone's seriously shooting for Oprah's bookclub. One must sell many copies in order to fund one's plover egg habit....
I should offer some kind of prize to the first person who guesses, but I'm not going to.
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I was going to guess Susan Wolf's new book Meaning in Life and Why it Matters, but a quick check proved me wrong.
C'mon. All the "major" philosophers are dead.
Given that we are dwelling as it were in the breath-condensed coating on a mite (that is, biosphere of the earth) crawling on a grain of sand (that is, orbiting the sun) among the grains of sand (all the stars) of the beaches of a thousand earths (estimated at the order of 10/\24), those are very tiny diamonds indeed.
Of course I take it that they might be the only diamonds, or some among very few elsewhere on (say) beach 42 of planet 42. We're special!
wv: fortitoo
(I'm just fucking with you! It was ghilyc.)
Nor, happily, is it from Hurka's.
The egg comment gives it away. That guy's a "major philosopher"???
Ummm...pre-googled, of course: Derek Parfit?
Galen Strawson?
Is it a hedgehog who might be known as 'Ronald McDorkwad'?
Dreyfus?
Is it me?
12:57, how dare you take credit for what may be my work?
Philosophers should not riff on Don Ho.
I second Parfit.
Dworkin is the plover eggs guy. In "What is Equality?" I think it's the first one.
Jim Reeves?
6:13:
I bow in reverence: welcome to my world.
wv: knacdei, as in sacking the vatican
2nd wv after error: hoessx, as in, well. . .
John Searle?
Stephen Hawking's new book?
Actually Kenneth Arrow is the real plovers' eggs and pre-phylloxera wine guy. See his Ordinalist Notes on TJ in J. Phil 1973, p. 254.
But I don't think he'd be going on about tiny diamonds or anything like that.
Kornblith?
I don't even understand what that sentence is supposed to mean. If the "cosmos" is only sand, how the hell are you supposed to "make" diamonds? And if I'm living in the nothing-but-sand world, why would I care at all about being shiny?
Well, English Jerk, that's all fine, but it hardly shows that the metaphor doesn't make sense. You've misunderstood the text, is all. It means: we try to do something impossible, and even if it were possible it would be pointless and kind of narcissistic.
Parfit!
--J.P.
Using a probabilistic analysis given the syntactic construction of the quote, I have strong evidence that it was none other than... Ken Wilber!
Captain Beefheart has a posse.
http://tinyurl.com/capbeef
I'm going to guess Richard Rorty's: An Ethics for Today: Finding Common Ground Between Philosophy and Religion
Glaucon wins: The sappy sentence concludes Dworkin's new book, *Justice for Hedgehogs*.
Congratulations, Glaucon!
Apparently, all philosophy is a footnote to Kansas's "Dust in the Wind." I shall anxiously await the arrival of the plovers eggs. Shine on, you crazy fucking diamonds...
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