Recently I have begun my pursuit in a college degree towards being a Social Worker, and while picking out my courses I was handed a list of classes that I was able to take for my electives.
Seeing Philosophy on there was kismet, and so I chose it with zeal. I've always been an arguer so to speak when involving things most people don’t think to question, though I hardly ever spoke my arguments out loud least I be thought of as a weirdo. Yet here I am now starting in a class full of people who think like me, people who question everything both physical and metaphysical.
A year or so ago I debated with a family member about the existence of trees, which most likely sounds insane to you, but it was something my mind swung to allot. Just for a second consider it, when you look at a tree you think simply “this is a tree”, while I think, “why is this called a tree”, “who named it a tree”. From there you have to ask yourself who names anything in the world, was it god or man. Then you have to question the name god, and ask yourself “does he possess another name, or is it simple just God?” Did he name himself God? If so does that make him the epitome of all Gods since the word God refers to a species of being, or does that just make God a narcissist?
I also question the physical-ness of us as corporeal beings, that is to say are we actually solid or are we only that way because we perceive it to be so? Could we not instead be a bunch of little molecules and atoms stuck together giving us basic form, like a painting done with Pointillism (pictures painted with dots that form a whole). Either way I am over joy-ed at the notion of embarking in this class; to know I am not the only one out there who thinks as I do is a blessing in itself.
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