I do not study philosophy because I deem it wise, but because, like the inhaling of oxygen, when I fail to do it, I can feel myself suffocating, contracting, and gasping for life.
Curiosity is the air I breathe and in its absence I cease to be.
Life feels expansive and exhilarating when I experience it from the vantage point of being an Inquisitive entity.
I inhabit a qualitatively distinct kind of space when possessed by the desire to learn.
In the rhythm of philosophical reflection, my questions become conceptual batons, and with each movement of my mind, the flow of time is symphonically conducted.
Contemplation, endowing the world around me with its musical quality, transforms my life into a song:
“I love you, Philosophy. Make love to me with your paradoxes and puzzles all day long.”