When you`re in the muck, you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck, but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things, too. That`s the consolation of philosophy.
We question a country`s self-mythology. Perfect town and perfect family are - like Westerns - part of America`s mythology, involving notions of past innocence and naïveté. But is it possible for innocence to exist while something heinous transpires elsewh...
You need language for thought, and you need language to anticipate death. There is no abstract thought without language and no anticipation. I think the anticipation of death without language would be impossible.