Dark Chocolate~

October 25, 2012
Thursday: "Men. Always men. The cause of all our troubles. Men." -The Sunday Philosophy Club

I am taken out of the country, I am taken from you.
We often lie to people we love, or not tell them things, precisely because we love them. We could do a special issue on the ethics of food. Because food is a more complex subject than one might think, you know. There is every reason why a philosopher should think about food. The law uses tests of reasonableness. Take caution. You're responsible for those consequences of your acts which a reasonable person would foresee. You aren't responsible for anything outside that.

Thus, there would have to be a paper on the moral issues raised by chocolate. The more I thought of it, the richer became the philosophical dimensions of a chocolate. It brought akrasia, weakness of the will, into sharp focus. If we know that chocolate is bad for us (and in some respect, chocolate is bad for us, in the sense that it makes us put on weight),then how is that we end up eating too much of it? That suggests that our will is weak. But if we eat chocolate, then it must be that we think that is in our best interest to do so. Our will moves us to do what we know we will like. So our will is not weak. It is actually quite strong, and prompts us to do that which we really want to do. (To eat chocolate). Yeah, chocolate was not simple. :)

The language would be inadequate to describe our thoughts. We don't think in words all the time. we don't engage in one long soliloquy. It is very difficult to behave correctly when one's heart was a cold stone within one. It was inevitable that I would lose him, quite inevitable. (I told myself) And when one lost a friend, what was the right thing to do? To mourn the loss or to take pleasure in the memories of the friendship. "Aren't you going to have to accept that coincidences happen? And that some things are just inexplicable, or just meaningless? He won't come back to you, Ade. You can't spend your life hoping for something that is never going to happen. Well, actually the problem being me is that I keep thinking about the problem of being me. My thoughts went off in all sorts of directions, exploring, probing, even fantasizing. She suspected that most other people did not think like this at all. In fact, she had often wondered what other people did not think like this at all.

Did they think about the sort of things that she thought about. About one should do, about what one should allow oneself to think? I was sure that they did not. "Cheese" all the time? Does cheese give me enough to think about? Mental acts and mental states don't require knowledge. I don't seem to be terribly good at enjoying myself.