The American philosopher-historian Will Durant once described his love for his subject in that unrivaled prose style of his:
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"There is a pleasure in philosophy, and a lure even in the mirages of metaphysics, which every student feels until the coarse necessities of physical existence drag him from the heights of thought into the mart of economic strife and gain.
Most of us have known some golden days in the June of life when philosophy was in fact what Plato calls it, "that dear delight;" when the love of a modestly elusive truth seemed more glorious – incomparably – than the lust for the ways of the flesh and the dross of the world. And there is always some wistful remnant in us of that early wooing of wisdom. "Life has meaning," we feel with Browning. "To find its meaning is my meat and drink."
So much of our lives is meaningless, a self-canceling vacillation and futility. We strive with the chaos about and within, but we should believe all the while that there is something vital and significant in us, could we but decipher our own souls. We want to understand. "Life means for us constantly to transform into light and flame all that we are or meet with!" We are like Mitya in The Brothers Karamazov -- "one of those who don't want millions, but an answer to their questions." We want to seize the value and perspective of passing things and so to pull ourselves up out of the maelstrom of daily circumstance.
We want to know that the little things are little, and the things big, before it is too late. We want to see things now as they will seem forever -- "in the light of eternity." We want to learn to laugh in the face of the inevitable, to smile even at the looming of death. We want to be whole, to coordinate our energies by harmonizing our desires, for coordinated energy is the last word in ethics and politics -- and perhaps in logic and metaphysics, too..."
Durant was an extraordinarily discerning observer of the currents of change in the western world in his times - and he lived in the century of change (the 20th).
The virulent spread of promiscuity and the dissolution of marriage and family are among the most persistent themes of his writings as they evolved throughout his life.
Yet he stubbornly maintained that old idealistic view of love as pure and chaste monogamy to his last breath. He was also among the rarities that made precept of ideal - only death separated him from his only wife.
I personally define philosophy as "an attempt to transcend man's animal nature."
Like philosophy, it is a quixotic thing. But I hope that it is real, something more than "the lust for the ways of the flesh and the dross of the world."