One dark night a dervish was passing a dry well when he heard a cry for help from below. What is the matter? he called down. I am a grammarian, and I have unfortunately fallen, due to my ignorance of the path, into this deep well, in which I am now all but immobilized, responded the other. Hold, friend, and I'll fetch a ladder and a rope, said the dervish. One moment please! said the grammarian. Your grammar and diction are faulty. Be good enough to amend them. If that is so much more important than the essentials, shouted the dervish, you had best stay where you are until I have learned to speak properly.
And he went his way.
The problem of life is not philosophical, it is existential. You cannot solve it from the outside; you cannot just be a spectator to it - you are in it - you ARE IT. And moreover, what is philosophy? At the worst a linguistic misunderstanding, or at best a linguistic analysis. And even at its best it leads nowhere because the problem is existential and it cannot be solved through language analysis and grammar.
And he went his way.
The problem of life is not philosophical, it is existential. You cannot solve it from the outside; you cannot just be a spectator to it - you are in it - you ARE IT. And moreover, what is philosophy? At the worst a linguistic misunderstanding, or at best a linguistic analysis. And even at its best it leads nowhere because the problem is existential and it cannot be solved through language analysis and grammar.
