Whether or not you buy that is your call. Mind over Matter, as my beloved Mom, the librarian, would endlessly repeat. Including what we call matter, for that - as these two seventeenth century fictional gentlemen profess - is mere Illusion.ĭo I hear the Buddha chuckling “I told you so!”? Mind is the Primary Substance of the world - the Mind of God which pervades all things. You see, in this thin volume, Berkeley agrees. A Buddhist word, but Berkeley would readily buy it. Now, though, in yet another viral Plague Year, we are all FORCED to constantly pay good mind to every act we carry out each day, and I’m sure George - now a septuagenian like me, his loyal muscle tissue now gone to fat - has perforce adopted Mindfulness as his motto. When next I saw him, that summer at his parents' upscale local home, I forgot to ask how he had fared with his marks - though perhaps I demurred out of friendly politeness.
So, at nights (forget the weekends, prime party time for football stars) I would coach him in metaphysics. And every lesson the prof gave went right over his head! George was a down-to-earth gentle giant of a kid with a big heart. We students in the back rows, especially myself and my friend George - a star defensive linebacker for our football team - would stare down upon his energetically gesticulating form (while he commanded the stage below with a musical Highland brogue).
Had he been young now, when university enrolment in the Humanities is at a tragic low, he would have felt right at home.īack in the 1960's, we had a thundering-loud but exceptionally wise Philosophy Professor. My 1970's buddy George lived in the wrong era.
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