Written and published in the context of the European Enlightenment of the eighteenth century, Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason reads, to me, like the philosophical predecessor to Einstein’s Relativity.
Sacks’ Haggadah Review
Written approachably, so that even someone (like me) who has only a limited background in Judaism can follow the arguments and assertions he makes, many of the essays offer unique insights that are applicable regardless of your religious faith.
Dialogues of Seneca (The Younger) Review
Presented in the fashion of the earlier Greek dialogues (like Plato’s), most of them revolve around the notion of “the wise man,” a kind of ultimate goal for which all human beings ought, according to Seneca, be striving.
Relatively Wrong
I want a morality that allows us to say with certainty, and with no caveats, “that is evil.”
The Fountainhead Review
I would put it on a list with The Lord of the Rings, 1984, Plato’s Republic, John Locke’s Two Treatises of Government, and other writings that I think everyone should read at least once in their lives.
The Memory of Earth Review
He presents a unique culture, which we can know exists as a transient blip in that enormous history, and he gives us the Oversoul, one of the most philosophically challenging science fiction elements I’ve ever encountered.
The Way to Wealth Review
If "folk philosophy" was a genre, it is where I would shelve The Way to Wealth, which is essentially a short collection of the best snippets of advice and clever nuggets of wisdom published over the years in Franklin’s own Poor Richard’s Almanac.
Definition, Abstraction, and Language’s Limitation
Where I asserted that abstractions result in language’s limitations, my brother argued that language’s limitations cause its abstractions.
Generosity of Perspective
Generosity, and its application to our interactions and the way we view the world, is not a revolutionary concept, nor is it a complex one, but that does not make it less potentially powerful.
Pondering Utopia: A Fool’s Errand?
Utopias litter the mythological landscape. They crater the philosophical expanse, and they mar the psychological maps. Fiction’s forest is dotted with utopias like delicate, diseased orchids that never quite work.
