Philosopher

I coalesce the vapour of human experience into a viable and logical comprehension. (Monty Python)

Philosopher

I remember cycling home from Casuarina Secondary Collage and jokingly telling my friends that I want to study Philosophy, Theology and Psychology and start a cult. Now I have done those studies and I’m trying to get a following.
I was dancing down the corridors of Dripstone High School singing Spirit In The Sky. A Christian song that made it into the mainstream and was often played on boomboxes around the school. A Christin friend stops to ask me:
“Have you thought about what those words mean?”
“No, not really I just like the song.”
“Do you believe Jesus existed?
“Well of course Jesus existed, obviously something happened.”
“Do you believe Jesus was born of a miraculous conception to a virgin, traveled, taught, performed miracles, died and rose again?”
I thought about it. “It is kind of absurd but I think I believe it anyway and it’s kind of offensive to suggest otherwise.”
My friend looked surprised. “Do you believe Jesus died a torturous death for your sins?”
I thought about it much more deeply this time. “It sounds a bit rough but I’m willing to try and understand it better.”
“Well that makes you a Christian!”
“I’m not a Christian!”
“Why not?”
“I don’t believe in the literal interpretation of Genesis and I don’t think Dungeons&Dragons is evil level worshiping.”
I gave my year ten Social Science teacher such a hard time. How many times did he cry “I’m just a high school social science teacher; I don’t deal with the big issues.”
I was at this time quite content with the answer to life the universe and everything is forty-two. Then I read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and my philosophical mind was awakened. I took off and immersed my self in modern art in St Ives a small fishing village in Cornwall in the far south west of England. From there I moved to Bristol where I studied Philosophy, English Literature and Performance Art and New Age inquiery. Next came Melbourne for Print Making and English along side gaming conventions. I continued my study of deep subjects after my time as an arts student.
Then I moved into Fishers Of Men. A church that ministers to the homeless, addicted, criminal and other battlers. There I became a student with Christian Heritage Collage and attained a Diploma in the Foundations of Wisdom and the better part of a Liberal Arts degree.
Christian Scholar
In 1993 I walked away from what I was bought up to believe in; in search of something that would work for me. Try as I might to live up to the expectations Mum&Dad had for me; I could not make their way work. I needed to explore the forbidden arts – where only the middle class may go. I grew a lot from the three years as an arts student. But I went psychotic come exams on both occasions.
I struggled to find work or a place to live. I goto my sisters wedding and it is extravagant; I’m loosing wight because I haven’t got enough to eat. I didn’t know much about handouts then and I wasn’t game to try busking yet. But ultimately I become a clown in 1998 and I have been making it work unto date.
But the philosopher has been growing stronger and is now ready to do some serious work. The clown just puts food on the table. Aristotle said that fifties was the prime of life. That is certainly how I feel now; I am in my prime. I have been depressed most of my life; it is a pleasant surprise to find my self at this time in my life happy. They said it would be good when it got to this stage.
I have read the books of wisdom: I am well versed in The Bible and The Western Canon. I have fought very real demons and cast them out. I have experienced miracles. I have sanity today because I have worked hard on my sanity. I have travelled the world and had great adventures. I have some stuff to say and I know what I am talking about.
For my rants, poetry and essays see below:

First there was the beginning
Of the eternal uncontained
The unknowable meets the undeniable
Thus was born the temporal spirit
From this paradox four avatars formed
Beauty saw it’s own reflection
And fell to temptation
Truth was tempted
Leaving Justice blind
And knowledge mad

I wrote this in 1993 when I first started out in philosophy. I am both pleased with it and a little embarrassed. I still think it is sound philosophy but I might be the only person it means anything to.

More or less something about nothing

Plato and Aristotle’s View of the Soul

The Simple Truth

The definition and consequences of nothing

The problem with cause and effect

Rarely have we seen a person fail

A Life of Leisure

Predestination

Jesus and the Dragon Wranglers

Absurdly in your opinion

The impending identity crisis

Gender Diversity

What would Jesus eat?