http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/Rationalist philosophers, from Aristotle to Bertrand Russell, have given philosophy methods of conducting syllogistic inferences – logical analysis. Immanuel Kant, in his Critique of Pure Reason, has proved beyond doubt that we cannot penetrate the tremendous dead wall called reason. If the philosophy of reason was true and perfect unto itself, then its effect would have been to lead the human race to perfection. But as we see that nothing of the kind has happened. On the contrary, all that the philosophy of modern civilization has created has ended not in the evolution of man to a higher level of existence, but in chaos and confusion. hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/582548Troosha says, "Our resident philosopher and teacher has a sense of humour!!!!! ", Wigopa, for a lomg time now, has not laughed, but had a hearty laugh from my last write. All this makes me so happy. So, more of humor for those who like... Let's talk about the processes involved in the journey...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/582378There was once a cranky, but great philosopher who, very convincingly taught his followers that the very independence of human beings lay in his being vested with the birthright to take his own life. Unfortunately, many of his staunch believers overcome with their lives’ upheavals and unable to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/582133This one is a repost. Three reasons: one, found no time to write, nor is there the inclination to; two, to test the patience of those who have read; and third of course, for the benefit of those who haven't. Robert Browning’s Andrea del Sarto is one of the finest of his dramatic monologues....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/582014Terrorist Attack: All of you here at Blogit must have seen on the TV what a tragedy struck India! Mumbai and the entire nation is bleeding. Here is a story in a similar vein. A farmer’s son by accident trod upon a serpent’s tail which turned and bit him and he died. The father in rage got his axe...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/581557DOROTHY CLARKE Wilson has written a book wherein she tells the story of how the baby Moses was abandoned by his mother, a Hebrew slave and found by the Pharaoh’s daughter who brought him up as a prince until he discovered his real identity and made it his life’s mission to lead his countrymen out...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/581387One day the Sultan of Damascus was in his palace when a young man who was his favourite, agitatedly came rushing into his presence and proclaimed that he must immediately leave for Baghdad, and begged that he be allowed to take His Majesty’s swiftest horse. The Sultan asked: But why are you in...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/581213I am so sorry that I have neither read nor replied. I can see but with great difficulty with my new specs. Will have to get used to. What we mean by our wakeful state is that we are conscious of our surroundings, and when we can perceive through our sense organs – see, hear, touch, smell, and...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/581077Mind illumines the body, but doesn't have luminosity as its own essence. It does not deteriorate so easily as the body, but is known to be vigorous and degenerated at times. Soul, being the source of all knowledge, has luminosity as its own essence.. MIND naturally rebels at the very thought of...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/580747Man is the most glorious of all creation: He can attain to the highest of the high, and he can also fall to the lowest of the low - the range is illimitable.That is Man's glory, also his story. Man is a compound of animality, humanity and divinity; it does not end there because, it is also his...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Bhaskar.ing/580579Crossing the Bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell,...