Anyone who wants to call themselves a philosopher should at the very least be engaged in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom, and a deeper understanding of the human condition.
It’s a strange experience to see an object that is so familiar and so intimate presented in public as something extraordinary and exceptional.
It’s a bit like discovering old acquaintances that have been somehow lingering almost invisibly inside your home for years, and getting the chance at last to finally strike up a conversation with them.
Her bedroom had been made a guest room after she had moved to the city, six years ago now, but now it was littered with boxes and bags. The bed was still there, though, and she wanted to sleep in her old room—probably for the last time.
You can learn things from reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being that you would never glean from any scientific tractate. And you can see things through the Hubble telescope that no amount of poetry could ever disclose.