The Thinker

Into what philosophy means to me, I quote the Irish writer Oscar Wilde, who, in his letter De Profundis, coincided his feelings to nature with mine to philosophy: “Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may sweep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: She will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”