i think, therefore i am.

Today after work, i went to The Hills, a rather uptown part for lunch by the balcony, looking at the horizons of kuching city. Well, only part of it. The air was crisp. It was a cloudy afternoon with fresh air after the rain. The kind that gives hope and showers a thin sliver lining on everything you see.

And. To think about things.
Things that later I found out were things debated and talked about by other great philosophers of “our” time.

Time since things were documented. It seems. Ha.

I stumbled upon this book. The Everything book of great thinkers.
It was when i caught eye of the new the Times outlet after the hearty lunch. The interior was sophisticated, lined with black bookshelves that invariably gives all the books it holds a “please read me!” shot. As i walked in, i felt the familiar thrill like opening up Christmas presents, and the aroma of new books so enticing.
Then, the comical book stood out.
Everything book huh.
Sceptical yet curious, i flipped it fast, catching a few of this and that. And i saw something by Descartes. I have to admit. I have zit. Nil. Zero. Idea who in the world is Descartes. But it was him who said the famous. “I think. Therefore i am”.
Something about Socratic debate.
Something about David Hume’s idea that we are merely electromagnetic chaotic storm of sensory impressions.
And the thing that tipped me over to spend Rm 54.89 was the part talking about comprehending the imcomprehensible; introduced by Immanuel Kant- as i had always wonder.

Wondering the imcomprehensible. That makes me think, am i going round in circles. Lost in the maze.
It’s like you know somethings there, but the absent-minded mind just could not put words in it.
It’s like time and space. Stars. Mind blowing things. When you micro-think about time, What is it actually? As represented by the ticking battery operated machine we call the clock? Is it something for you to keep track of the punch in punch out time for claims? Or it’s something that goes, unconsciously and mercilessly, until one day, you spot wrinkles on your forehead.

So much so. I do not know where to start or stop.

But at least, now, i know i am not alone.


- i think therefore i am, proves i exist. But i am imperfect. Flawed mortal man. If i were my own creator, naturally i would have made myself perfect. This proves that i did not create myself. And if i did not. Then who did?-