The Way Called Human

We are born for love. Destined for memory we live forgetting. We are the sleep-walking race.

Love awakens us to ourselves, startles us into the world.

The shape of our love becomes the shape of our life. Philosophy names the wisdom-shaped life. The wisdom-shaped life, full humanity, nothing left behind, life well lived. Happiness.

Wisdom is what we need, not what we have. We are incomplete humans, walking a path, searching for a way of life self-ward bound, exile-ending. A way home.

Philosophy starts in pathlessness, confusion, wonder. It begins where certainty ends. You find yourself only when you know you're lost. We are all lost.

The journey home begins as soon as we know it must.

Philosophy is a way of life, the way called human.