On Philosophy and Thought(s)

Philosophy is so vast that one is constrained to use words sparingly in defining it.
For me thought or thinking is what comes to mind and it would seem to encompass every imaginable thing under the face of the earth which returns us to another round of using few words.
Philosophy is man. Philosophy is life. It is history combined with the present and spread out to give you the future. Philosophy is that unseen technology that has propelled man both on one hand to the depths of destruction (of his soul) and to the zenith of acclaim in humanity's sojourn on earth. 

Philosophy is everything and nothing at once. For as the candle lights up a room, useless would it be in the dark without a stroke of a match or any other means of lighting it.

I love ideas & thought. To me these represent the fountain of knowledge. As we think we utilize the most complex organ known to man. From this spring forth the phenomenon of ideas; ‘packets of possibilities’. With ideas so much is possible for there would always be options.
Has there ever been anything great that was not a flower blossomed from the plant of ‘idea’? From the airplanes we fly to the minuteness of a rubber band; ALL, emanate from the quest for an ideal.
Maje Amin 201501081016hrs

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