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December 25, 2007

I fell in love with Wittgenstein before even reading a sentence by him. It was the July of 2003. I had gone to London for Maryam’s wedding. One evening, in a bookstore in Chelsea, I came upon his face and that gaze in his deep eyes. And that was enough for me. I hesitate calling him a “philosopher”. His greatness surpasses the term. Emerson is certainly right when he says, "a philosopher must be more than a philosopher." These days most philosophers are bright but not deep. Wittgenstein is immensely profound.

Posted by amin at December 25, 2007 2:20 PM


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