What was your first question in your journey of philosophy, or ,what was your first posted question in this website forum? If you can still remember for those who hit over a 1000 posts. Did the posted answers helped?
to me I found this philosophical discussion somewhat odd. Like I feel like I am in those times where sophists would gather around and ask whatever questions or comments. Even though it may not helped but it is somewhat pleasureable to hear. Like a set of members reviewing a book that you have wrote and commenting on it.
My first question or would have been in the journey of philosophy , I thought about it. And I found there was none until, I begin studying and then full of questions just come out of no where.
My first question in this forum, " Is there any advantage and disadvantage for being a virgin? " The answers I read didn’t help but was pleasureable to hear.
I suspect the popular question for most people would be what is the meaning of life?
what is philosophy?
2)what are ethics? Why do we need ethics? what makes people have different views on what is “ethical”?
3)what are some things all humans have in common?
4)what is the thing that makes all humans unique?
ethics ; a collection of beliefs. who’s to say that mine are wrong?
what do humans have in common?birth, conscious/unconscious experiance, death.
what makes every human unique? body, location, history
what is philosophy? critique of thinking/experiance/belief(I guess)
My first recorded philosophical question dates back from about the age of three or four, when I presumably asked my mother whether it is possible that we are just elements in another’s dream.
Growing up I stumbled across the religious variety within my own family and for the first time I became aware of ideological differencies. This prompted an inquiry over which religion is “the right one” and which has “fallen astray”. This is when the onus of having to figure things out burdened on my shoulders. I thought of it as my duty to shed light in religious matters and remove the malediction of discontent.
Fast-forward a decade to December 2005 and my first post on ILP, which was something like “Is philosophy human or are humans philosophical ?”, concerning the soporific distinction between a self-centered pragmatism and a disinterested idealism.
You can do a search from a member’s profile page for all their posts.
As for me, my first question posted was how Kant’s critique effects Aquinas’ Quinque Via. No answers. I recently asked this again and obtained an answer.
My next posted question was on how the philosophical existence of God affects philosophers’ options in different fields. I don’t think anyone appreciated the problem.
As for my first ever philosophical question, it was probably an ethical decision in Jr. High – but I relied on Scripture for inspiration of an answer.
“To be or not to be,” or the like.
I was driven to philosophy by way of atheism, essentially looking to confirm my beliefs. Along such a path, one is invariably exposed to the likes of Dawkins & Dennett, Thomas Paine, H.L. Mencken, Russell, Schopenhauer, Feuerbach, alongside most of the great religious figures; and eventually I came along to Nietzsche, who drove me further into the philosophical thunderstorm than I could have expected merely reading about atheism. The rest is history.
I don’t know I’ve ever asked a question, strictly speaking, to the folks here - though I’m sure they would have been helpful.
My first question for philosophy was “What the hell is this shit?” I was reading Descartes’ Meditations. Had no clue what even a single sentence meant. It was, to me, gibberish. Very different from my usual Robert Crumb comic books. I was pretty much into sex, drugs and rock’n’roll at the time.
Things have changed for me, although not by choice. Pretty much just drugs and rock’n’roll, now.
My first answer came before my first question. It was “There is no God.” But there are no philosophical questions until we reach this conclusion.
I am often asked about my name - it’s my real name, my real name. It’s my actual first name.
I hadn’t asked. I went to confirmation class, at about twelve years old. Methodist church. I listened to what they had to say, and realised it made no sense. That it was bullshit. Just happened that way. That post was anecdotal, not philosophical.
Believe it or not I was maybe 6, went to church because I simply thought it would be fun. I went there, was totally bored by the end and told my mom to never take me back.
I was just born with this intuitive feeling that church was a load of bs and it was merely something to do for fun. The sad thing is people are still clinging onto something that I got bored with when I was 6 …
