Last Friday I had my very last philosophy lesson. It feels odd. For two years now I have been doing philosophy three times a week with a wonderful teacher and a wonderful class. Now it just stops? This course has taught me more than any of the others. Changed me more than any of the others. It has been more than any of the others. We started with Plato, with the basics. With The Cave Allegory and The Tripartite Soul. We continued with Freud looking at his ideas from a philosophical view point. We have done Descartes, Spinoza, Daniel Dennet, John Searle, and philosophy of mind. We did with political philosophy. Ideas of Karl Marx, John Stuart Mill, Hobbes, Grotius, Locke, Rousseau, and Hume have been discussed and debated. Anarchism and feminism have been examined. The problems of Justice and Equality have been looked at through the eyes of John Rawls, Ronald Dworkin, Friedrich von Hayek, and Robert Nozick. Democracy as a method for ruling a country. The Existentialists came in the autumn: Kirkegaard, Sartre, Nietzsche and Schopenhauer. Kant came along. Aesthetics and philosophy of art proved to be very interesting. Last but not least we have spent numerous hours thinking about what philosophy actually is. Philosophising about philosophy itself.
And now it is all over. I will definitely continue on my own; this is not anything one can get out of once it has begun. But I have really enjoyed it. It has challenged me, it has upset me, it has occasionally bored me on the late Monday afternoons where energy completely had vanished. I believe philosophy to be the subject which will benefit me most in the future – not only on the intellectual plane but also on the personal. I now, at least to some extent, am familiar with how to question things, with logic and with how to take on problems. I have realised that philosophy is immensely useful and needed. (I might even have been brainwashed.) So thank you, philosophy, for what you have provided me with.