It’s 4th period: philosophy class for those who can bear it. That’s not many. Twelve, exactly: a smattering of wild-eyed freshmen, shell-shocked sophomores, juniors who know they’re on to something, and seniors who know better. Jael loves it; Ishmael refuses to even hear her talk about it. Sterne’s got something chalked on the board. It’s today’s prompt:
The world is fire.
The world is water.
The world is an illusion.
The world is will and representation.
The world is empty space and sub-sub-sub particles of who knows what.
Brilliant and presumably sane people have believed and do believe all these things.The kids are glassy-eyed. The freshmen are already reconsidering their elective.
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