Let’s Be Philosophical

How a little chalk can change one’s life for the better

Image credit: the author on behalf of Rivesy

Earlier today I was strolling along Lausanne’s rive nord and, looking down on the sidewalk (or trottoir, as we ostentatious bilinguals like to call it), I discovered the latest thought-provoking works of our resident chalkospher, pictured here under the title of this article. The author of these transient but deeply meaningful expositions of the human soul has provided us with no clue as to her or his identity, so I’ve taken to calling the artist Rivesy in homage to London’s more famous exponent of improvised visual communication.

These words of wisdom from Rivesy set me thinking: perhaps now is the time when I should cast aside the shackles of my quotidian existence, move to Paris, and write important works of philosophy that sadly no one at all will read. In this way, when I finally expire (hopefully with a partial view of some well-known Paris landmark just visible from my humble bed, if I prop myself up on enough pillows) I will die with the satisfaction of having contributed my share to the sum of human understanding.

This in turn set me to musing over what titles my books would carry. A few obvious ones leapt to mind:

My first book is likely to be titled Philosophy Is Less Fun When You’re Hungry.