No one knows what the body can do. -Spinoza
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
The Life of the Philosopher's Pet
In some alternate universe I am not a philosopher, I am a philosopher's pet and I rest all day long on plush, green sheets, questioning my existence by looking out the window, waiting for when my philosopher will get home, tell me about the perplexing behavior of philosophy students before a test, and brush my teeth.