Philosophy of books vs. books about philosophy
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THE FREEDOM OF MODERNITY
(..which also serves as a book recommendation for 😉)
"I’ve earned enough, and I’ve saved enough. I don’t owe anyone a dime. I don't have a job unless I decide to invent one. I don't even have any major obligations hanging over my head. There are people out there who would pay handsomely to be in my shoes right now. I know they would. Of course, I wouldn't trade places with them. But to be free in the morning—to handle those early hours exactly how I see fit, to experience what I call a peaceful morning, just the way I want it—that’s like a dream to some. Or something else entirely. To stay in bed just a little longer, but for exactly as long as I choose—whether that’s ten minutes or half an hour, it doesn't matter—knowing I don't have to be anywhere, that I don't have to rush, that I can put on whatever music I feel like hearing and think about whatever is on my mind. To take care of things in the bathroom whenever the urge strikes, to eat something afterward—nothing heavy, just something I actually want and that suffices, something simple like toast and butter—and to drink my coffee and smoke a few cigarettes without anyone nagging me or waiting for me somewhere. I want to watch the snow fall while I sip coffee that I made exactly to my taste. Since I usually only have that one cup in the morning, maybe once in the afternoon, I want to make it myself and have nobody interfering. I want to smoke a couple of cigarettes with it, too, but not inside; somewhere open yet sheltered, like a porch, where it's just a little chilly, not too much, so I can watch the snow. That’s how I want another day to begin sliding into view, emerging from nothing. After that, let the day wander, let it twist, let it be calm or chaotic; it doesn't matter. Once you've had a morning like that..." (Ta-Nehisi Coates, "The Daily Winter")
(..which also serves as a book recommendation for 😉)
"I’ve earned enough, and I’ve saved enough. I don’t owe anyone a dime. I don't have a job unless I decide to invent one. I don't even have any major obligations hanging over my head. There are people out there who would pay handsomely to be in my shoes right now. I know they would. Of course, I wouldn't trade places with them. But to be free in the morning—to handle those early hours exactly how I see fit, to experience what I call a peaceful morning, just the way I want it—that’s like a dream to some. Or something else entirely. To stay in bed just a little longer, but for exactly as long as I choose—whether that’s ten minutes or half an hour, it doesn't matter—knowing I don't have to be anywhere, that I don't have to rush, that I can put on whatever music I feel like hearing and think about whatever is on my mind. To take care of things in the bathroom whenever the urge strikes, to eat something afterward—nothing heavy, just something I actually want and that suffices, something simple like toast and butter—and to drink my coffee and smoke a few cigarettes without anyone nagging me or waiting for me somewhere. I want to watch the snow fall while I sip coffee that I made exactly to my taste. Since I usually only have that one cup in the morning, maybe once in the afternoon, I want to make it myself and have nobody interfering. I want to smoke a couple of cigarettes with it, too, but not inside; somewhere open yet sheltered, like a porch, where it's just a little chilly, not too much, so I can watch the snow. That’s how I want another day to begin sliding into view, emerging from nothing. After that, let the day wander, let it twist, let it be calm or chaotic; it doesn't matter. Once you've had a morning like that..." (Ta-Nehisi Coates, "The Daily Winter")