When I was reading this section by Pascal, I may be completely off base, but to me it was almost as if he showed the beauty and purpose in philosophy. When he was talking about how infinite things were, I related this to the pursuit of philosophy. This search for answers and truth in an infinite place that can be so uncertain is the purpose of every philosopher. It is just like what we do in honors. We get lost and captivated by the beauty of so many different perspectives and ideas in our pursuit of truth. I definitely know when I am feeling myself drift into a good reading and concept, and it is just an amazing and calming experienced for me to become immersed in such deep, meaningful, and thoughtful topics. Did anyone else get this kind of feeling while reading this passage, was I off on this one?
P.S. I commented on Caroline's and Mackenzie's posts.
P.S. I commented on Caroline's and Mackenzie's posts.
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