Philosophy is dead, they say;
A rotten egg among fresh new ideas;
A corpse among neonates,
A carcass among living flesh.
To think abstractly is pointless;
To speculate a waste of time;
To think concretely is useful,
To observe is helpful,
To experiment is divine.
But can we experiment with morals?
Can we hypothesise with right and wrong?
Can we observe the right way to live?
Can we explain human thought through equations?
Are humans merely statistics to be analysed?
If so, philosophy is dead,
But true, 'tis not.
Philosophy, the key to life,
The vehicle of truth and faith,
Will always be a part of humanity.
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The vehicle of truth and faith will always be a part of humanity. Truly spoken everything.