Photo by Chris Card Fuller ©2007
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there, has the tree fallen? Wouldn’t the tree have known it fell?
Seems a no brainer.
Ever since the Age of Reason and Enlightenment, we’ve gotten more thick headed than ever – where is a good mathematician when you need one? I had hoped to stumble into one in the cafe while we were in the middle of this particular discussion but instead the server just asked us if we could shift our wine glasses over to another table while she prepared the chalkboard menu perched over our table for the evening plat du jour.
“It should be quite easy to calculate the probable time before we can see God,” I said. “All you have to do is take a point in time like Archimedes’ Eureka, add up all the phenomena that have been discovered or ‘seen’ since then and start calculating.
It’s really just a matter of time.
We already know that some bugs can ‘see’ infrared
and dogs can hear things that humans can’t hear. All those colors and sounds that we can’t yet see or hear doesn’t mean that they don’t exist or that they cannot be seen or be heard – or smelled – in time.
The only obstacle we have beween us and God is time, but in a Paris Cafe, time is not an issue You just switch tables or sip your expresso a little more slowly.
Better worlds have been imagined in these cafes – and all sorts of atrocities have resulted when a few people actually left their seats, left Paris and decided to do something concrete with their lives – like going back to their respective homelands stir up the dust of discontent and push back the clock.
If you decide to become a cafe philosophizer in Paris, make it a lifelong committment.
You can find a number of ‘philo cafes’ or philosophy cafes in Paris The most well known of these cafes is the Cafe de Phares at Bastille where you can discuss philosophy (in French) on Sunday mornings.
Other cafes having philosophical discussions on different nights of the week include Le Select in Montparnasse, and Le Buci in St. Germain-des-Pres and Le Relais Jussieu to name a few.
And even after closing down the cafe, my better half is most determinedly atheist. Meanwhile I am revelling in the color green. Maybe bugs can’t see this color and we are already in paradise.