My interest in philosophy, in interpreting and structuring life in a theory can be attributed to one young woman.
The beautiful, quiet, extremely clever young woman that was such a woman even at that time that she refused to run. Literally. She would just move a little faster to catch the ball. She would not run. She already knew how she looked from all angles, at a time when we were just beginning to get to understand the need for a mirror.
She was not into philosophy as philosophy. Although she did read Simone De Beauvoir meticulously, she would not read any cold, detached reasoning.
What was she into then? At the time she was into people. They entertained her not in their relationship to her but as people. Subjects to observe, subjects to see. She was not into generalizing people. She was into generalizing persons, one by one.
Now I am trying to see and I think she has gotten into philosophy as a lifestyle, which is not philosophy at all. And she is the first person that I respect for that. Because I know how she believes, how she thinks and can guess how she still graciously moves at every step.
