The above is the title of the chapter I am currently reading in my philosophy reader.
It opens with this:
Philosophy becomes mystical when in its search for final wisdom and happiness it looks to some experience of union with something that, because it lies beyond all the things of ordinary experience, cannot be literally described by any of the categories by which we understand the world about us.
I am supposed to write a response paper on why Eckhart believes that detachment is the highest virtue. He places it even above love as the best way a human being may achieve union with God.
Eh, I’ll get to it eventually.
The “Forrest Gump” soundtrack is pretty groovy.