An Excerpt from the Lectures of Arithmeus; recorded by a student whose name remains unknown
Date: C. 50-100
And what is truth?
Does our nature incline us to seek for it, or for something like it? For fact, or for fictitious representation similar in some respect to fact? Does it exist of its own self, or because something calls it into being? These are questions with which we, as an entire being, as a collected mind, have not interested ourselves in, and yet I cannot fathom why. Why has this not yet been seriously confronted? Are we stones, deaf to the pleas of reason? We take for granted such simple things as that one and one are two. The greatest minds of our age have found ingenious ways to tell you which stars will be where at night, that Arimulos will be aligned with Marulos in three weeks, but God! Hasn’t it occurred to anybody to ask why?
Why are the stars where they are when they are, why do we exist, what is the meaning of it all? What is the sky blue? Why is anything wh