I have no doubt in my mind that if Rene Descartes is living in California right now (errr, probably not surfing) he will be restating his earlier position on the philosophy of man.
In the land where people readily identify where the 55 goes and where it connects with the 2, where public buses runs every thirty minutes if you are lucky, where people drive within the parking lot to move from the bank to Starbucks, Mr. Descartes would certainly conclude- "I drive, therefore, I am."
After a few trips to the DMV (Department of Motor Vehicles) along with the hordes of 16-year old pilgrims in the ultimate American right of passage, the State of California has finally given me the license to drive. If you have lived in the US, you know that this "is" the main identity in more ways than one.
So here it is, the precious 2x3 plastic that above anything else in my wallet right now is... p r i c e l e s s.
2 comments:
I love this post, Ting. I was reminded of my Spec Thought course in UP.
Cartesian Dualism on a six-lane highway? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Disasters like this: http://tolerance741.blogspot.com/2008/02/moo.html
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