“Philosophy!” blurted Kopec “What exactly do you think of the myriad systems of ethics, morality and endeavour that the human mind has devised? Why so many, why do none seem to have the power to prevail over time? Whenever religion fails to satisfy the mind of man and of course women, they invariably turn to some form of ethical or moral salvation or failing that, to their lower impulses from which they plunge into a form of prison, a penitentiary of the spirit. What do you have to say to that? Are you an adherent? Or do you exist in world where all is perfect and the form remains unquestioned?” “Steady on old chap” said Spur, sipping another measure of Vodka through his beak, “you must offer an example! I can’t generalize now can I?” “Very well” said Kopec, “What about, for instance, one of my favourites, existentialism?” If Spur had possessed an eyebrow, he would have arched it. “Ahhh! Interesting, and quite appropriate given our circumstance! We exist, do we not?” “I exist,” said Kopec “I’m not sure if I believe you exist!” “But I must, mustn’t I? I mean, we are conversing are we not? “ queried Spur. “But I have held countless conversations in my mind with whomever I wished to” said Kopec, noting a slight annoyance in Spur’s response. “Each conversation left me doubting the assertions of the proponent, I could always think of at least one good reason to refute their claims!” “You are too clever by far,” hissed Spur “I hope you will try to keep an open mind in our situation, or else I will find our encounter very annoying!” Kopec cringed. “Forgive me, I did not mean to be rude, I must of course take the fact that you are here as a down payment on our present stake on reality. Please, another drink, and continue if you would be so kind!” Spur accepted the newly filled glass, and again sipped it down. “I shall have to watch myself, I am not used to this liquid! It is not my intention to snap at you” soothed Spur. “This is a fine garden to explore, and I fully intend to. So, back to our little walk in the garden...down the path of Existentialism then.”
Kopec interpreted this return to apparent normalcy as his cue
to begin the conversation anew. “Spur, you are of course familiar
with the works of Jean Paul Sartre?” “Most assuredly, Kopec, I cannot say
I have read any specific works, books are non existent in my land, but
there are no shortage of ideas, they all float up to my realm eventually.
Those ideas that have the most impetus reach me first.”
“Being and Nothingness, is the volume that really formed my foundations for enquiries into consciousness and directed and non-directed thought!” exclaimed Kopec. Spur seemed to smile a little, if indeed that is possible for one without lips, but Kopec interpreted the lilt in Spur’s countenance to indicate whimsy. “Then you are indeed genuinely concerned with consciousness and how to interpret the senses?” offered Spur “Oh, with all my passions!” exclaimed Kopec. “How fine, how fine, I am most impressed, you will allow me assume the role of Professor?” lilted Spur “And I, Kopec, will be your avid student! Let us open the classroom of the mind!”