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Milton Findley's avatar

Stoicism gives us the tools to face life. Being a skeptic makes the journey more interesting.

Peter Goulet's avatar

I nearly died from a burst appendix when I was 11. I was hospitalized for six weeks while my immune system saved my life. There were no effective drugs available where I was located in small town Maine so I was on my own to tough it out and low and behold I came out of the hospital a committed stoic. During that same time (1955) I was still a Sunday School student in my local Presbyterian church. We were something of an odd congregation. We hardly ever mentioned God (or Jesus, for that matter) in our church. Instead we read the stories that taught life lessons. Above all we were taught that being skeptical about beliefs was paramount. The last course I took as an undergraduate in college was a seminar taught by our Dean of the Chapel where we were charged to read books by Tillich, various behaviorists, existential plays like JB, Waiting for Godot. and others. We read about one book a week and had to write a 15-20 page paper on a chosen subject near and dear to each author's heart. After 12 such papers we were told to take three weeks off to write a final paper to develop our "philosophy of life." Each week we would have a class on Friday, with a preliminary discussion of the topic. The prof would take the weekend to grade our papers (there were 15 of us in the class) and on the following Wed we would discuss the topic for around three hours. Everyone in the class was a Baptist leaning philosophy/religion major except for me (Econ) and a seemingly random drama student. From the beginning we two odd guys would see what direction the discussion would take and then inject our own brand of skepticism into the discussion. I did learn more about myself and others in that class than any other I ever took.

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