In 1977 my mother took me to the cinema to watch a new science-fiction movie everyone was talking about. The rest is history. I cannot begin to count the number of hours I spent playing in my room, immersed in that galaxy far, far away.
Anyone who wants to call themselves a philosopher should at the very least be engaged in the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom, and a deeper understanding of the human condition.
It’s a strange experience to see an object that is so familiar and so intimate presented in public as something extraordinary and exceptional.
It’s a bit like discovering old acquaintances that have been somehow lingering almost invisibly inside your home for years, and getting the chance at last to finally strike up a conversation with them.