Some books make me think of a simpler time in my life. For some people, those are the books of daring-do and heroic adventure that we read as children and tweens. For some, they are humorous stories of science fiction or fantasy. For me, as I never read any adventure or fiction books as a youth, I'm thrust back into my 15-18 year-old self who thought that having a "why" is enough to hold one's life together.
Reading this book, I agreed with all the well-argued points, and excellent reasoning. Yet I felt a profound emptiness resounding within me. It is only then I understood that reading about philosophy, economics, international law, and other things can only take you so far. Reading maketh a full man, conference a ready man, and writing an exact man. I believe I've read and written too much for my age.
The book is nothing short of a masterpiece, describing everything from metaphysics, epistemology, to ethics and relationships. Read it. However, I didn't feel the child-like wonder and amazement that I did at age 15, reading about objective ethics and philosophy. This is no fault of the author, but of myself. The only solution to ease my mind can be living out this philosophy instead of reading on it further. My book reviews have taken a more theoretical detour lately, and I need to get back to the more concrete stuff.
7/10