Tag: meaning-of-life, philosophy

A few years ago a practising Harley Street psychiatrist, who was dabbling in Buddhism, came to see me. I opened the conversation by saying ‘At some time in his life, every intelligent man questions himself about the purpose of his existence.’ Immediately, and with the most manifest disapproval, the psychiatrist replied ‘Anybody who thinks such thoughts is mentally diseased.’ Thus with a single gesture, he swept half-a-dozen major philosophers (some of whom have held chairs in universities—which guarantees their respectability if not their philosophy) into the lunatic asylum—the criminal lunatic asylum, to judge from his tone. I have never seen a man in such a funk.