It might not be fashionable to say this, but philosophers are in the business of finding the . Jesting Pilate, of course, scoffed, “What is truth?”, much to his chagrin. Bertrand Russell defined the philosopher’s quest as the asking of questions, the thrill of the hunt for answers; as for actually an answer, well, that was less fun. I once was friends with a brilliant and well known but now departed American philosopher who, when I asked him what philosophy meant for him, replied that philosophy was a series of crossword puzzles. If you were good or lucky enough to solve one, you threw away the newspaper and went to the next puzzle. It was all about the puzzling, not the solving. I say, a little
