Dad called. Grandfather wants to take me to inner Mongolia this summer, he said. No matter what happens, he added, the three of us are always going to be together.
I hung up and cried. I finally realized what has been …
" . . . that, really, is what philosophy is: not an esoteric discipline, but the common endeavour of the human race to understand and come to terms with its own perilous, fragile and ultimately ephemeral existence." …