If you could have dinner with any philosopher, who would it be?
If I could have dinner with any philosopher, I’d probably cheat and invite Aristotle and Einstein.
I know Einstein was technically a scientist and physicist, not a philosopher in the usual sense, but I think he counts. You can’t spend that much time thinking about time, reality, space, imagination and the universe and not be philosophical.
So it would be the three of us.
Me, Aristotle and Einstein.
I’d want Aristotle there because he asked questions about life that still matter. What makes a good person? What makes a good life? What is courage? What is friendship? What are we actually meant to do with ourselves?
I’d want Einstein there because he questioned things everyone else accepted as obvious. Time. Space. Reality. The universe. He looked at the world differently, and I’d want to hear how his mind worked.
And yes, I would ask them both about ghosts.
Not as a joke either.
I’d genuinely want to know what Aristotle would think about the idea of the soul, memory, old places, energy, and whether something of us can remain.
I’d want to ask Einstein whether science leaves room for things we don’t understand yet. Not nonsense. Not blind belief. Just the possibility that humans don’t know everything.
Also I found Einstein in the grass today because apparently my life is now writing prompts, old towns, philosophy, and weird little signs giving me content.”
I’d also ask them both what they think strength really is.
Not success. Not being admired. Not looking like you have your life together.
Actual strength.
The kind you build when life has knocked you around and you are still here. The kind nobody sees. The kind that gets built quietly.
That would be the dinner I’d choose.
Aristotle for the questions about being human.
Einstein for the questions about the universe.
And me in the middle, asking about ghosts, courage, survival, and whether any of us really know as much as we think we do.
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