I amused myself this morning by spending a couple of hours with Aristotle's Ethics
), partly out of duty to my freshman class but also because my imperfect soul needed a bit more purpose than that revealed in my recent reading of Plato. A good few hours. Then I glanced at the morning news (on my Kindle, of course) and came across two op-eds talking essentially about the soul, character, and purpose, one about "Where the Wild Things Are" and the other an HBO movie about about Barack Obama. Richard Cohen
considers whether Obama is his own worst enemy, as in the perfection being the enemy of the good, while David Brooks
, using "Wild Things", considers what he calls the psychologists view that "people don't have one permanent thing called character. We each have a
multiplicity of tendencies inside, which are activated by this or that
context." I'll leave it to you whether or not the word character has chnaged it's meaning, as Brooks implies. Back to Aristotle.