Does worse mess lead to better philosophy? Discuss, Mr Pollock
I've often asked myself - as philosophers tend to do, tripping on this and that - 'What is the nature of tidiness?'. At some point I even gave this problem considerable thought, which I noted down and put somewhere.
Yesterday I took the reflection one philosophical level up, when I was lying flat on the floor, with my face pressed against 'A to Z of Philosophy' by Alexander Moseley (published by Continuum in 2008), on which it landed after I unexpectedly encountered 'My Life Story, A Diary For Your Whole Life' (published by - now, this must be some marketing mistake, or at least ordinary mistake - SUCKUK) and asked myself: 'Tidiness - what the heck IS it AT ALL?' as it seemed to me I had no previous experience of it; or even if I had, it got lost in the mist of time.
