Law is loud. The telly's on, too. The radio plays white noise on a loop. The dog barks incessantly. A musical illiterate hammers chopsticks on the piano in the corner to make any grand aspirations oxymoronic.
Among the hustle, you listen for the right words, the well-strung sentences to validate your argument. You strain your ears. A tune echoes from the crowd.
To discover whether it is a tune, to distinguish from squeaky chairs and scratching pens, you consider philosophy's use as DJ software. It separates the voices and topics, partitions the viewpoints, and shows you the dog barks because someone at the party thinks dog whistles are novel--the puppy thinks a game is afoot.
With philosophy, you're able to pick up the tune you thought you heard. The software is unfamiliar but you click behaviourist buttons, slide Socrates' sliders, spin dialectic discs, and toggle the epistemological equaliser. Now the tune is more than a few notes. There's some heavy base, too. Even a hook. Definitely a snare. With enough reflection you might even hear a whole opera--even if you're embarrassed to realise what use you've put your DJ skills to.
Created: 10 January 2014. Version 1.0.
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