I needed one more class to fill my schedule this semester, so I added Philosphy thinking it might be similar to the Psych class that was full (it's not).
This is probably the most boring class about dead white people ever. I was comtemplating dropping the class until the other day when I was thumbing through my text-book to avoid falling asleep and came across this excerpt from a philosopher named Augustine in a book he wrote called, De Civitate Dei, or City of God:
"To Him we owe our worship . . . whether we render it outwardly or inwardly; for we are all His temple, each of us severally and all of us together, because He condescends to inhabit each individually and the whole harmonious body . . . Our heart when it rises to Him is His altar; the priest who interceded for us as the Only-begotten; we sacrifice to Him bleeding victims when we contend for His truth even unto blood; to Him we offer the sweetest incense when we come before Him burning with holy and pious love; to Him we devote and surrender ourselves and His gifts in us; to Him, by solemn feasts and on appointed days, we consecrate the memory of His benefits, lest through the lapse of time ungrateful oblivion should steal upon us; to Him we offer on the altar of our heart the sacrifice of humility and praise, kindled by the fire of burning love. It is that we may see Him, so far as He can be seen; it is that we may cleave to Him, that we are cleansed from all stain of sins and evil passions, and are consecrated in His name. For He is the fountain of our happiness, He is the end of all our desires. Being attached to Him, or rather let me say, re-attached -- for we had detached ourselves and lost hold of Him -- being, I say, re-attached to Him, we tend towards Him by love, that we may rest in Him, and find our blessedness by attaining that end . . . We are enjoined to love this good with all our heart, with all our soul, with all our strength. To this good we ought to be led by those who love us, and to lead those we love. Thus are fulfilled those two commandments on which hang all the law and the prophets: "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy mind, and with all thy soul; and Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself."
I just thought it was neat that 1600 years ago someone could write something that would still make sense in a sermon or song used in church today.
Maybe philosophy isn't all bad 
