Philosophy is perfect but.

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Everything is perfect with philosophy and with it the sense of knowing (the self acclamation/ and going with (especially how they say - with time )
Till it doesn't turn towards your ,like a pet loved and cared and celebrated till it doesn't bite you. 
For more easier view
Assume it to be a gun t, one loaded with your belief and ideas .
Now it feels good when it's shooting outside or something external to
Of one's being .
But what problamatizes it , is the gun turning back to one own embodiment.
When faced with their own belief in a more personal sphere. 
One tends to shed them as easily as one acquired it . 
"A thing once a reason to be lived for can be great reason to die too."
Albert Camus , The outsider. 
Seeing it as such one might see the horrors of philosopher.
The nights that devours them ,
The thought that strangulate them 
The light which turns them blind.
One might go on and on arguing where i m wrong but seems like it's how it is. 

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