The End

The End

I believe I have run out of things to say, philosophically. I have been a professional philosopher for 52 years, long enough to say what I need to say. There had to come a time when it was all said. My most recent papers take the subject as far as I can take it. And the field is large—the whole subject virtually. Everything I have been interested in I have contributed to. Not much on political philosophy or philosophy of law (though some), but I have never been very interested in these fields. Metaphysics, epistemology, philosophical logic, philosophy of mind, philosophy of language, ethics, aesthetics, philosophy of skill and sport, philosophy of biology and physics—I have covered them all. I have said my piece. I don’t feel the need to say any more. Existence, necessity, truth, identity, causality—I have said what I have to say on such central topics. I don’t even see what more could be said. It’s a lot of stuff. No one will ever say I wasn’t productive—too productive, maybe.