Philosophy and the self

It is foolish to have no interest in philosophy- assuming that you are more important than anything around you. One must determine what is made of the "self". We invade the world, yet believe we are entitled to the most petty things and troubled by the most superficial problems. From now on, I cannot form any relationship--any substantial relationship without knowing where they believe they metaphorically stand amongst the cosmos. "Why are you here?" I need to know that and I have yet to even answer the most basic philosophical question. I DO know that when I walk into the woods and have the ability to rotate 360 degrees and see only natural colors, and hear only natural sounds, that is where, and I feel most certain, part of my self resides. It feels right. I am hesitant to put any acquaintances in the spotlight to post this question because of their anticipated literal interpretation of my question which will translate into a troublesome answer. People have been trained, thus far, in life to ignore the big picture. Enough for now.

No. But I can't stop because I am baffled by my lack of being able to form a standard on which to base all observations and perceptions on. If synthetic knowledge determines that the human being is not grounded by the world, but grounded by the experience of the world, of which we are certain of nothing, so following the argument, we are essentially floating. I, for one, am floating above ground due to my troublesome problem with feeling grounded. In NYC, is it possible to be grounded? In such a superficial city, it is impossible to be content with your life or what you have without anxiety infused in your veins. I am traveling in and out of past, present and between first person and second person. Clearly, this is becoming far too personal and the intention is to be anonymous. With that, I am done.