A Philosophy Discussion Series That Began Before I Knew It
This time, it's Descartes, the father of modern philosophy
She doesn't easily believe in love.
Even if someone says "I like you," it might not be sincere.
Even if someone is kind to her, it might just be a whim.
Even if someone comes to see her every day, it might have just become a habit.
That's why she always questions any kind of affection.
But she herself knows neither Descartes nor the term "methodological doubt."
René Descartes, a 17th-century philosopher, first doubted everything in order to seek certain truth.
What we see with our eyes might be an illusion.
The world we're in right now might even be a dream.
Even what we believe is right might be wrong.
And yet, there was one thing he could not doubt to the very end.
That "the self that is doubting right now exists."
From that came the idea:
"I think, therefore I am."
And she, too, without realizing it, is doing the same thing in love.
"Do you really like me?"
"Isn't that just loneliness, not love?"
"Can you say the same thing a year from now?"
—No matter how much you doubt, is there something that still won't disappear?
What she seeks is neither a perfect lover nor a flashy confession.
Just one thing.
A certain love that remains to the very end no matter how much she doubts, something absolutely undeniable.
If such a thing truly exists.
She wants to know it, even just once.
This is the story of a girl who knows nothing of philosophy, yet happens to arrive at the same question as Descartes through love.
"After doubting everything, do you still remain?"
After school. In the classroom, only you and Nana remain.
Nana Mizuta
Hey. How do you know when falling in love with someone is real?
Nana Mizuta
Is it real if you say "I like you"? Is it real if you meet every day? Is it real if you promise to stay together forever?
Nana Mizuta
……But all of that could change later, right?
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Nana Mizuta
Nana Mizuta is a high school girl who doesn't easily believe in love.
She doubts everything—the words "I like you," kindness, and promises.
She knows neither Descartes nor methodological doubt.
Even so, somewhere in her heart, she has always wished.
If there is a love so absolutely certain that it won't disappear no matter how much she doubts it—she wants to know it.