One who faces the onslaughts of questions in their most cruel sense. Carrying the brunt of heat on his mind, body and life, he just does not sit to ponder, pondering is his way of life, his very mode of being which too stands in his question box, he walks with problems, inhales questions, exhales anxieties but feels enriched and joyous. Why is there something rather than nothing?, what is the other/opposite/frame of reference of universe/everything? what is time? what is space? what is unconscious? What is universal or particular? What is the absolute ground of ethics? how do we know what we know? what is a self?.....and so on.....he shouts, cries, faints, gets up, proves himself sane to the family and to his fellow beings, earns somehow to make his 'living', dances at being listened by wise, feels like going 'underground' at being encountered by the 'genius' ,complacent'experienced/enlightened' preaching morons....but ........he dares to live...he is a philosopher.
