in a body. But wasn’t this just where Sophie thought Plato must be mistaken? How
could a person who had never seen a live chicken or a picture of a chicken ever have
any “idea” of a chicken? Which brought her to the next question:
Are we born with innate “ideas”? Most unlikely, thought Sophie. She could
hardly imagine a newborn baby being especially well equipped with ideas. One could
obviously never be sure, because the fact that the baby had no language did not
necessarily mean that it had no ideas in its head. But surely we have to see things in
the world before we can know anything about them.
“What is the difference between a plant, an animal, and a human?” Sophie
could immediately see very clear differences.
For instance, she did not think a plant had a very complicated emotional life.
Who had ever heard of a bluebell with a broken heart? A plant grows, takes
nourishment, and produces seeds so that it can reproduce itself. That’s about all one
could say about plants. Sophie concluded that everything that applied to plants also
applied to animals and humans. But animals had other attributes as well. They could
move, for example. (When did a rose ever run a marathon?) It was a bit harder to
point to any differences between animals and humans. Humans could think, but
couldn’t animals do so as well? Sophie was convinced that her cat Sherekan could
think. At least, it could be very calculating. But could it reflect on philosophical
questions? Could a cat speculate about the difference between a plant, an animal, and
a human? Hardly! A cat could probably be either contented or unhappy, but did it ever
ask itself if there was a God or whether it had an immortal soul? Sophie thought that
was extremely doubtful. But the same problem was raised here as with the baby and
the innate ideas. It was just as difficult to talk to a cat about such questions as it would
be to discuss them with a baby.
“Why does it rain?” Sophie shrugged her shoulders. It probably rains because
seawater evaporates and the clouds condense into raindrops. Hadn’t she learnt that in
the third grade? Of course, one could always say that it rains so that plants and
animals can grow. But was that true? Had a shower any actual purpose?
The last question definitely had something to do with purpose: “What does it
take to live a good life?”
The philosopher had written something about this quite early on in the course.
Everybody needs food, warmth, love, and care. Such basics were the primary
condition for a good life, at any rate. Then he had pointed out that people also needed
to find answers to certain philosophical questions. It was probably also quite
important to have a job you liked. If you hated traffic, for instance, you would not be
very happy as a taxi driver. And if you hated doing homework it would probably be a
bad idea to become a teacher. Sophie loved animals and wanted to be a vet. But in any
case she didn’t think it was necessary to win a million in the lottery to live a good life.
Quite the opposite, more likely. There was a saying:
The devil finds work for idle hands.
Sophie stayed in her room until her mother called her down to a big midday
meal. She had prepared sirloin steak and baked potatoes. There were cloudberries and
cream for dessert.
They talked about all kinds of things. Sophie’s mother asked her how she
wanted to celebrate her fifteenth birthday. It was only a few weeks away.
Sophie shrugged.
“Aren’t you going to invite anyone? I mean, don’t you want to have a party?”
“Maybe.”
“We could ask Martha and Anne Marie ... and Helen. And Joanna, of course.