Just as in a work of art there are a seemingly infinite amount of interpretations; in philosophy there are a seemingly infinite amount of interpretations of the world and of the interpretations of the world that philosophers produce.
There is a conceptual space and in this space some areas are “true” – in the sense that they correspond to our experience – and some spaces are “false”; but all because a concept is false doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful or significant.
Unicorns don’t exist but they’re beautiful.
Mathematics is lauded above all other academic subjects because of the “certainty” of its theorems; but there are many theorems that have no relation what-so-ever to the world of experience.
This doesn’t stop them from producing and enjoying them though.
Maybe if there is a God, creator, intelligent designer or whatever; it also constructed this conceptual space that mathematicians and philosophers wander in different ways.
Maybe it created the whole she-bang as a playground; gave each of us passions and interests. Then provided us with a world in which to play out our passions and interests.
But we gone fucked it up by taking it all so seriously.
I mean seriously what’s the point of points? You achieve it then what? You make up another one, then another and another.
When are we going to realize that the point of points isn’t the point but rather points are there to justify playing.
Go enjoy making sand-castles; it’s what the beach is for after all 😛