What is life?
That was the question he posed to himself.
No, he wasn’t asking the simple, vague, ill-posed, question: what those fuzzy, sloppy thinking Philosophers often try to talk about in volumes of words.
He was, in his mind, asking a precise question. A scientific question. For to answer this question, he had to ask the immediately deductible question: What is life, Not? Both questions are difficult to answer — precisely.
But he wanted to answer, What is life?, precisely, and he did give an answer: in his last book before he died.
But, there were critics of his work, although the vast majority are ignorant of his work.
An unnamed critic remarked: “The trouble with you, Rosen, is you’re always trying to answer questions that nobody wants to ASK!”
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