Whenever we dare to tread in the treacherous ideological minefields of good-better-best, especially in areas that avoid objective measures, there are inevitably a wide range of opinions. Sometimes our points of view are suspended on a frothy swill of passion as a substitute for objective facts. It has been said; nature abhors a vacuum. Perhaps the absence of evidence is just such a vacuum into which our passions flow. On the surface, any attempt to identify the greatest philosopher who ever lived seems like an invitation to a most furious carnival of disagreement. Nonetheless this is what we will explore.
Philosophy at its core asks the questions. How we value and respond to the questions can be considered our philosophy of life. We could grind through a tedious exposé of all the questions gurgling around the throats of philosophical points of view from Ableism to Zurvanism in an attempt to emerge victorious with the best slice of philosophy, but we will simply step right to the climax and avoid too much in the way of harrowing digression.
Humanity has accomplished a few things of merit over the course of time. With the aid of sheer will, careful observation coupled with disciplined action, along with a few fortunate missteps we have improved our lot. These accomplishments have been carried largely on the back of probing questions that spurred us on to discovery and realization. Among the vast array of mundane things like plastic Christmas trees and multi-toned facial creams are some of more qualitative substance like the wheel and the polio vaccine.
If the value of ideas is measured by how much potential they have to impact our individual and collective lives, one notable philosopher stands out. He didn’t lead what would generally be considered a perfect life. A construction worker, ex-convict for robbery, speeding away from police while drunk and beaten during his arrest inadvertently sparked a wave of horrific violence. In this boiling aftermath of civil unrest, Rodney King stammered out the immortal phrase “Can we all get along? Can we get along? Can we stop making it horrible for the older people and the kids?” Of the questions we might consider probing for a way to translate our reality toward something more palatable than it is today, this phrase, uttered by a reluctant philosopher, is perhaps the greatest of all time.
 A social prejudice against people with disabilities.
 The belief that Zurvan is the god of infinite time and space and is therefore the one and only deity of matter.
 Rodney Glen King (April 2, 1965 – June 17, 2012)