Where's my poker? Just finished reading "Wittgenstein's Poker" by David Edmonds and John Eidinow.

I have to say that, as I expected, the philosophy in this book is rather less than the tip of the iceberg. Popper's falsification principle and Wittgenstein's philosophy (unfortunately I did not do very well in Phil 60 and was never adequately acquainted with the Luciferian genius of Wittgenstein) were briefed and glanced over. Although the book sheds interesting light on the petty fights over grand struggles that face philosophers of the time. Wittgenstein thought philosophy as the task of clarifying linguistic ambiguities and puzzles, while Popper thought that philosophy dealt with real problems with real world ramifications. It was perhaps a product of their times that they both felt that, to support their respective views, it does not suffice to be merely eloquant, sharp, intelligent, and insightful, but also murderously passionate.

Which makes me wonder: does philosophy arouse this kind of passion within me? Does it need to in order for me to justify taking the path of an academic philosopher?