Sophia means wisdom in Greek, and it was Pythagoras of Samos the mathematician and mystic who coined the term “philosophia” meaning love of wisdom. This website, however, is named philosofia because of my love for my daughter, Sofia.
Fathers are often mysteries. Mine was and still is. And he’s gone now. The last thing I want is for my daughter to grow up without knowing me or having a sense of who I was or what I believed. Looking at old photographs of people I once knew, or family now gone, I often wonder what they were thinking about, or why they took them … what made them so happy at that moment …what gave them that wistful, distant look?
The Internet is full of rants. I’m not interested in rants, nor are most of the people with whom I want to connect. What connects us are the things, big and small, we can appreciate. Most of us—especially me—have spent too much of our lives getting angry. I’m writing this website as a record and an inquiry into the things I love, hoping that one day they’ll give my daughter some insight into why they inspire me since I can’t share them fully with her quite yet. And I don’t want to forget.
So here it is, Sofia (and everyone else) … perhaps in a few years we’ll laugh about some of these photos, these stories. Like you, the world changes fast. But I hope, and now have the feeling, that we’ll be able to appreciate them together. That’s because this website is only a small thing compared to the gift you’ve given me.
— Innes Adam Welbourne, Istanbul