This book is a critical exploration of the main questions concerning the intersection of philosophy and architecture. Is architecture art? How does a building mean? What is our experience of the architectural work? Philosophical reflection focuses here on the aesthetic status, cultural value, and human significance of architecture. These original studies, offered from a cosmopolitan point of view, graced with illustrations, and grounded in experience, open new roads in theory.
Michael H. Mitias was born in Antioch, Turkey, in 1939 and lived in Latakia, Syria, until 1959. He did his undergraduate and graduate studies in the U.S and Canada and graduated with a Ph.D. degree in philosophy from the University of Waterloo. He assumed a full-time position as a professor of philosophy at Millsaps College in 1967 in Jackson, Mississippi, and remained there until his retirement in 1999. He taught philosophy for several years at Kuwait University. He devoted his life to teaching and doing research in philosophy. In addition to numerous papers he delivered at national and international conferences, he published many articles in philosophical journals in the U.S. and abroad. He has extensive experience in the humanities and interdisciplinary studies. Michael H. Mitias was married in 1966 and has been divorced for several years. He has three sons and eight grandchildren. In addition to many books he edited in the areas of Ethics, Aesthetics, and Political Philosophy, he authored the following books: My Father the Immigrant (a novel); Seeking God: A Mystic's Way; Friendship: A Central Moral Value; Love Letters: Abyss of Loneliness, What Makes an Experience Aesthetic?, and Moral Foundation of the State. His novel, My Father the Immigrant, is based on his experience as an immigrant--a young man who came to the U.S. in quest of a serious understanding of the ideals of justice, love, and freedom: of their nature and how they can be applied in the contemporary world. The path he took from the moment he discovered himself as in individual in the peak of his adolescence to the moment he will retire, when he leaves this world, has been thorny, yet the thorns that bled his soul most of the time were drops of honey, and the wounds they left behind were sparks of revelation into the meaning of human life and destiny. He has just finished work on a book of poetry from a mystic's point of view.