'You're T. S. Eliot, ' said a taxi driver to the famous poet as he stepped into his cab. Eliot asked him how he knew. 'Ah, I've got an eye for a celebrity, ' he replied. 'Only the other evening I picked up Bertrand Russell, and I said to him, Well, Lord Russell, what's it all about? And, do you know, he couldn't tell me.' Did the taxi-driver's question reveal his own naivety or did it puncture the pretensions of the philosopher? Why was Russell Britain's most famous philosopher if he couldn't tell us 'what it's all about'? Is there an answer to the cabby's question and are philosophers the ones to provide it? This book is aimed at the reader who is serious about confronting the big issues in life but is turned-off by books which deal with them through religion, spirituality or 'psycho-babble'. It is for people who want an honest, intelligent discussion which doesn't hide from the difficulties or make undeliverable promise