(House. "Damned If You Do".)
There are several schools of thought. Ontology, epistemology and metaphysics.
There is a wide point in the road.
We need wide points in order to allow passing. Not that everyone needs to pass. There are some who remain safely ensconced within their lane, confident that no passing lorry would ever come careening into their path, ending their life.
Thinking about things is a seductive enterprise. Religion, truth, beauty. All the things that freshmen lit teachers warn you about. "Beauty is truth, truth beauty." And all that dither about Keats and Yeats. Blake and Chaucer. (And then some prof throws in Blake. What to think?)
I've written before about my affection for the works of John Barth. End of the Road. Why try to rewrite another's questions?
When I read and re-read Noah Chomsky, what I find is riddled with incomplete sentences. When I think about the hundreds, if not thousands, of students that have spent their time under this incoherent sway--at one of America's most prestigious universities--I find myself choking through the mere thought that such a fascile thinker as Chomsky could have gained as great an allegiance as he has, simply for talking poop.
This post is based upon a series on television that I regularly watch. "House."
But, when I hear these words, "faith isn't based upon logic and experience" I could not but write.
Faith needn't be based upon logic and experience. Faith needn't be based upon anything.
But faith, based upon logic and experience tends towards the unassailable, neh?
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