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Philosophy, or so I've been told, is the art of thinking. Well,
I think, therefore I am. . .going to include a philosophy page
in my Page of Pedagogic Puerility. Whereas some of the other pages
dwell on the Puerility side, this will dwell on the Pedagogy bit.
If you don't know what I'm talking about, then you haven't read
my Home Page properly.
OK, the first philosophy of my page was a lengthy treatise about
why UFOs are not alien spaceships. Anyway, that has been discarded
and we are now going to move onto a different topic:
| Why is a table | a table? |
Why not, you're probably asking yourselves. I mean, it's been a table since I was born, so why shouldn't it remain so? Along comes this guy and starts complicating things! Hey, don't worry. A table is a table and will continue to be a table, otherwise it wouldn't be a table at all, now, would it? But why is it a table? Well, consider this. Let us say that through infinite patience and lack of better things to do you manage to collect all the things, abstract or not, that we can perceive in the Universe, except a table. And then, armed with a flabbergastingly long piece of paper (or a 2GB HD) you somehow manage to compile a list of all the names that these things are given. Now, grab this list and haul it to the garage where all the perceivable things in the Universe are stored. Drag the list out of the truck and cut it up into little labels, each label containing one name. Then apply some adhesive stuff to the back of each label, and start sticking it to the things. Aardvark, aardwolf.. keep on moving until you reach zygote. Then step back and look into the basket that once held your labels. There should be one label there. Pick it up, and lo and behold, it's the table label. There you see. We have now conclusively proved that a table is a table, and explained why.
Any proofs or disproofs of this philosophy? Any new philosophies?
What are you waiting for? Send them to radioshk@mbox.vol.net.mt.