2012-03-08 / Musings


“If you were to squeeze me like a lemon you would get nothing more out of me... Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.” — Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

“Throughout all the ages there have only been four degrees in love: The first consists of arousing hope; the second in offering kisses; the third in the enjoyment of intimate embraces; the fourth in the abandonment of the entire person.” — Andreas Capellanus, Tractatus de amore

“The meeting was charged to an unusual degree with a spirit of controversy.” — Wasfi Hijab’s minutes from a Moral

Sciences Club meeting, Oct. 26, 1946, reportedly the only time Karl Popper, Ludwig Wittengenstein and Bertrand Russell were together in one room, with Wittgenstein waving a poker at Popper during a discussion about whether philosophical problems are real or merely linguistic games

“Nothing can be known, not even this.” — Clitomachus quoting his intimate friend and teacher Carneades, who himself wrote nothing such as it is seen and unseen even eyes peeking enjoying the breeze (strong enough to intimate happy but not strong enough to blow everything away) speaking like an idIOt I AM still-doing my best one taste knot mine field oh heard and not heard (make that knot your bitch) because the answer depends on the question, dark knight, unassuming tiger lily mirror lilac goat honest engine known and not known farming without hands eyes without dust merely holding up a Rorschach blot: what might this be? the silver standard inquiry applying the pure form calculus: oh yeah this is the mother lode walk this way or stand or sit or lie all the way down on the farm dust hawking


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