Socrates is a man Men die
Socrates dies. Men are Grass
I consider myself logical, but I don't think syllogistically..
"Oh, that's logical," I say because it makes my sense,
suits my agenda, fits into my aims and goals &
measurable outcomes.
attempt to deal with life in logical terms and the compulsive
nature of that attempt which produces in us the propensity
for terror when it is even hinted that such a logical approach
might break down. It is as if the tight coherence of the logical
brain even in persons who notoriously think with a great deal
of muddle-headedness, must still be [seen as ] sacrosanct."
Gregory Bateson: Mind and Nature: a Necessary Unity.
I consider my self reasonable and rational but don't think in
terms of ratios. "This rock is hard," I say-- not acknowledging
the relationship between butt & rock that generates hardness
like anything.. An emerging phenomena.
" You're an idiot," I claim.
" My cat's a Sneeze Maker".--
Me ignoring ratios & rationality. reciprocity, the back & forth,
mutual, co-operative relationship it takes to tango & tangle up
an adjective, accusation, nomination.. .
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