I'm no peach pit...
You're right. You have absolutely no astringency whatsoever. You are a saccharine solipsism of sloopiness.
Emphasis on loopy.
And on solipsism:
solipsism - Belief that only I myself and my own experiences are real, while anything else—a physical object or another person—is nothing more than an object of my consciousness. As a philosophical position, solipsism is usually the unintended consequence of an over-emphasis on the reliability of internal mental states, which provide no evidence for the existence of external referents. Recommended Reading: Gilbert Ryle, The Concept of Mind (Chicago, 1984) {at Amazon.com}; P. F. Strawson, Individuals: an Essay in Descriptive Metaphysics (Routledge, 1979) {at Amazon.com}; and Albert A. Johnstone, Rationalized Epistemology: Taking Solipsism Seriously (SUNY, 1991) {at Amazon.com}. Also see OCP, IEP, Roy A. Sorenson, BGHT, ISM, noesis, and MacE.
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In other words, dear, vous êtes une chienne folle sans racheter des qualités sociales.....
It's funny that Babel translates bitch as foolish dog. I guess they have a sense of humor after all. :) |
