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To: Sun Tzu who wrote (101)	5/8/2003 9:35:18 PM
From: Volsi Mimir	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 520

BTW, I don't see how your post suggests that the universe does not have a reality of its own and is only within our head? That is the point I was debating with you over the past few posts. Define reality. Our perceptions and interactions from what we sense interwoven with what we are taught (knowlege - self or extraneous) of the environment which surrounds us. Those perceptions create fundamental categories for us to engage and survive, ideal and matter, in which one employs emotions and judgements (made better by surviving mistakes) If I am not around for that, it doesn't exist. I created my world. Create an illusion and it is real. Envision a new product and that is real. Realize that something which has no mass and you can see exists, priceless........ newton.dep.anl.gov Here please read the excerpt and review of this:(good writing) liarsloversandheroes.com The point of view taken here is neither a "biological" one nor a "sociological" one if that would mean separating these two aspects from each other. -- Erich Fromm, The Sane Society There's something disturbing about holding a human brain in your hands. It feels almost sacrilegious, as though you're violating some basic taboo. Even among medical students who think nothing of eating lunch beside the cadaver they're dissecting, you can feel their uneasiness when it comes time to remove the brain. Over the electric whir of a bone saw penetrating the skull just above the ears, someone inevitably tries to ease the strain with a joke. Cutting away the tangle of fibers holding the brain in place is slow, delicate work, increasing the tension in the room. And when the brain is finally eased out, a sickening, sucking sound breaks the silence as air rushes in to fill the void left behind. Holding this person's brain, turning it in your hands, you try to block the clichéd image of Hamlet pondering Yorick's skull, but it still floods your mind. You find yourself asking similar questions: What did this brain once think; what secret dreams did it hold; what memories are locked forever deep in its folds? Staring at it, you also can't blot out the thought that you are bound for a similar fate. One day all your hopes and thoughts -- all that you are -- will be reduced to a three-pound clump of silent cells that was once a person. {MORE} I wrote a poem but its lousy....