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“Ficamos conhecendo o ser humano como talvez nenhuma geração antes de nós. O que é então um ser humano? É o ser que sempre decide o que ele é.
“É o ser que inventou as câmaras de gás. Mas é também o ser que entrou nas câmaras de gás. Ereto. Com uma oração nos lábios.”
De quando Vincent Cheung ganhou minha simpatia.
The claim is also sophistical. You mean something definite and different by “truth” (X) and “perception” (Y), and all he does is to change the meaning of “truth” so that it attaches to Y rather than to X. In other words, he is saying, “The word that you use to designate X should be used to designate Y instead.” But then, what about X? Is there such a thing as X or not? Is X coherent or not? He evades this matter of truth without refuting it. In effect, his illustration merely explains to you what he means by Y, rather than refuting your conception of X. (…)
Moreover, once he has affirmed his premise, that “truth is a matter of perception,” from now on everything that he says should be taken as just “a matter of perception.” This is the logical consequence of his philosophy. You should not only tell him this, but you should really act like it and treat him by this standard in all your conversations and interactions with him.
That is, argue with him according to the logical implications of his philosophy, and then treat him according to its practical implications. Insist on this even when there will be serious or even dangerous consequences for him, for example, in matters that have to do with money, legality, or safety, and each time, remind him that you are only following his standard. He must either surrender, or suffer the consequences of his own philosophy.
Conversas calvinistas nas internétes.
“Quero saber quando [Deus] está agindo, assim como sinto o cheiro de um bom café.”
Deus e coisas.
A good woman.
O lançamento do ano.
Chorai meu povo.
.on it
“Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it”
feito carnaval acabado.
“tem coisa que não dá pra calcular: até onde vai uma dúvida existencial, até onde o amor pode ser estúpido, até quando vai se deixar costurar essa teia interminável de ilusão, até onde tudo pode não ser só ilusão, até quando vai o sacrifício”
Quem vasculha um espelho acaba, volta e meia, se deparando com um soturno reflexo.
