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I Think Many People Are Terribly Afraid Of Being Demoted By The Darwinian Scheme From The Role Of Authors And Creators In Their Own Right Into Being Just Places Where Things Happen In The Universe.

In The Long Run I Certainly Hope Information Is The Cure For Fanaticism, But I Am Afraid Information Is More The Cause Than The Cure.

Try To Acquire The Weird Practice Of Savoring Your Mistakes, Delighting In Uncovering The Strange Quirks That Led You Astray. Then, When You Have Sucked Out All The Goodness To Be Gained From Having Made Them, You Can Cheerfully Forget Them And Go On To The Next Big Opportunity.

Some Philosophers Can't Bear To Say Simple Things, Like "suppose A Dog Bites A Man." They Feel Obliged Instead To Say, "suppose A Dog D Bites A Man M At Time T," Thereby Demonstrating Their Unshakable Commitment To Logical Rigor, Even Though They Don't Go On To Manipulate Any Formulae Involving D, M, And T.

Postmodernism, The School Of 'thought' That Proclaimed 'there Are No Truths, Only Interpretations' Has Largely Played Itself Out In Absurdity, But It Has Left Behind A Generation Of Academics In The Humanities Disabled By Their Distrust Of The Very Idea Of Truth And Their Disrespect For Evidence, Settling For 'conversations' In Which Nobody Is Wrong And Nothing Can Be Confirmed, Only Asserted With Whatever Style You Can Muster.