Logic Is An Old Subject, And Since

Life Is Agid, Life Is Fulgid. Life Is What The Least Of Us Make Most Of Us Feel The Least Of Us Make The Most Of. Life Is A Burgeoning, A Quickening Of The Dim Primordial Urge In The Murky Wastes Of Time.

Logic Chases Truth Up The Tree Of Grammar.

Scientific Method Is The Way To Truth, But It Affords, Even In Principle, No Unique Definition Of Truth. Any So-called Pragmatic Definition Of Truth Is Doomed To Failure Equally.

If There Is A Case For Mental Events And Mental States, It Must Be That The Positing Of Them, Like The Positing Of Molecules, Hassome Indirect Systematic Efficacy In The Development Of Theory.

Unlike Descartes, We Own And Use Our Beliefs Of The Moment, Even In The Midst Of Philosophizing, Until By What Is Vaguely Called Scientific Method We Change Them Here And There For The Better. Within Our Own Total Evolving Doctrine, We Can Judge Truth As Earnestly And Absolutely As Can Be, Subject To Correction, But That Goes Without Saying.