You Can Imagine A Soul As Being

It As If You Took A Lot Of Very Good Food And Some Dog Excrement And Blended It All Up So That You Can't Possibly Figure Out What's Good Or Bad. It's An Intimate Mixture Of Rubbish And Good Ideas, And It's Very Hard To Disentangle The Two, Because These Are Smart People; They're Not Stupid.

You Can Imagine A Soul As Being A Detailed, Elaborate Pattern That Exists Very Clearly In One Brain. When A Person Dies, The Original Is No Longer Around. But There Are Other Versions Of It In Other People's Brains. It's A Less Detailed Copy, It's Coarse-grained.

Enormous Numbers Of People Are Taken In, Or At Least Beguiled And Fascinated, By What Seems To Me To Be Unbelievable Hocum, And Relatively Few Are Concerned With Or Thrilled By The Astounding-yet True-facts Of Science, As Put Forth In The Pages Of, Say, Scientific American.

It Is Perhaps Wrong To Say That The Enemy Of Enlightenment Is Logic; Rather, It Is Dualistic, Verbal Thinking. In Fact, It Is Even More Basic Than That: It Is Perception.

I Would Proclaim That The Vast Majority Of What [say, Scientific American] Is True-yet My Ability To Defend Such A Claim Is Weaker Than I Would Like. And Most Likely The Readers, Authors, And Editors Of That Magazine Would Be Equally Hard Pressed To Come Up With Cogent, Non-technical Arguments Convincing A Skeptic Of This Point, Especially If Pitted Against A Clever Lawyer Arguing The Contrary. How Come Truth Is Such A Slippery Beast?