Shitty thinking
Demannu at 8-06-2005 4:44 am
I'd like to paint you a mental picture of a man. He sits on a toilet. Beneath him a lump of feces is beginning to cool in the water of the bowl. How did that lump of feces get there? I'll tell you. It may have been deposited there by a man named William. Further, I can tell you that this man William, who may have left feces under the unnameD man, was of Ockham. William of Ockham. The erudite among you will say that this is absurd. He lived in the 1300's. His biological fuctions would have ceased long ago and therefore could not have created the lump of fecal matter. I'll change my theory then. This rapidly cooling turd was created by a work of art. This work of art is fed a meal, which then goes through a series of chambers which simulate the digestive processes of the human body. Once the final stage of the process was complete, a hungarian man wearing a dress brought it in on a silver tray and gently deposited it beneath the unnameD man. You have to admit that this is at least plausible, if not probable. If given the choice between William of Ockham leaving this inigmatic turd beneath the unnameD man or a Hungarian man in a dress leaving the work of art beneath the man, one would be a fool to suppose the latter rather than the former to be true. And so we discover the idea of methodological reductionism, and determine the turd to be a work of art? Hardly. the choice I presented is a false dichotomy. It would be like saying the unnameD man will either wipe his ass or not wipe his ass. If he does not wipe his ass, does it follow that his underwear will soon be sporting skid marks? It does not. For the choice presented is also a false dichotomy. The unnameD man could have his ass wiped by someone else. And so it is with that puzzling poop. Between the choices I presented of course, the one which requires the fewest assumptions is more favorable. And so it is, that we circle the truth; always choosing the a path that leads us closer to it. The unnameD man flushes the toilet, and the doodie floats in a spiral pattern. Circling the drain; taking the path that leads it closer to the sewer.
Music: The Carpenters: Rainy days and Mondays always get me down