Don’t think I ever got around to posting in an intro thread. Better late than never...?
I’m a high school dropout of no particular note. I studied philosophy in college and found it even worse than the diagnosis linked somewhere in another comment. (Seriously. Analytic philosophers seem to have no understanding whatsoever of language. One of my professors told me that words have objective definitions!) I can’t write anything longer or more interesting than this comment without large quantities of caffeine and nicotine; were this not the case, I’d be trying to formulate a Sorelian case against organized rationalism and see how that could get knocked down. (Then again, couldn’t the Singularity stuff be seen as a myth in the Sorelian sense...?)
I’m mostly interested in rationalism because of its demonstrated skill at collecting smart and interesting people, who are few and far between in the crappy suburb I live in. I grew up reading Robert Anton Wilson, and I’m glad I wasn’t alive for the time when the collectors looked like that. I’m also hoping I’ll find something to be interested in; after I realized philosophy was broken beyond repair, I haven’t had anything keep my interest.
Don’t think I ever got around to posting in an intro thread. Better late than never...?
I’m a high school dropout of no particular note. I studied philosophy in college and found it even worse than the diagnosis linked somewhere in another comment. (Seriously. Analytic philosophers seem to have no understanding whatsoever of language. One of my professors told me that words have objective definitions!) I can’t write anything longer or more interesting than this comment without large quantities of caffeine and nicotine; were this not the case, I’d be trying to formulate a Sorelian case against organized rationalism and see how that could get knocked down. (Then again, couldn’t the Singularity stuff be seen as a myth in the Sorelian sense...?)
I’m mostly interested in rationalism because of its demonstrated skill at collecting smart and interesting people, who are few and far between in the crappy suburb I live in. I grew up reading Robert Anton Wilson, and I’m glad I wasn’t alive for the time when the collectors looked like that. I’m also hoping I’ll find something to be interested in; after I realized philosophy was broken beyond repair, I haven’t had anything keep my interest.