Unfortunately, the last sensible (to me) exchange in it was around
“Mark, I don’t think you understand the art of bucketcraft,” I say. “It’s not about using pebbles to control sheep. It’s about making sheep control pebbles. In this art, it is not necessary to begin by believing the art will work. Rather, first the art works, then one comes to believe that it works.”
After that the instrumentalist argument got heavily strawmanned:
“Ah! Now we come to the root of the problem,” says Mark. “What’s this so-called ‘reality’ business? I understand what it means for a hypothesis to be elegant, or falsifiable, or compatible with the evidence. It sounds to me like calling a belief ‘true’ or ‘real’ or ‘actual’ is merely the difference between saying you believe something, and saying you really really believe something.”
It gets worse after that, until EY kills the offending in-strawman-talist with some gusto.
Upvoted entirely for “in-strawman-talist”, which I will be giggling about at unpredictable intervals for days, probably requiring me to come up with some entirely false but more easily explained answer to “What’s so funny?”.
Unfortunately, the last sensible (to me) exchange in it was around
After that the instrumentalist argument got heavily strawmanned:
It gets worse after that, until EY kills the offending in-strawman-talist with some gusto.
Upvoted entirely for “in-strawman-talist”, which I will be giggling about at unpredictable intervals for days, probably requiring me to come up with some entirely false but more easily explained answer to “What’s so funny?”.