Renee Descartes, the father of modern philosophy, published the meditations on first philosophy. There's a technical meaning for that, but right now, who cares?
In the Meditations, he supposes the existence of a super smart demon who is deceiving him and is a real jerk about it.
A catfish, that is.
and he's so privileged he has to assume this is a demon and not, like, an evil shitlord.
I couldn't sleep last night, needed NyQuill. It has affected me all day. I am less smart and less empathetic.
Only that last thing makes sense to me.
ReplyDeleteRenee Descartes, the father of modern philosophy, published the meditations on first philosophy. There's a technical meaning for that, but right now, who cares?
ReplyDeleteIn the Meditations, he supposes the existence of a super smart demon who is deceiving him and is a real jerk about it.
A catfish, that is.
and he's so privileged he has to assume this is a demon and not, like, an evil shitlord.
I couldn't sleep last night, needed NyQuill. It has affected me all day. I am less smart and less empathetic.
I guess the penultimate bit (NyQuill) also made sense.
ReplyDeleteCapital N, little y, BIG FUCKING Q.
ReplyDeleteI read Meditations so long ago, and I seem recall about part being that Descartes felt that the only thing he could trust was his own mind.
ReplyDeleteThat never made sense to me, given once a person doubts the reality of all other things, there isn't really a way to prove the reality of self.
Anyway, a catfish usually presents as a comely, and friendly sort, don't they?
Hashtag trolling plus Robert Bohl
ReplyDeleteHad to look up "shitlord" : )
ReplyDeleteT to the E to the O
ReplyDeleteHe cannot trust his sensations. He finds that he cannot doubt that he exists -- because the act of doubting necessitates a doubter. Basically.
So, whatever it is that doubts Descartes defines as himself and moves on from there.
As for the catfish: ain't the world friendly and pretty? Especially if you get to sit in your arm chair and think about philosophy?
There's a small chunk in the Meditations about Descartes life: He's in his night gown, at night, thinking.