In a series of sober-sided essays, we have striven to make a plausible case for Realism, in particular as regards mathematics.
However, we are in the Iron Age now -- nay rather, the epoch
of plastic -- and arguments do not convince the multitudes. Accordingly, for the grand public, we offer this slogan:
Platonism: the philosopy with a Thinking Man’s Filter,
and a Smoking Man’s Taste.
(This formulation is not entirely original with ourselves,
but it has fallen out of copyright, and is thus ready for recycling.)
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~ Poshumous Endorsement
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“To distract my mind
from current troubles,
I like to dig into a
gritty mystery,
starring those tough-talking,
two-fisted Private Eyes,
the lovable Murphy
Brothers.”
(Plotinus sum, et hanc fabulam comprobo.)
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