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| There are moments when if I'm in the right mood what we talk about in class brings me near tears. For example, this British idealist, FHBradley, had this concept of "thought suicide". | |
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| "Thought suicide" is where thought escapes the "infinite regress" of mediated experience; my notes say that "thought is like the river that wants to lose itself in the sea". | |
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| And we'd be left in a world of immediate sensation, which isn't really attainable, but we get an inkling through intense sensual experiences. Like sex. I nearly broke down crying. Shit, it's late. | |
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| ____: Yeah, I should be getting to bed. And isn't it about time for you to have some chicken nuggets? | |
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