Vignettes, these drips of drunkenness. They lack a synthesis, a point, a coming together. Disjoint madness.
There is a point to me but I'm not sure that I know what it is. I write this rubbish in an, almost desperate, attempt to understand what I mean. In any sense.
Last night I lay in my bed listening to youtube's Jessie J mix trying to grok why Russell and Frege had their issues.
Perhaps what they were trying for was too much of an ask? Were they straining the bounds of sense in an attempt to achieve a something that just wasn't there? They disagreed on what that something was for a start.
I like sets, useful things, but programmer that I am I know when you need to use another collection. The whole class thing seems like a shameful kludge, a kludge to force universality onto something that contains it's own contradiction. If it's un-pretty you have to have reservations if you're a maths geek.
Maybe that's what's wrong with me? Am I looking for something that just isn't there in me?
I feel tired and sick and my mind is a mess. I need a day or so in my bed.
You can only take stupidity so far.
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I think, you've got-
what you're looking
for, otherwise-
you wouldn't know,
to look for it.
....xx
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Hope you feel better soon Neil
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I am beginning to confuse your novels and reality, perhaps that's because there is an overlap?
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crikey, now that's what I call a blog - think I'll leave it to the professionals from now on...although I'm a little inspired as your blog does remind me of a poem I once wrote that started...'matters of ontology require me to think, so I lubricate my lucubrations with a reassuringly expensive drink...'
...I didn't say it was a good poem...