ME: The dress? Holy shit, what idiot cares this much about which stable interpretation of ambiguous facts to prefer? ME: *does metaphysics*
What is man? A featherless biped with broad, flat nails who can't fall asleep because five years ago he said a dumb thing
Roses are red, trolleys are dangerous. If one's going to hit you, I'll murder some strangers. #philosophyvalentines
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Parmenides argued change is an illusion and literally impossible. I don't have a good counterargument except that he's dead now so fuck him.