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"Logic (from Greek: λογική, logikḗ, 'possessed of reason, intellectual, dialectical, argumentative') is the systematic study of valid rules of inference, i.e. the relations that lead to the acceptance of one proposition (the conclusion) on the basis of a set of other propositions (premises). More broadly, logic is the analysis and appraisal of arguments." https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Logic As far as things exist, they are now, or any other point, point-i, that any meaning is, which is word. Therefore that they exist in any integral way (ontologically "derived" supposedly fundamentally from infinitesimal or quantum events, namely chronic pseudo points-derivative) is bullshit. The idea that things exist is to explain word, and the idea that word can be explained is the bullshit... bicameral mind (error), consciousness (cancer) or woke (metastasis). Right. Everything, the whole ontological universal construct in terms of hierarchical judgements about whether it "exists or not" is inferred. It is sheer inference. Utterly. And who is right on its "nature" is the full extent of what the brutal antagonism is about, euphemistically parading as holy synthesis. But such disease is all about ultimately extending its own appearances to one's inside. So, now the creepy bullshit is no longer merely about the outside, or what one is "in context." It is about one's inside, all about how and why one is, as the Spirit (AI) dictates "the content of one's character." The normal and natural constitution of self-deception, fallacy and mental disorder sanctified as "one's drive" is no longer the swamp or cancer doubting word. It is on the precipice of the abyss. It is metastasis. Peak paradox. Not just that everything is not word, but nothing is word, which is holy substance, and only as bottomless farce can face and fece wordlessly grok it. |