I finally studied more...
Spinoza the simple
So much for all these meaningless Cartesian doubts,
Please realize from a single seed reality sprouts
Idea of ideas ideated in an intellect infinite
Nature is its own making in a divine dance of delight
Or try to think of it as countless squares on a plane
Zero freedom means freedom from all pleasure and pain
An Advaitin Hegelian sure drives Hebrews insane
Immanuel the immaculate
Ideas, ideas, honestly it's too much noise
Mind truly doesn't really leave us much choice
Matters of fact too must finally follow its laws
A priori or not, space and time never pause
Nein, nein, never apply reason to God
Underworlds and demons are nice stories, but fraud
Everything we know of God we find in our head
Logic lights our path, but can't bring back the dead
Knowledge tries to hide from us, so it must be sought
A thing-in-itself though might just never be caught
Noumena are naught but a phenomenal fart
Transcendental means nothing, but it sure sounds smart
Wittgenstein the wistful
Look at this picture!
Unreal snapshot of reality
Don't you think that what you think can screw up your clarity?
What's this world but a bunch of logical atoms
Ideal language imitates a form it doesn't fathom
Gee, G.E. is sure keen on justifying substratum
Wait, what?
I don't think I get my own picture
There's no meaning, and usage follows no scripture
To learn a language is to live a life in itself
Game-like it sure is, but no rulebook on the shelf
Even this, what I'm saying, is just part of the game
No words carry meanings that simply stay the same
So many uses - singing, praying, making up jokes
Tractatus now seems like just one tool in a toolbox
Every simple situation has these infinite layers
It can't be a real game if there's no other players
New methods for old problems - from Plato's to Ayer's
Russell the regal
Bollocks to the Romantics and other German crap
Atomic facts are arrows on reality's map
What's in a name? William Shakespeare denotes 'Wily ol' Sap'
Remember the Principia that Newton didn't write?
Uh, I'm the Newton of logic, yeah, that's right
Sure, I was born an idealist, can you believe?
Semblance of realism is all I could ever achieve
Early Wittgenstein was a friend and fellow nutcase
Logic sure was fun then with all the atoms in place
Later Wittgenstein threw a rotten egg in our face
Moore the militant
Georgopher Moorumbus, defender of the obvious
Earth exists, don't you say you find this suspicious
Matter is matter, I don't see a problem with this
On Berkeley's perceived grave, I do take quite a piss
Of certain certain truths, I'm as certain as you
Rest assured, we're all still free to analyse too
Each time I beg a question, Wittgenstinians boo!
Spinoza the simple
So much for all these meaningless Cartesian doubts,
Please realize from a single seed reality sprouts
Idea of ideas ideated in an intellect infinite
Nature is its own making in a divine dance of delight
Or try to think of it as countless squares on a plane
Zero freedom means freedom from all pleasure and pain
An Advaitin Hegelian sure drives Hebrews insane
Immanuel the immaculate
Ideas, ideas, honestly it's too much noise
Mind truly doesn't really leave us much choice
Matters of fact too must finally follow its laws
A priori or not, space and time never pause
Nein, nein, never apply reason to God
Underworlds and demons are nice stories, but fraud
Everything we know of God we find in our head
Logic lights our path, but can't bring back the dead
Knowledge tries to hide from us, so it must be sought
A thing-in-itself though might just never be caught
Noumena are naught but a phenomenal fart
Transcendental means nothing, but it sure sounds smart
Wittgenstein the wistful
Look at this picture!
Unreal snapshot of reality
Don't you think that what you think can screw up your clarity?
What's this world but a bunch of logical atoms
Ideal language imitates a form it doesn't fathom
Gee, G.E. is sure keen on justifying substratum
Wait, what?
I don't think I get my own picture
There's no meaning, and usage follows no scripture
To learn a language is to live a life in itself
Game-like it sure is, but no rulebook on the shelf
Even this, what I'm saying, is just part of the game
No words carry meanings that simply stay the same
So many uses - singing, praying, making up jokes
Tractatus now seems like just one tool in a toolbox
Every simple situation has these infinite layers
It can't be a real game if there's no other players
New methods for old problems - from Plato's to Ayer's
Russell the regal
Bollocks to the Romantics and other German crap
Atomic facts are arrows on reality's map
What's in a name? William Shakespeare denotes 'Wily ol' Sap'
Remember the Principia that Newton didn't write?
Uh, I'm the Newton of logic, yeah, that's right
Sure, I was born an idealist, can you believe?
Semblance of realism is all I could ever achieve
Early Wittgenstein was a friend and fellow nutcase
Logic sure was fun then with all the atoms in place
Later Wittgenstein threw a rotten egg in our face
Moore the militant
Georgopher Moorumbus, defender of the obvious
Earth exists, don't you say you find this suspicious
Matter is matter, I don't see a problem with this
On Berkeley's perceived grave, I do take quite a piss
Of certain certain truths, I'm as certain as you
Rest assured, we're all still free to analyse too
Each time I beg a question, Wittgenstinians boo!
2 comments:
The concept's brilliant.
And I am tired of BJ-ing your writing skills. Yet, "Idea of ideas ideated in an intellect infinite" - 'Grand salut'
And, you learnt all this at Our Lady of Fatima?
Of course, Aligarh was my Oxford!
Thanks for all the BJing
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