It seems inevitable that the share of our consciousness occupied by memories grows and grows and grows ...
Schlagwort: Leben
A., V. & A.
Vronsky came to the side of the bed and, seeing her, again covered his face with his hands.
‘Uncover your face, look at him. He’s a saint,’ she said. ‘No, uncover it, uncover your face!’ she said crossly. ‘Alexei Alexandrovich, uncover his face! I want to see him.’
Alexei Alexandrovich took Vronsky’s hands and drew them away from his face, terrible in the expression of suffering and shame that was on it.
‘Give him your hand. Forgive him.’
Alexei Alexandrovich gave him his hand, not holding back the tears that poured from his eyes.
‘Thank God, thank God,’ she said, ‘now everything is ready. Just let me stretch my legs a little. There, that’s wonderful. How tastelessly these flowers are done, quite unlike violets,’ she said, pointing to the wallpaper. ‘My God, my God! When will it end? Give me morphine. Doctor, give me morphine! Oh, my God, my God!’
And she began thrashing about in her bed.
Tolstoy - Anna Karenina
Plans II.
- Cycle.
- Write.
- Bake.
- Kiss.
- Run.
- Hug.
Plans.
- Get more assignments done in time.
- Communicate more with more.
- Drink more hot chocolate.
- Play less & better tetris.
- Go to more concerts.
- Explain better.
- Publish more.
- Read longer.
- Cook more.
- Do less.
"Logics" are not logic.
We misunderstand logic if we think there are "logics" among which we could somehow choose. There is reasoning. Specific formal systems may or may not adequately capture aspects of correct reasoning. But there is no neutral place outside logic from which to decide what "logic" to adopt.
Allan Stairs rephrasing Kripke against Putnam