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Philosophers at a Bar 2
The way philosophy should be taught. Here are three new contestants, handpicked for maximum philosophical whiplash — no fistfights, but plenty of raised eyebrows: ⸻ 🧠 Immanuel Kant – The Lawful Thinker • Vibe: Stern but polite, nursing a single glass of wine all night. • Philosophy: Duty, reason, the categorical imperative, and the unknowable…
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Philosophers at a Bar
🥃 Ayn Rand, Nietzsche, and the Wild Card Philosopher in a Bar We walk into a smoky bar called The Edge of Reason. Three figures sit at a round table: • Ayn Rand – sharp suit, harder eyes, bourbon neat. • Friedrich Nietzsche – disheveled, intense, absinthe in hand. • And now… the wild card:…
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Digitized Milgram – The Abdication of Thought
“Against stupidity we are defenseless.” D. Bonhoeffer “I don’t want a nation of thinkers, I want a nation of workers.” – John D(evil) Rockefeller ✅ Definition: The Milgram Experiment The Milgram Experiment was a famous psychological study on obedience conducted by psychologist Stanley Milgram in the early 1960s at Yale University. The goal was to…
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Black hole book
This would be a crazy story, about a person who falls (falls sounds weird here) in a black hole. The story would be told from his point. And what would happen in a split second could be a lifetime for the person. Disregard the effects on his body, we would only look from his brain/mind…
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Freedom
Chapter 1: “Born in Chains, Died in Freedom” What is freedom—true freedom? For most, it is nothing more than an illusion, a carefully curated experience that feels free but never truly demands sacrifice. Comfortable freedom. The kind that comes with conditions, the kind that allows a person to move within invisible boundaries but never beyond…
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“The Quiet Rebirth”
The world lay in ruins. Once a thriving metropolis, the city was now a hushed graveyard of shattered glass and broken steel. The sky, choked with ash, filtered sunlight into a pale, sickly glow. Streets once filled with the pulse of human life were silent. Skyscrapers stood like ghosts, their windows hollowed, their bones cracked…