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GOD a dit:It would be good if we could download all our sent and recieved PMs .
This suggestion has come up several times in this thread (from me as well).One thing that confuses me - when I click the new messages since last visit button, I always get posts from the French forum and my French is really bad. Filtering them out would be quite useful, along with all the other languages I don't speak.
Selfish? I guess.
CaduceusMercurius a dit:This suggestion has come up several times in this thread (from me as well).
Agree with keeping it simple, but science disserves a place next to "art and philosophy" (maybe integrate science in this topic...)buffachino a dit:Isn’t a science section just a speculation section in disguise?
Not even science has the right to be accepted as unequivocal ‘fact’.
For what is fact if not a belief?
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I would suggest overall to keep it as simple as possible.
buffachino a dit:I just don’t like seeing tools be placed above the hands that use them.
I was wondering what the FUCK you mean by epistemological hierarchy
buffachino a dit:I was wondering what the FUCK you mean by epistemological hierarchy
Dividing topic sections by the degrees and methods by which knowledge is attained and discussed in a hierarchical fashion; Such as one section being held as truer than another for the exploration or justification of subject matter than another.
That’s what the fuck I meant.
Sorry to be confusing yet again.
Hah you've said it. Enjoy it before they irrigate it and put a parking lot and a mcdonalds over it :mrgreen:silv a dit:it's like a gigantic philosophical swamp!
How are you going to measure truth?
Ow right measuring is an invention of science
it's like a gigantic philosophical swamp!
Just trying to put the tools in the right boxes
buffachino a dit:And just a thought:
Isn’t a box also a tool for holding tools? And tools themselves boxes?
Ahh, the infinity of the mundane.