When I was small, we’d play the hiding game And when you found me, I’d say, “Now your turn!” Then as you went to hide I’d count to ten And warn you I was on my way, and when At ..read more

What peculiar privilege has this little agitation of the brain which we call thought, that we must thus make it the model of the whole universe?…Sound philosophy ought carefully to guard against so natural an illusion.   – David Hume ..read more