Descartes And The Splendor Of

J Joanne Kyger Joanne Kyger
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DESCARTES AND THE SPLENDOR OF A Real Drama of Everyday Life. In Six Parts. . . . PART IV I reject as absolutely false all opinion in which I have the least doubt. As our senses often deceive us I assume they show us illusion, and must reject them. As reason is subject to error, and who can offer more living proof of that than I, I must reject the faculty or reason. Finally I am aware that I am only completely and confindently aware of all this rejection and doubt. This is all I can be sure of, this spinning out of my head. HENCE I arrive at my First Fundamental Truth. I THINK hence I AM. OR I Doubt hence I Am; or I Reject hence I am. You get the picture. However this I is of the Mind, and wholly distinct from the Body. But then further clear reasoning brings me to this: IN ORDER TO THINK, IT IS NECESSARY TO EXIST. I never saw a dead man think, I never hope to see one, but I can tell you any how, I'd rather see than Be one. Dead men don't htink. An therefore, everything we exactly and truly know, like THE REASONING ABOVE is because it is CLEAR AND DISTINCT. I realize that to doubt is a drag, and a PerFECT BEING would accept everything. But from WHENCE DID I GET MY IDEA OF PERFECTION!!!!! PLACED IN ME BY A NATURE, BY A NATURE IN REALITY MORE PERFECT THAN MIND and WHICH EVEN POSSESSES WITHIN ITSELF ALL THE PERFECTION OF WHICH I COULD FORM ANY IDEA, that is to say, IN A SINGLE WORD, MOTHER GOD. Without this idea of the perfection of MOTHER GOD we should not exist. Imagination is a mode of thinkin lomited to material objects. AND THE STUFFY MIND ASSUMES IF YOU CANNOT IMAGINE, something, IT DOES NOT EXIST. WHICH IS beside the point and off the argument if not completely irrelevant to this text by which I am following myself in glory and splendor. AM I A BUTTERFLY DREAMING I AM ME or ME DREAMING I AM A BUTTERFLY or am I MOTHER GOD in Glory and Splendor? Our ideas become confused because we are not WHOLLY PERFECT and our razor sharp reason must be wielded at all times to guard against ERROR, error of IMAGINATION and error of the SENSES.

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