The Meaning Making Machine

We all have one.

Sometimes, I just want to flip the lid, take it out of my cranium and rest the damn thing on the window ledge.

There is no meaning. There is meaning. There is no meaning. There is meaning.

Chunter chunter, huffle puffle puff.

Wittgenstein was right.

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Posted on February 9, 2015, in Philosophy, Science and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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