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The Thought

"The Thought: A Logical Inquiry" is an essay by Gottlob Frege. It was published as "Der Gedanke. Eine logische Untersuchung" in the philosophy journal Beiträge zur Philosophie des deutschen Idealismus (English: Contributions to the philosophy of German idealism) in 1918. It was republished in Mind in English in 1956. In it, Frege argues against idealism and for platonism about thoughts, or propositions. Frege says ideas are private, but thoughts are public. Frege said that such abstract objects were members of a third realm. Frege also argued for a redundancy theory of truth. Quoting Frege, "The thought, in itself immaterial, clothes itself in the material garment of a sentence and thereby becomes comprehensible to us. We say a sentence expresses a thought." more »

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This shit is therapy
Yo, yo, yo, yo

Today I saw my father for the first time in a year
Was not but a bother but I may have shed some tears
I turned my other cheek in fear of his gaze and recognition
Knocked on wood and said a prayer, some rare superstition
My disposition fair enough, given past tense sex positions
Tex-Mex was in the kitchen, but my appetite was missing
Panicked frights and manic flights, to laughter from contrition
My left brain to my stomach sending writs of prohibition
I lit a stoge, I kissed it, I missed my chance to kick his ass
A rogue glance from the bastard could've shattered me like glass
I tried to act all cheery, I tried to laugh and sass
But couldn't drop the bitter tone, some harmonizing flats
Baby Mabie's graduating that's the last thing on the dome
Deer in traffic, no headlights, no yellow-orange cone
My mellow, boring self-conflicted, slightly mouthing at the foam
Griping bout the Alma Mater anthem rousing dreams of home
Want to scream "Leave me alone!" A fat Doctor Manhattan
But the proctor wrote "No talking!" on the cocktail napkin
Words I've heard a thousand times, sounding like they're latin
Blurring lines aloud, the sky is ground, wondering what happened?
I'm tapping on my thighs, got Gene Krupa looking wry
Been since Y2Koopa since my Soup-a-Cup supply was running dry
Wishing I were high, but gravity too motherfucking fly
Liar! You just too broke to buy, by the bye

You told me to never lie
So it's time for Show & Tell
Am I just too broke inside?
No more time for dreams of hell
You told me to never lie
So it's time for Show & Tell
Never lie, never lie
Show & Tell, Show & Tell

Telling me to never lie, but telling me to never tell
Not even 25, been to and back from hell
Try to breathe for a spell, but I'm still tripping sack
Recite the basics, you're awake, your name is Jack
You're still alive, and you're acting like a quack
The sight of Bill astride, gave you a heart attack
I lack forward emotion, I will myself to calm it down
I'm still having a moment, dreadful feeling the Devil's around
kill my head-full of feelings, zombie-walking through the crowd
Talking like my Daddy, fronting with my every sound
Might just go and buy a pound to drown out all my thoughts
Might go start a fire, ashy gown for the pen I use to jot this down

You told me to never lie
So it's time for Show & Tell
Am I just too broke inside?
No more time for dreams of hell
You told me to never lie
So it's time for Show & Tell
Never lie, never lie
Show & Tell, Show & Tell

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