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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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All the days of overworking finally turning into records
Gaining weight ain't even hurting, I'm too focused on my lectures
Earning A's in all my lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my own meat
Always reading as directed, only writing formal papers
All my needs becoming spectres, I've been forced to slow speeds
Ain't breathing when I'm resting, this the price of my labor
I'm far too nice, doing favors, a tale of possum and men
I tried converting some strangers to my apostles and then
They left me dangling, I hadn't changed enough for a friend
Got betrayed without exchanging any words for a send
It's all a blur that I spent too busy in academics
Not yet learning that my girth is not to blame on genetics
I met a girl empathetic to the pre-diabetics
And even she was authentic with her concern for the fetish
I'm looking reddish, 'cause I don't know how to care for myself
I'm stuck on Reddit, flow worsens as I tear at my health
I'm never fair to myself, but that don't mean that I'm honest
All these beats on the shelf, like "I'll succeed as an artist!"
All work, no play, at the Vista Villa
Homework, all day, at the Vista Villa
This hurts, no thanks! I'll dismiss my healing
Looking like I'll die before my Mother's proud!
All work, no play, at the Vista Villa
What smells like Vape at the Vista Villa?
Gone girl, heartbreak, I'll admit to feeling
That she always had her doubts
All work, no play, at the Vista Villa
Homework, all day, at the Vista Villa
This hurts, no thanks! I'll dismiss my healing
Looking like I'll die before my Mother's proud!
All work, no play, at the Vista Villa
What smells like Vape at the Vista Villa?
Gone girl, heartbreak, I'll admit to feeling
That she always had her doubts
I never really fell for her, ugly truth of a fling
She never wants to watch horror, but she prays for The Ring
She stayed with me for the spring, but we only grew divided
By the day she wants to spring, I can't help but be delighted
I invited her into my life, and we derided eachother
Far more fighters than lovers, we must have liked the strife
Had me drive her to a shelter for maligned mothers
Oh, how time suffers! We didn't hug goodbye
I invited her into my life, and we derided eachother
Far more fighters than lovers, we must have liked the strife
Had me drive her to a shelter for maligned mothers
Oh, how time suffers! We didn't hug goodbye
Got a new best friend that's my pops in a nutshell
Drinks on the daily and sees Thought as a buswell
He can pull the ladies though he never touched a dumb bell
Figured that he's strong, since he never got along well
Calling me his brother, think I finally found a real one
Knowing one another off the mushies, that's a feel, son!
We sealed the deal and made an album together
Thought our bond was steel, but it was made of polyester
And it tore up over nothing, that's the zeal of the jester
Out the door I'm too trusting, 'cause there's a fear that still festers
"What happens once I'm alone?"
I still dream my molester will come around to atone
All my nightmares plagued by the reek of cologne
And the shoe polish, baked into grease in my bones
We don't speak on the phone no more, the family evil
And the people in my tragedy been raggedy role models
Not a reach, if you know, you know, I'm patently feeble
Seems I'm happily ignored when they keep holding cold bottles
Sold hours of my time, tryn'a keep a roof above me
Never practice all my rhymes, I still thought that you would love me!
Food for Thought was bummy, and I paid for stealing beats
Gave y'all aching tummies before you got to taste the meat
But it's bittersweet, the way I'd eat that album to death
Got those words out my teeth, and the beast off my chest
Y'all expect the best-dressed from the depressed, it's distressing!
Lost respect through impressions, it wasn't what I'm expecting
But I reject the notion, that I'm less for commotions
Let my stresses be opened out so the rest is more potent
Got the lesser version out so I could come back more cogent
Not a rodent when opponents are the Devil's distortions
Where Vista and Villa meet
Work has been killing me!
Searching the Earth for my worth
In the ill-conceived
Ditching like twice a week
Missing my life to be
What I'm expected
Unless it's a lie to me!
But I'll deny the fees...
Chloe died this week

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