I remember reading Descartes in engineering school, wasn't crazy about him then. But I found a great online source for all classic books and have been reading some of them again.
I think, therefore I am is an awesome concept. I think the myth of the Matrix can be debunked by this one principle of philosophy.
I thence concluded that I was a substance whose whole essence or nature consists only in thinking, and which, that it may exist, has need of no place, nor is dependent on any material thing; so that “I,” that is to say, the mind by which I am what I am, is wholly distinct from the body, and is even more easily known that the latter, and is such, that although the latter were not, it would still continue to be all that it is.
After this I inquired in general into what is essential to the truth and certainty of a proposition; for since I had discovered one which I knew to be true, I thought that I must likewise be able to discover the ground of this certitude. And as I observed that in the words I think, hence I am, there is nothing at all which gives me assurance of their truth beyond this, that I see very clearly that in order to think it is necessary to exist, I concluded that I might take, as a general rule, the principle, that all the things which we very clearly and distinctly conceive are true, only observing, however, that there is some difficulty in rightly determining the objects which we distinctly conceive.
27 September 2005
19 August 2005
The world is flat.
19 July 2005
Engaging India
18 September 2002
One of my Poems
Here's a poetry of mine that I pulled out of the covers while digging through my piles of written material.
All reminds me of home!
Author : Karmayogi
Those fresh grown tomatoes, mom's kitchen patch.
That little culvert, was my imaginary brook
The coconut tree, stout unlike any I've ever seen;
Cobbles under the washline laid by dad and me.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The moss on the rain swept walls
The stairs, slippery, patches of mosaic showing
Dad's garden chairs, brown and rickety;
The love birds in their own little mansion.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The rainy days spent at the window,
Nose against the glass as puddles formed.
Small ones and large ones, big enough;
For boats made of paper and all.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The corner in my room, books stacked high.
Lying on my bed, the ceiling fan I painted.
Memories of the books I read, during holidays
The little gadgets I made, strewn all around.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
It feels sad, when I think about it.
Gone are those days, we moved on,
There's probably concrete all over now.
The rain must be collecting in drums for all I know.
But still I am reminded of home. Home sweet home
All reminds me of home!
Author : Karmayogi
Those fresh grown tomatoes, mom's kitchen patch.
That little culvert, was my imaginary brook
The coconut tree, stout unlike any I've ever seen;
Cobbles under the washline laid by dad and me.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The moss on the rain swept walls
The stairs, slippery, patches of mosaic showing
Dad's garden chairs, brown and rickety;
The love birds in their own little mansion.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The rainy days spent at the window,
Nose against the glass as puddles formed.
Small ones and large ones, big enough;
For boats made of paper and all.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
The corner in my room, books stacked high.
Lying on my bed, the ceiling fan I painted.
Memories of the books I read, during holidays
The little gadgets I made, strewn all around.
All remind me of home. Home sweet home.
It feels sad, when I think about it.
Gone are those days, we moved on,
There's probably concrete all over now.
The rain must be collecting in drums for all I know.
But still I am reminded of home. Home sweet home
28 March 2002
Albert Einstein's Biography
25 February 2002
Reader's Nook
Hi Everybody, this is the Literary corner of my blog. I will be putting up all the books I read and the comments I have about them. Hope you find it interesting.
Peace,
Karmayogi
Peace,
Karmayogi
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