<HTML><FONT FACE=arial,helvetica><FONT SIZE=2 FAMILY="SANSSERIF" FACE="Arial" LANG="0">The obfuscational variables of quasi-religious manifestations is randomly juxtaposed to the Kantian postulations in accordance with heretical manifestations of the deliberate a priori imperatives involved with heirarchical and traditional thought processes. That said, <I>historical </I>influences, not found in normal life, often call for emotional cleansing of a metaphysical mechanistic variable. The revolutionary dynamics of obfuscation often create difficulties in both oral & verbal communication. It is clear that the minions of clarificational dysfunction thrive in an obfuscational environment. To simply controverse is the diametrical opposition of converse. Any child could tell you that. (Get me a child; I can't make heads or tails of this) Merely conversing, however, makes no difference is an obfuscation process (if, indeed, it can be characterized as a process at all). <BR>
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Belief systems are a whole new ball of wax. Once one gets into a pure belief mode, all bets are off. One can <I>believe </I>anything. One can Know anything. This is the gist of all metaphysics. The ancients were aware of what they did know, but their problem (and, I maintain, our problem as well) is what they did not know. For example, those who maintain that science can be a belief system are dwelling in the delusion that they know what science is. For such a person, it is futile to argue, since they are working on a totally alien verbal reality plane. <BR>
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Between chemically induced hallucinatory experiences, one is happily grounded in what passes for reality. One ingests, secretes and excretes in an infantile void of pleasure-seeking rapture. Then Dan Rather or Peter Jennings or Tom Brokaw or Wolf Blitzer or Chris Matthews or one or more of dozens of others of the ilk spew intellectual irritants into our shells, and, like the oyster, we create from them pearls of what passes for Wisdom. <BR>
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Bloviating further, I must point out the the scabrous flesh-toned whining can be heard all the way out here, at the edge of the tectonic plate.<BR>
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I am<BR>
your obedient servant,<BR>
Tyl (the fool)</FONT></HTML>