Philosopher looks at a rose, thinks "pretty flower," and writes about there being an absolute and eternal model of Pretty Flower, existing in a space outside of space, that informs all our ideas of pretty flowers.
Unless he's a postmodernist, in which case he talks about how "pretty flowers" are a discursive technology used by patriarchical elites to delineate the permitted boundaries of ideological deconstruction and resistance to the hegemony of plant-based biopower.
Of course! Then there's the scientist laughing them in the face and disregarding these obviously stupid and unprovable notions.
Nah I've been to these science parties, sure they're funny, and yeah we did get shitfaced, somebody explained me how this banach-tarski paradox actually worked, and I completely forgot
wonderful. You do get the same kind of people that think what they have to say is really really important though, except you can't tell them apart as easy, because they usually tend to dress just as badly as the rest of them. You'll know when they boast the same story for the third time, though.
On the other hand maybe I'm just pissed cause I can't go back there, but I dunno if it was the place I was supposed to be anyway.
