If She Weighs as Much as a Duck...

If you're like me, you have never been accused of being a particularly good horse jockey.  This, of course, leads in perfectly to my discourse on the problem of self-contradiction.


Logic (from the Greek λογική), goes back to the days of cavemen.  Why else would the word be Greek?  Philosophers, mathematicians, and rock, paper, scissor champions have grappled at the workings of this abstract idea for millennia.  Taking on many forms, it reached its highest intellectual age during mid 70's in Britain.

I need not explain further so ... I won't.


I recently had an interesting go at logic myself.  You see my camera, which is digital, stores its pictures on an SD card.  Now I was wrong to say "an SD card" because S is a consonant, but "a SD card" just sounds weird.  When I go to plug this card into my computer it takes hours to either open the folder or copy the files to my computer.


I reasoned, that a logical person would get or at least try a new SD card.  This, I believe, counts as logic.  However, I have come upon a quandary.  Since I have not tried to get or even try a new SD card, logically I am not a logical person, but in deducing this I have proven myself to have a logical nature.  This troubled me greatly and I sought to meditate on this.   


Here my problems got worse.  I have never been able to meditate before, nor do I know how.  You can imagine how wracked my brain was as to what should be done about this impasse (I hate using French words so you can appreciate how vexed I am).


To cope with this and try to get some perspective, I decided to write things out in a blog and see what came to me... so um..... yeah.....


If you have logiced yourself to a headache or believe there is more to granola than meets the eye, leave a comment below and contribute to the engaging conversation that takes place on this blog.