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This is a ffrinch. This is the flag of the Prooshi — ous, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang the flag of the Prooshious. Up with your pike and fork! This is the triplewon hat of Lipoleum. This is the Willingdone on his same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is his big wide harse. This is the three lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy, stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg.

This is the petty lipoleum boy that was nayther bag nor bug. All of them arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is the crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up.

This is big Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides on the flanks of the jinnies. Dispatch in thin red lines cross the shortfront of me Belchum. Fieldgaze thy tiny frow. That was the tictacs of the jinnies for to fontannoy the Willingdone. The jinnies is jillous agincourting all the lipoleums.

And the lipoleums is gonn boycottoncrezy onto the one Willingdone. And the Willingdone git the band up. This is bode Belchum, bonnet to busby, breaking his secred word with a ball up his ear to the Willingdone. Dispitch desployed on the regions rare of me Belchum. Damn fairy ann, Voutre. That was the first joke of Willingdone, tic for tac. This is me Belchum in his twelvemile cowchooks, weet, tweet and stampforth foremost, footing the camp for the jinnies. This is Roo-shious balls. This is a ttrinch. This is Canon Futter with the popynose. This is the blessed. This is jinnies in the bonny bawn blooches.

This is lipoleums in the rowdy howses. This is the Willingdone, by the splinters of Cork, order fire. This is camelry, this is floodens, this is the solphereens in action, this is their mobbily, this is panickburns. This is Willingdone cry. This is jinnies cry. This is jinnies rinning away to their ouster-lists dowan a bunkersheels. With a nip nippy nip and a trip trip — py trip so airy. This is the bissmark of the marathon merry of the jinnies they left behind them. This is the Willingdone branlish his same marmorial tallowscoop Sophy—Key-Po for his royal divorsion on the rinnaway jinnies.

Gam — bariste della porca! This is the pettiest of the lipoleums, Toffeethief, that spy on the Willingdone from his big white harse, the Capeinhope. Stonewall Willingdone is an old maxy montrumeny. Lipoleums is nice hung bushel-lors. This is hiena hinnessy laughing alout at the Willing — done. This is lipsyg dooley krieging the funk from the hinnessy. This is the hinndoo Shimar Shin between the dooley boy and the hinnessy.

This is the wixy old Willingdone picket up the half of the threefoiled hat of lipoleums fromoud of the bluddle filth. This is the hinndoo waxing ranjymad for a bombshoob. This is the Willingdone hanking the half of the hat of lipoleums up the tail on the buckside of his big white harse. That was the last joke of Willingdone. This is the same white harse of the Willingdone, Culpenhelp, waggling his tailoscrupp with the half of a hat of lipoleums to insoult on the hinndoo see-boy. This is the seeboy, madrashattaras, upjump and pumpim, cry to the Willingdone: This is the Willingdone, bornstable ghentleman, tinders his maxbotch to the cursigan Shimar Shin.

This is the dooforhim seeboy blow the whole of the half of the hat of lipoleums off of the top of the tail on the back of his big wide harse. This way the museyroom. Mind your boots goan out. What a warm time we were in there but how keling is here the airabouts! We nowhere she lives but you mussna tell annaone for the lamp of Jig-a-Lanthern! And such reasonable weather too! A verytableland of bleakbardfields! Under his seven wrothschields lies one, Lumproar. His glav toside him. Our pigeons pair are flewn for northcliffs.

Neblas on you liv! Her would be too moochy afreet. Of Burymeleg and Bindme-rollingeyes and all the deed in the woe. She jist does hopes till byes will be byes. Come nebo me and suso sing the day we sallybright. How bootifull and how truetowife of her, when strengly fore-bidden, to steal our historic presents from the past postpropheti — cals so as to will make us all lordy heirs and ladymaidesses of a pretty nice kettle of fruit.

She is livving in our midst of debt and laffing through all plores for us her birth is uncontrollable , with a naperon for her mask and her sabboes kickin arias so sair! Did ye save any tin? And we all like a marriedann because she is mer-cenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation floote! To puff the blaziness on. Make strake for minnas! By order, Nicholas Proud. Behove this sound of Irish sense.

Here English might be seen. One sovereign punned to petery pence. The silence speaks the scene. It reminds you of the outwashed engravure that we used to be blurring on the blotchwall of his innkempt house. I am sure that tiring chabelshovel-ler with the mujikal chocolat box, Miry Mitchel, is listening I say, the remains of the outworn gravemure where used to be blurried the Ptollmens of the Incabus. He is only pre-tendant to be stugging at the jubalee harp from a second existed lishener, Fiery Farrelly. It is well known.

Lokk for himself and see the old butte new. By the mauso-lime wall. With a grand funferall. Fumfum fum — fum. They will be tuggling foriver. They will be lichening for allof. They will be pretumbling forover. The harpsdischord shall be theirs for ollaves. And here now they are, the fear of um.

A bulbenboss surmounted upon an alderman. A shoe on a puir old wobban. A penn no weightier nor a polepost. Men like to ants or emmets wondern upon a groot hwide Whallfisk which lay in a Runnel. Blubby wares upat Ub-lanium. Blurry works at Hurdlesford. At this time it fell out that a brazenlockt damsel grieved sobralasolas!

Bloody wars in Ballyaughacleeagh-bally. Two sons at an hour were born until a goodman and his hag. These sons called themselves Caddy and Primas. Primas was a santryman and drilled all decent people. Caddy went to Winehouse and wrote o peace a farce. Blotty words for Dublin. Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antedilu-vious and annadominant the copyist must have fled with his scroll. The billy flood rose or an elk charged him or the sultrup worldwright from the excelsissimost empyrean bolt, in sum earthspake or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du-ran.

The babbelers with their thangas vain have been confusium hold them! Menn have thawed, clerks have surssurhummed, the blond has sought of the brune: Elsekiss thou may, mean Kerry piggy?: Who ails tongue coddeau, aspace of dumbillsilly? And they fell upong one another: And still nowanights and by nights of yore do all bold floras of the field to their shyfaun lovers say only: Cull me ere I wilt to thee!: Pluck me whilst I blush!

Well may they wilt, marry, and profusedly blush, be troth! For that saying is as old as the howitts. Tim Timmycan timped hir, tampting Tam. In the name of Anem this carl on the kopje in pelted thongs a parth a lone who the joebiggar be he? Forshapen his pigmaid hoagshead, shroonk his plodsfoot. Me seemeth a dragon man. He is almonthst on the kiep fief by here, is Comestipple Sacksoun, be it junipery or febrew-ery, marracks or alebrill or the ramping riots of pouriose and froriose.

What a quhare soort of a mahan. It is evident the mich-indaddy. Lets we overstep his fire defences and these kraals of slitsucked marrogbones. He can prapsposterus the pil-lory way to Hirculos pillar. Come on, fool porterfull, hosiered women blown monk sewer? Scuse us, chorley guy! You spigotty an — glease? Let us swop hats and excheck a few strong verbs weak oach ea-ther yapyazzard abast the blooty creeks. Become a bitskin more wiseable, as if I were you.

I trumple from rath in mine mines when I rimimirim! Let me fore all your hasitancy cross your qualm with trink gilt. Here have sylvan coyne, a piece of oak. Ghinees hies good for you. How wooden I not know it, the intel-lible greytcloak of Cedric Silkyshag! Cead mealy faulty rices for one dabblin bar.

He was poached on in that eggtentical spot. Here where the liveries, Monomark. There where the mis-sers moony, Minnikin passe. Rooks roarum rex roome! Onheard of and um — scene! Mearmerge two races, swete and brack. Hither, craching eastuards, they are in surgence: Countlessness of livestories have netherfallen by this plage, flick as flowflakes, litters from aloft, like a waast wizzard all of whirlworlds.

Now are all tombed to the mound, isges to isges, erde from erde. Pride, O pride, thy prize! By the fearse wave behoughted. And thanacestross mound have swollup them all. This ourth of years is not save brickdust and being humus the same roturns. He who runes may rede it on all fours. Sell me sooth the fare for Humblin!

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But speak it allsosiftly, moulder! Be in your whisht! Stoop if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs please stoop , in this allaphbed! Can you rede since We and Thou had it out already its world? It is the same told of all. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons.

The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-inClouds walked the earth. In the ignorance that implies impression that knits knowledge that finds the nameform that whets the wits that convey contacts that sweeten sensation that drives desire that adheres to attachment that dogs death that bitches birth that en-tails the ensuance of existentiality. But with a rush out of his navel reaching the reredos of Ramasbatham. A terricolous vively-onview this; queer and it continues to be quaky.

A hatch, a celt, an earshare the pourquose of which was to cassay the earthcrust at all of hours, furrowards, bagawards, like yoxen at the turnpaht. Here say figurines billycoose arming and mounting. Mounting and arming bellicose figurines see here. Futhorc, this liffle effingee is for a firefing called a flintforfall. Face at the eased! Face at the waist! Upwap and dump em, ace to ace! When a part so ptee does duty for the holos we soon grow to use of an allforabit.

Right rank ragnar rocks and with these rox orangotangos rangled rough and rightgorong. What a mnice old mness it all mnakes! A middenhide hoard of objects! Olives, beets, kim-mells, dollies, alfrids, beatties, cormacks and daltons. See the snake wurrums everyside! Our durlbin is sworming in sneaks. They came to our island from triangular Toucheaterre beyond the wet prairie rared up in the midst of the cargon of prohibitive pomefructs but along landed Paddy Wip-pingham and the his garbagecans cotched the creeps of them pricker than our whosethere outofman could quick up her whats-thats.

Somedivide and sumthelot but the tally turns round the same balifuson. Axe on thwacks on thracks, axenwise. One by one place one be three dittoh and one before. Two nursus one make a plaus-ible free and idim behind. Starting off with a big boaboa and three — legged calvers and ivargraine jadesses with a message in their mouths. And a hundreadfilled unleavenweight of liberorumqueue to con an we can till allhorrors eve. What a meanderthalltale to unfurl and with what an end in view of squattor and anntisquattor and postproneauntisquattor!

To say too us to be every tim, nick and larry of us, sons of the sod, sons, littlesons, yea and lealittle-sons, when usses not to be, every sue, siss and sally of us, dugters of Nan! True there was in nillohs dieybos as yet no lumpend papeer in the waste, and mightmountain Penn still groaned for the micies to let flee.

All was of ancientry. You gave me a boot signs on it! I quizzed you a quid with for what? But the horn, the drinking, the day of dread are not now. A bone, a pebble, a ramskin; chip them, chap them, cut them up allways; leave them to terracook in the muttheringpot: For that the rapt one warns is what papyr is meed of, made of, hides and hints and misses in prints.

Till ye finally though not yet endlike meet with the acquaintance of Mister Typus, Mistress Tope and all the little typtopies. So you need hardly spell me how every word will be bound over to carry three score and ten toptypsical readings throughout the book of Doublends Jined may his forehead be darkened with mud who would sunder!

But look what you have in your handself! And the chicks picked their teeths and the domb-key he begay began. You can ask your ass if he believes it. And so cuddy me only wallops have heels. That one of a wife with folty barnets. For then was the age when hoops ran high. Of a noarch and a chopwife; of a pomme full grave and a fammy of levity; or of golden youths that wanted gelding; or of what the mischievmiss made a man do.

Malmarriedad he was reverso-gassed by the frisque of her frasques and her prytty pyrrhique. From that trippiery toe expectungpelick! Veil, volantine, valentine eyes. Flou inn, flow ann. But lay it easy, gentle mien, we are in rearing of a norewhig. Het wis if ee newt. I am doing it. Hark, the corne entreats! And the larpnotes prittle. It was of a night, late, lang time agone, in an auldstane eld, when Adam was delvin and his madameen spinning watersilts, when mulk mountynotty man was everybully and the first leal ribberrobber that ever had her ainway everybuddy to his love-saking eyes and everybilly lived alove with everybiddy else, and Jarl van Hoother had his burnt head high up in his lamphouse, laying cold hands on himself.

And his two little jiminies, cousins of ourn, Tristopher and Hilary, were kickaheeling their dummy on the oil cloth flure of his homerigh, castle and earthenhouse. And, be dermot, who come to the keep of his inn only the niece-of-his-inlaw, the prankquean. And the prankquean pulled a rosy one and made her wit foreninst the dour. And she lit up and fire-land was ablaze. And spoke she to the dour in her petty perusi — enne: Mark the Wans, why do I am alook alike a poss of porter — pease?

And that was how the skirtmisshes began. But the dour handworded her grace in dootch nossow: And Jarl van Hoother war — lessed after her with soft dovesgall: Stop deef stop come back to my earin stop. But she swaradid to him: And there was a brannewail that same sabboath night of falling angles somewhere in Erio. And where did she come but to the bar of his bristolry. And Jarl von Hoother had his baretholobruised heels drowned in his cellarmalt, shaking warm hands with himself and the jimminy Hilary and the dummy in their first infancy were below on the tearsheet, wringing and coughing, like brodar and histher.

And the prank-quean nipped a paly one and lit up again and redcocks flew flack — ering from the hillcombs. And she made her witter before the wicked, saying: Mark the Twy, why do I am alook alike two poss of porterpease? And Jarl von Hoother bleethered atter her with a loud finegale: Stop domb stop come back with my earring stop. But the prankquean swaradid: And there was a wild old grannewwail that laurency night of starshootings somewhere in Erio.

And why would she halt at all if not by the ward of his mansionhome of another nice lace for the third charm? And Jarl von Hoother had his hurricane hips up to his pantry-box, ruminating in his holdfour stomachs Dare! And the prankquean picked a blank and lit out and the valleys lay twinkling. And she made her wittest in front of the arkway of trihump, asking: Mark the Tris, why do I am alook alike three poss of porter pease? But that was how the skirtmishes endupped. And he clopped his rude hand to his eacy hitch and he ordurd and his thick spch spck for her to shut up shop, dappy.

And the duppy shot the shutter clup Per-kodhuskurunbarggruauyagokgorlayorgromgremmitghundhurth — rumathunaradidillifaititillibumullunukkunun! And they all drank free. For one man in his armour was a fat match always for any girls under shurts. And that was the first peace of illiterative porthery in all the flamend floody flatuous world. How kirssy the tiler made a sweet unclose to the Narwhealian captol. Saw fore shalt thou sea. Betoun ye and be.

The prankquean was to hold her dummyship and the jimminies was to keep the peacewave and van Hoother was to git the wind up. Thus the hearsomeness of the burger felicitates the whole of the polis. Ex nickylow malo comes mickelmassed bonum. Hill, rill, ones in company, billeted, less be proud of. Breast high and bestride! Only for that these will not breathe upon Norronesen or Irenean the secrest of their soorcelossness.

Quarry silex, Homfrie Noanswa! Undy gentian festyknees, Livia No — answa? Wolkencap is on him, frowned; audiurient, he would evesdrip, were it mous at hand, were it dinn of bottles in the far ear. Murk, his vales are darkling. With lipth she lithpeth to him all to time of thuch on thuch and thow on thow. She he she ho she ha to la. Hairfluke, if he could bad twig her! The soundwaves are his buffeteers; they trompe him with their trompes; the wave of roary and the wave of hooshed and the wave of hawhawhawrd and the wave of neverheedthemhorseluggarsandlisteltomine.

And would again could whispring grassies wake him and may again when the fiery bird disembers. And will again if so be sooth by elder to his youngers shall be said. Have you whines for my wedding, did you bring bride and bedding, will you whoop for my deading is a? Now be aisy, good Mr Finnimore, sir.

To part from Devlin is hard as Nugent knew, to leave the clean tanglesome one lushier than its neighbour enfranchisable fields but let your ghost have no grievance. Not shabbty little imagettes, pennydirts and dodgemyeyes you buy in the soottee stores. But offerings of the field. Mieliodories, that Doctor Faherty, the madison man, taught to gooden you.

And honey is the holiest thing ever was, hive, comb and earwax, the food for glory, mind you keep the pot or your nectar cup may yield too light! And admiring to our supershillelagh where the palmsweat on high is the mark of your manument. All the toethpicks ever Eirenesians chewed on are chips chepped from that battery block.

If you were bowed and soild and letdown itself from the oner of the load it was that paddyplanters might pack up plenty and when you were undone in every point fore the laps of goddesses you showed our labourlasses how to free was easy. The game old Gunne, they do be saying, skull! Begog but he was, the G. There was never a warlord in Great Erinnes and Brettland, no, nor in all Pike County like you, they say.

No, nor a king nor an ardking, bung king, sung king or hung king. Who but a Maccullaghmore the reise of our fortunes and the faunayman at the funeral to compass our cause? If you was hogglebully itself and most frifty like you was taken waters still what all where was your like to lay the cable or who was the batter could better Your Grace? Mick Mac Magnus MacCawley can take you off to the pure perfection and Leatherbags Reynolds tries your shuffle and cut.

But as Hopkins and Hopkins puts it, you were the pale eggynaggy and a kis to tilly up. We calls him the journeyall Buggaloffs since he went Jerusalemfaring in Arssia Manor. Hep, hep, hurrah there! Seven times thereto we salute you! The whole bag of kits, falconplumes and jackboots incloted, is where you flung them that time. Your heart is in the system of the Shewolf and your crested head is in the tropic of Copricapron. Your feet are in the cloister of Virgo. Your olala is in the region of sahuls. And that there texas is tow linen. The loamsome roam to Laffayette is ended.

Drop in your tracks, babe! The headboddylwatcher of the chempel of Isid, Totumcalmum, saith: I know thee, metherjar, I know thee, salvation boat. Howe of the shipmen, steep wall! Coughings all over the sanctuary, bad scrant to me aunt Florenza. As popular as when Belly the First was keng and his members met in the Diet of Man. The same shop slop in the window. Meat took a drop when Reilly—Parsons failed. The lads is attending school nessans regular, sir, spelling beesknees with hathatansy and turning out tables by mudapplication. But Essie Shanahan has let down her skirts.

They called her Holly Merry her lips were so ruddyberry and Pia de Purebelle when the redminers riots was on about her. With the tabarine tamtammers of the whirligigmagees. Beats that cachucha flat. Hold him here, Ezekiel Irons, and may God strengthen you! You swamped enough since Portobello to float the Pomeroy. Fetch neahere, Pat Koy! And fetch nouyou, Pam Yates! Be nayther angst of Wramawitch! Where misties swaddlum, where misches lodge none, where mystries pour kind on, O sleepy! Assure a sure there! And we put on your clock again, sir, for you.

Nor shed your remnants. I seen your missus in the hall. You storyan Harry chap longa me Harry chap storyan grass woman plelthy good trout. Or while waiting for winter to fire the enchantement, decoying more nesters to fall down the flue. If you only were there to explain the meaning, best of men, and talk to her nice of guldenselver. The lips would moisten once again. As when you drove with her to Findrinny Fair. To see is it smarts, full lengths or swaggers. News, news, all the news. Death, a leopard, kills fellah in Fez.

Angry scenes at Stormount. Stilla Star with her lucky in goingaways.

Opportunity fair with the China floods and we hear these rosy rumours. Ding Tams he noise about all same Harry chap. Till track laws time. No silver ash or switches for that one! While flattering candles flare. Worther waist in the noblest, says Adams and Sons, the wouldpay actionneers. And wivvy and wavy. Shop Illicit, flourishing like a lordmajor or a buaboabaybohm, litting flop a deadlop aloose!

Though Eset fibble it to the zephiroth and Artsa zoom it round her heavens for ever. Creator he has created for his creatured ones a creation. And all the pinkprophets cohalething? We are told how in the beginning it came to pass that like cabbaging Cincinnatus the grand old gardener was saving daylight under his redwoodtree one sultry sabbath afternoon, Hag Chivychas Eve, in prefall paradise peace by following his plough for rootles in the rere garden of mobhouse, ye olde marine hotel, when royalty was announced by runner to have been pleased to have halted itself on the highroad along which a leisureloving dogfox had cast followed, also at walking pace, by a lady pack of cocker spaniels.

On his majesty, who was, or often feigned to be, noticeably longsighted from green youth and had been meaning to inquire what, in effect, had caused yon causeway to be thus potholed, asking substitutionally to be put wise as to whether paternoster and silver doctors were not now more fancied bait for lobstertrapping honest blunt Haromphreyld answered in no uncertain tones very similarly with a fear — less forehead: Naw, yer maggers, aw war jist a cotchin on thon bluggy earwuggers. Our sailor king, who was draining a gugglet of obvious adamale, gift both and gorban, upon this, ceasing to swallow, smiled most heartily beneath his walrus moustaches and indulging that none too genial humour which William the Conk on the spindle side had inherited with the hereditary whitelock and some shortfingeredness from his greataunt Sophy, turned towards two of his retinue of gallowglasses, Michael, etheling lord of Leix and Offaly and the jubilee mayor of Drogheda, Elcock, the two scatterguns being Michael M.

Manning, protosyndic of Waterford and an Italian excellency named Giubilei according to a later version cited by the learned scholarch Canavan of Canmakenoise , in either case a triptychal religious family symbolising puritas of doctrina, business per usuals and the purchypatch of hamlock where the paddish preties grow and remarked dilsydulsily: Holybones of Saint Hubert how our red brother of Pour — ingrainia would audibly fume did he know that we have for sur — trusty bailiwick a turnpiker who is by turns a pikebailer no sel — domer than an earwigger For he kinned Jom Pill with his court so gray and his haunts in his house in the mourning.

One still hears that pebble crusted laughta, japijap cheerycherrily, among the roadside tree the lady Holmpatrick planted and still one feels the amossive silence of the cladstone allegibelling: Ive mies outs ide Bourn. Comes the question are these the facts of his nominigentilisation as recorded and accolated in both or either of the collateral andrewpaulmurphyc narratives. Are those their fata which we read in sibylline between the fas and its nefas?

No dung on the road? And shall Nohomiah be our place like? Yea, Mulachy our kingable khan? We shall perhaps not so soon see. Pinck poncks that bail for seeks alicence where cumsceptres with scentaurs stay.

Bear in mind, son of Hokmah, if so be you have me — theg in your midness, this man is mountain and unto changeth doth one ascend. Heave we aside the fallacy, as punical as finikin, that it was not the king kingself but his inseparable sisters, uncontrollable nighttalkers, Skertsiraizde with Donyahzade, who afterwards, when the robberers shot up the socialights, came down into the world as amusers and were staged by Madame Sudlow as Rosa and Lily Miskinguette in the pantalime that two pitts paythronosed, Miliodorus and Galathee.

The great fact emerges that after that historic date all holographs so far exhumed initialled by Haromphrey bear the sigla H. An imposing everybody he always indeed looked, constantly the same as and equal to himself and magnificently well worthy of any and all such universalisation, every time he continually surveyed, amid vociferatings from in front of Accept these few nutties! The piece was this: The cast was thus: Pit, prommer and parterre, standing room only. A baser meaning has been read into these characters the literal sense of which decency can safely scarcely hint.

It has been blurtingly bruited by certain wisecrackers the stinks of Mohorat are in the nightplots of the morning , that he suffered from a vile disease. To such a suggestion the one selfrespecting answer is to affirm that there are certain statements which ought not to be, and one should like to hope to be able to add, ought not to be allowed to be made.

Faun and Flora on the lea love that little old joq. To anyone who knew and loved the christlikeness of the big cleanminded giant H. Earwicker throughout his excellency long vicefreegal existence the mere suggestion of him as a lustsleuth nosing for trou — ble in a boobytrap rings particularly preposterous. Truth, beard on prophet, compels one to add that there is said to have been quondam pfuit! Wives, rush to the restyours!

Ofman will toman while led is the lol. Fikup, for flesh nelly, el mundo nov, zole flen! And malers abushed, keep black, keep black! Guiltless of much laid to him he was clearly for once at least he clearly expressed himself as being with still a trace of his erstwhile burr sod hence it has been received of us that it is true. They tell the story an amalgam as absorbing as calzium chloereydes and hydrophobe sponges could make it how one happygogusty Ides-of-April morning the anniversary, as it fell out, of his first assumption of his mirthday suit and rights in appurtenance to the confusioning of human races ages and ages after the alleged misdemeanour when the tried friend of all creation, tigerwood roadstaff to his stay, was billowing across the wide expanse of our greatest park in his caoutchouc kepi and great belt and hideinsacks and his blaufunx fustian and ironsides jackboots and Bhagafat gaiters and his rubberised inverness, he met a cad with a pipe.

The latter, the luciferant not the oriuolate who, the odds are, is still berting dagabout in the same straw bamer, carryin his overgoat under his schulder, sheepside out, so as to look more like a coumfry gentleman and signing the pledge as gaily as you please hardily accosted him with: Guinness thaw tool in jew me dinner ouzel fin? Hesitency was clearly to be evitated. Execration as cleverly to be honnisoid.

The Earwicker of that spurring instant, realising on fundamental liberal principles the supreme importance, nexally and noxally, of physical life the nearest help relay being pingping K. Earwicker, prize on schillings, postlots free , the flaxen Gygas tapped his chronometrum drumdrum and, now standing full erect, above the ambijacent floodplain, scene of its happening, with one Berlin gauntlet chopstuck in the hough of his ellboge by ancientest signlore his gesture meaning: Me only, them five ones, he is equal combat.

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Wall of Support

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Them two bitches ought to be leashed, canem! Each produced considerably more progress than the previous, and for the most part each having less overall influence of religion on society and increased religious tolerance and diversity. The scientific revolution was a long process, but not that long. Most would place its beginnings at the 16th century. However we cut the cake, religion and especially Abrahamic religions had very little to do with empirical science.

They mostly suppressed it, as knowledge is dangerous to faith and new knowledge is dangerous to an existing societal order. Instead of relying on formal models they developed a method and then applied it exhaustively in an empirical fashion. Quite like scientists may choose to do today at times. On the contrary, trying to learn more I find this:. More recent historians have questioned political and cultural explanations and have focused more on economic causes. Their faith makes them believe there is an association; testing it would be stabbing somebody at midnight does the stabbing really cause the sunrise?

And the Aztecs were not conducting expereiments. They were following their religion. When the Spanish came, the Conquistadors were met by Aztecs weilding automatic weaponry. The Aztecs went on to conquer the world and a couple thousand other parallels before being stopped. They had a facade religion, and even a serpent god that they built themselves. However, granting its factual status which I am in no position to refute , it does not lead in my mind to the conclusion that science owes a debt to Christianity in general, but rather to some specific Christians who were open to reason and empirical evidence.

To this day there are professed Christians who are quite hostile to science yourself not among them , so it is hard for me to accept that science gained a critical mass of acceptance at a time and place where Christianity dominated due to the innate benificience of Christianity rather than as an historical accident. A theory and the facts that it contains by its predictions are circular if it is complete.

Going full circle back to the argument that which makes observational science work is that it … is observed to work. So maybe anthropic principles tell us the correct physics because they too work by observations, avoiding the formal dilemma. Science insetad is getting up in the morning and shaking that stack. Why do you think Einstein wondered about people in elevators, on trains, and in spaceships? Why wonder about that? Faith would say you see the same thing.

Science asks and tests. Science is not faith. It might be based on the shared assumption that things exist, but at that point it ceases worrying. Paralyzation through endless navel-gazing is not going to get you that grant or cure polio. How is it not a test?

The observed result agrees with the prediction. Now, you may say they are obligated to try all sorts of actions to see what the result is in each case, but why should they bother to as long as their model accurately predicts what will happen? Next time you attend wherever, ask if you can perform some experiments like drinking the font of whatever, or reversing the ceremony.

See what it gets you. Not that my absent metaphysics care, but I would sleep better at night…. I find your comment that a Christian worldview, particularly that of medieval Europe, made modern science possible and is essential for it to continue rather perplexing. Modern science is the collection and incorporation of all scientific discovery since humans first made observations. It is built on past discoveries and moves forward regardless of any particular religious worldview. You mentioned scientific revolutions in areas outside of medieval Europe.

Take, for example, rocketry. This field would not have been possible without the scientific work undertaken by non-Christian China and their discovery and development of gunpowder. You claim that scientific revolutions petered out in the dark ages middle east, China and ancient Greece, but did not in medieval Europe. Actually, scientific discovery never really flourished in Europe until the Renaissance, when a totalitarian control over knowledge by the Christian church gave way to free inquiry and acceptance that the individual actually mattered. Mediveal Christians destroyed a hell of a lot of knowledge that did not fit with their worldview or threatened their control.

Your claim regarding ancient Greece and their view that experimentation is work and work is only fit for slaves is false, in some degree. Experimentation led to the observation that the Earth is, in fact, round. Further, the view that nature was chaotic likely was a result of a young grasp of scientific knowledge about the world, one that we have now, though still limited. As for China, the squashing of novel experiment [which did not directly benefit those in power] may have arisen from a dogmatic reverence for the classics.

A similar phenomenon can be seen in the Bible literalists of today: Also, that bursts of scientific discovery occur and will continue the world over, until they are stopped and suppressed by dogma and totalitarianism. And yes, we do constantly test Einstein, and refine the measurements for the actual effect to check his calculations. This only works if you are using a deductive argument and not an inductive one. A deductive argument starts from initial premises and using formal rules draws conclusions based on those premises.

If science was based on that sort of system than using the conclusions to prove the premises would indeed be circular. But science does not use deductive logic, it does not use proofs and it does not use premises. Evidence can never prove a given conclusion or disprove it if you are willing to get really picky , it can only increase or decrease its likelihood of being correct. In this case using something assumed initially as evidence to support that assumption is valid in some cases. For instance, to use your example if our five senses were not sufficient to learn about the universe then there would be situations which are five senses are not sufficient.

We have numerous such examples, for instance seeing outside of the visible spectrum, so we developed mechanisms to expand our senses. To give a more concrete example, evidence indicated communicable diseases were real but were being causes by something invisible to our senses. Expansions of our senses microscopes initially allowed us to observe these organisms directly. We have been very successful at determining when our existing sensing capabilities are too limited to answer certain questions and have then gone about expanding our sensing capabilities.

Space telescopes like Hubble are a great example. If there were things that were fundamentally inaccessible to our senses no matter how were to expand them then we should be able to detect that by means of evidence we cannot collect. And we do that all the time. We know that we cannot directly observed particular events prior to a certain point for instance we cannot directly observe the extinction of the dinosaurs. We know that we cannot simultaneously measure the velocity and position of a particle past a certain resolution for both.

We know we cannot directly observe the behavior of animals for which no DNA is left. We know we cannot observe events that have not happened yet. So the problem you describe is not at all a concern for inductive logic since it does not rely on premises, only evidence, and it does not rely on proofs, only probabilities.

According to the terms of the treaty, the United States acquired Florida and, in exchange, renounced all claims to Texas. Andrew Jackson formally took control of Florida from Spanish authorities on July 17, at Pensacola. Speaking scientifically, that would mean finding the T. I thought observations, facts, whatever you want to call them stand by themselves.

They are not provable from the theory as far as I know. I want to second Jolly Blogger and Dr. You have one too many assumptions, Phil. Imagine we lived in a universe in which the law of gravity had a random element. If I built a catapult to carefully launch an object with the same force every time, the height and distance it would travel would vary every time in an unpredictable fashion. In this example, I am obviously glossing over the fact that life would be likely to arise or exist long in such a universe…. The only assumption of science is that the observations I make have a direct albeit imperfect relationship to reality.

Obviously, a very early and obvious conclusion of science in the universe we actually live in is that it IS a universe of rules. Funny you always come up with absurd extremes, but really never argue a point. To be fair he is arguing the main point of this thread: Classifying dinosaur bones makes many assumptions.

Finding the T rex bone or, rather, the fact that the T rex bone exists provides evidence for natural selection specifically because it fits with the predictions made by natural selection. Hence the circularity I think that is what he meant. Perhaps the same place as: Anyway, take a look at http: Of course if one professor says it then it obviously must be true, right? No professor has ever been wrong before, right? No need to actually deal with the arguments or evidence put forth in these comments and countless others, just citing one professor is enough.

You are using the standard equivocation fallacy. We are talking about faith in a specific sense, that is accepting something without or directly contrary to the evidence. In fact Phil specifically states this right up front:. Yet you ignore this, ignore the definition used by everyone else here. Instead you pick a definition that, in the manner you are using it, everything must be faith. That being said, I am sure you have met individual scientists or groups of scientists that seem to latch onto particular paradigms pretty damn hard.

You almost have to wait for the old guard to die off before the new models can start making progress. Not only that, I would argue that ANY system of human thought, whether it be science, religion, mathematics, etc. Through science, we observe a phenomenon, make a guess as to how that works, make a prediction based on the evidence, then test our prediction against more evidence. The observation, identification, description, experimental investigation, and theoretical explanation of phenomena. Such activities restricted to a class of natural phenomena. Such activities applied to an object of inquiry or study.

You seem to really like asking questions that have already been answered, especially questions that are answered in the sentence after the one you quote. And who gave you the right to pick which dictionary we are using?

How about the American Heritage Dictionary:. Confident belief in the truth, value, or trustworthiness of a person, idea, or thing. Belief that does not rest on logical proof or material evidence. See Synonyms at belief, trust. Loyalty to a person or thing; allegiance: The body of dogma of a religion: A set of principles or beliefs. Language is created by man and is used under the assumption that when it is communicated to another person they are properly relayed the information that was intended to be conveyed. To say we know exactly what they are saying is to have faith that we can comprehend language.

So, while I see him making some argument about the role of human perception in science… he could just as well be telling us a delicious recipe for cookies… and we are just biased and driven to believe otherwise. Which is… an axiom. It is not an axiom in the conventional sense because it is backed up by evidence. There are no known instances where the universe does not obey rules, no matter how closely or how broadly we look at the universe. An axiom has no evidence behind it, it is a basic rule on which a system is built.

That the universe follows rules is a basic rule on which science is built, but it is also backed up by evidence. I think he got it exactly right the first time. The BA really nailed it on this one. Maybe God set up the photons from stars to make it look like the universe is billions of years old when in fact it was created only a few millennia ago.

The point is that we only make progress if we assume that the universe is rational. We will never be able to disprove the existence of miracles or magic, but we do know that belief in supernatural causes is of no help when trying to make a toaster, or in making predictions about quantum tunneling in nuclei. What I see in many thumpers is that they have zero tolerance for the unknown.

At that point, the conversation is over. Any further discussion is disrespecting their religious beliefs. And has the same value as a religion!!!! Never trust a French philosopher. And Marxism is fashionable 19th century humbug. Never trust a German philosopher. There is randomness in the Universe, of course: But that randomness still follows rules. As far as solipsism goes, feh. If you cannot study it, and it has no evidence or effect, then how is that any different than it not existing?

Local effects can be counted for in observations like light aberration, parallax, the fact that we live in a spiral galaxy, and so on. We need only have that as a hypothesis. If the universe did not follow any rules that hypothesis could be flushed down the drain. It is not faith, it is tests that have shown this to be so. Many wild ideas have been tested and failed, and abandoned.

Others have passes the tests repeatably. Evolution, math, physics have many theories that have passes every test thrown at them. If anyone doubts the tests, they only need to test it themselves. The basic theories have been doubted, and retested. That is the ONLY reason that these theories are held in such high regard.

It seems odd that the people who will doubt so much proof, refuse to doubt their own faith. Doubt is the basis of advancement in science, other world views only pay it lip service. I was going to bring it up but I have been severely chastised for equating science to a formal system even though I believe there are close similarities.

Of course, Godel said that given any formal system there are true statements that are unprovable from within the system. It supports my position but I am forbidden from using it. It might be real. It might be unreal. If I can devise a test to tell, I test this and mark it done. Just to operate according to a set of rules.

I always find spelling and grammar errors after hitting submit! My five senses … are sufficient to find out all the data I need about the universe. My brain and senses can easily be tricked. So tests are designed to determine when that is occurring. In fact, there is a whole branch of science that deals with that. We devise a test to see if we can may B happen without A. We devise a test to see if A always precedes B.

But how is that an assumption. If we have error bars needed to include all the data, then we know we need to do more research. Even the speed of light is constantly retested to refine the accuracy. Wholeheartedly and without reservation. None of any assumption is required to be believed with out proof. Now on the initial assumption, we work with it as a basis, but we are testing that assumption all the time. Any time we find something that invalidates that assumption, we will work to find out why and refine our base precept.

That would be absurd. Except the Aztec Priest would never test that assertion to see if it is true. Possibly as an undergrad. They better not in real research! But again, that is not an assumption. Or were you just trying to be silly. I never can tell with sophists. Very late to add to this thread, but Ed Minchau, you must have missed T. Definition 2 is acceptable to me. I forget where you stand. If so then it seems to contradict the initial post which talked about an assumption — which is nothing but a proposition taken on faith as defined in definition 2.

Care to post some referers, Phil? I guess this just proves Arthur Clark had a point. In this case we have a classic example of technology too advanced to be seen as anything other than magic, to most folk,,,I guess this also applies to the Scientifc Method. That is the time the Catholic Church and its Popes became over-bloated with jewels.

The whole point is that there is evidence that the universe follows rules. Therefor it does not follow that definition, which requires that there not be evidence. I did want to go back to something BlackCat posted which was that science is percent inductive. I think there are two phases to science: Newton went out and collected data and tried to come up with a theory that accounted for it.

That part of the process is indeed inductive. It involves a collection of observations, anything from the apple falling on his head probably an apocryphal story , observations of the moon, sun, and planets. So he uses it to come up with the equation: The next part is model usage which is not inductive, but rather deductive. You use the model to make predictions. For example, where will Mars be in the sky on January 1st, ?

Well, you can plug in a few parameters like the semi-major axis, eccentricity, position on some previous date, etc. Now to be sure, phase 1 and phase 2 are locked in a loop. Observations are compared with predictions from phase 2 and any discrepancies can be used to tune the model developed in phase 1. But to say that science has no deductive logic to it at all is just not true.

And as such, it should adhere to the same restrictions as any logical formal system insofar as its deductions are concerned. That would be a logical contradiction of the deductive system. So having the deductive part of things causes certain restrictions in the valid predictions. You folks are getting mighty slippery to pin down. In short, assuming regularity in the universe is bad philosophy but necessary of science.

This, to me, is the pivotal difference between science and religious faith not science and faith-without-the-religion. Science is pragmatic and draconian and wonderful and rational this way. Religion is the very opposite. Once again, you take a quote out of context and completely ignore the rest of the post which directly deals with what you said.

Phil does say this, but then goes on to say this just two paragraphs later:. I laughed out loud. You may do so at your whim. However, it will be thoroughly trounced as irrelevant to the current discussion. The universe, unlike logic and mathematics, is not an abstract invention of man designed to model aspects of the universe. It IS the universe. The universe does not attempt to describe itself using man made rules of logic and mathematics! Short of replicating the entirety of all existence, Science by definition will always be incomplete. The initial observation is a sensory perception.

The prediction is a foretelling of a future sensory perception. You compare the predicted sensory perception versus the actual sensory perception. Everything is based on sensory data. You are still assuming my assumption 3 which is that your senses are adequate and giving you good data. If the prediction says that such and such object will be straight ahead, but there is something screwed up with your vision so that an object at an angle of 15 degrees appears to be straight ahead, then your observation will agree perfectly with the prediction, even though the real object is off by 15 degrees.

Your theory will be verified even though it is false. The deductive part of science is indeed a system of logic. The proof for this is that it is forbidden to make predictions that are logical contradictions. A prediction may NOT be like one the following:.

Bad Astronomy

The earth rotates counterclockwise as seen from Polaris and it also rotates clockwise as seen from Polaris. The average density of the earth is 5. I never claimed that science was a religion or equivalent to religion. I never claimed that faith and Faith were the same anyway. So the reliability of many dating systems are based on more faith than facts. Try reading the dada and surrealist manifestoes. We can prove things with our mysteries—religion cannot say the same. It is not an assumption. If our senses were giving us bad data then information based on this data would be wrong and so any predictions based off of it would be false.

Even if our senses were somehow wrong that does not explain why we can move single atoms around with scanning tunneling microscopes. The only way all the predictions could be right yet our senses be giving us completely wrong information is for the universe to be specifically set up to give the same results as if our senses were correct.

We are getting back into Matrix territory with that. That is why you compare your results to those of other people. If their vision is messed up in the same way then we would know because people would be unable to agree on the location of the object. If they move these intersection points will move as well instead of staying stationary at the target. If we add a sound source to the object our hearing must also be off in the same manner. If the object hits us in the head it will hit us on the side of the head not on the front. If we add a radio beacon to the object the tracking device would tell us it is 15 degrees off to the side.

If the object is metal and we aim a directional microwave transmitter at it the directional transmitter would only cause a reflection if it was straight ahead. There are numerous inconsistencies that would be evident if our visual perception was off by 15 degrees to the right. What would have to be the case is that our wrong perception fluctuates in such a way that when a group of people are looking at an object their perceived directions all intersect at a single point. These perceptions would have to change so that no matter how they move they all remain intersecting at the same, wrong point.

It would have to be that our movements and other senses are also off by the same amount and also that we somehow miss obvious, constant medical problems due to always walking funny. It would require that all our instruments are off in the same way, and that the amount and direction they are off is perfectly tuned to the constantly changing discrepancy of the one using it.

If multiple people are using it they must somehow get different readings from the same device. The list of absurdities goes on and on. At a certain point you have to say that we have tested it enough, the evidence supports the conclusion that what we perceive as straight ahead is most likely fairly close to what is really straight ahead. Yeah, and I think the server is on fire, too. Whatever the method of understanding this world is, they are all based on some form of faith. If I have to choose which method to use to understand this world, I would choose scientific method.

Religion, however, is as dead as astrology or alchemy. Now the creationists start coming out. First, evolution does not require dating methods period. It can be directly observed in the lab. Second, data systems are not trusted to be just as valid. This has been confirmed by comparing dating systems based on totally unrelated principles like ice cores, carbon, and tree rings.

Some dating methods, particularly those that look very far in the past, have built-in checks. If there was a problem with the dating method then the data would not be self-consistent. Other methods, if there were a problem, would require fundamental changes in the nature of the universe which would be easily detectable. Further, if there were discrepancies then the our extremely sensitive analysis of the principles underlying these events like radioactive decay would have detected changes over time.

So in order for these techniques to be wrong then both very closely related and very distantly related techniques must all be changing in completely different manners that still somehow always give the same wrong dates and those changes must not have affected very similar physical processes and these changes must have stopped just before we developed the technology needed to detect the changes. Forgive me if I consider that just a tad improbable. You then go into a fair amount of detail of the scientific method but offer no reason why this denies faith.

This Red Herring argument only prove there is, currently, an established method for doing scientific research. The concept of science suffers from Argumentum ad Verecundiam; science itself cannot be an authority only those working within science. I understand this may sound like splinting hairs but an argument which states science is not faith based cannot, therefore, say science is faith based because science says so. Again, the universe obeys rules and the scientific community placed their faith in the scientific method to understand those laws, but this offers no tangible evidence for your argument.

Science does stem directly from religion, but hardly an evolution of it. Until the 19th century learned individuals used science to understand the world better, and thus God. The law of gravity is itself the law of gravity untampered, unmovable by sentient life. One, working within those rules; two, as being the source of those rules capable of negating them entirely. This website is a bunch of scientists who have a faith. So what is wrong with saying God set in place all of these laws that make up the Universe and then gave us the knowledge and ability to unravel his creation and figure out why things work the way they do?

Sure some people might disagree, but I think in this way, faith and science can be related to each other. Science is based on faith. Science, as you stated, is based on the assumption that the universe obeys certain laws. That is a very vague way of saying that the universe has some kind of uniformity about it. That is, when you throw a ball up in the air, it comes back down. When you stub your toe, it hurrts. Science would be impossible if there were no unifimity. Philosophers call it the uniformity of nature and skeptic and philosophical great, David Hume, noted that this uniformity what Hume called induction has no rational warrant.

Hume was well aware that we all assume that nature is uniform. That is, based on our past experiences we make inferences to the unknown future. If I stub my toe, it hurts and I try not to stub my toe again. But Hume also noted that we have no rational basis for making such an inference. The reason for this is because to say that tomorrow will be like today because the past was like today is to beg the question.

When you beg the question viciously you argue in a circle and the conclusion assumes the premise in question. It is an error in reasoning.

Well, hence it is with the uniformity of nature also called the problem of induction. This may sound silly to the average reader because of ignorance of the true problem , but philosophers have struggled with providing a rational justification for induction for centuries and it is a huge problem in philosophical circles. The point here is that, contrary to your claims, while science may be evidentiary in nature, the basis of all of science is in fact faith based. You have no rational warrant to assume that tomorrow when you stub your toe that it will not be the greatest feeling ever!

You may respond and say that the probabibilty is high that tomorrow will be like today but a quick reflection reveals that this is just as question begging. When you use probability, you are assuming the past event to make an inference into the future, i. Yeppers, you have faith. We all have faith, some are just honest enough to admit it. They are rank ideologues, as bad as any fanatic. Scientists are constantly having to change their definition of the rules. Which is fine, except many people blindly accept whatever rules they were taught as the pardon the pun gospel truth. Hence, we have the Anthrogenic Global Warming believers who take theories adn see whatever they want in the tea leaves of the weather.

The universe is a lot stranger and harder to pin down than we thought. We are finding this out as we go along. So called science believers have a tendency to undermine their own arguments by behaving like religious followers. Because in my 50 years on this earth I have seen scientists change their stories a lot. There is no real conflict between religion and science.

To many engineers and scientists I know, science studies the universe around us. To say that a scientist is held back by faith is not correct. Faith usually makes a better person and that can play an important role in the quality of a persons life and work. For many, its a motivating factor -to understand the universe God built. One thing that this blog and all of the comments show is that there are lots of extremists in the faith and scientific camps.

The problem is that the AiG crowd also has to make the assumption that the universe follows rules. They have to assume the universe follows rules. They just make the additional assumption that there is a being that is not bound by those rules, and then add a whole heap of other assumptions as well. But in the end they must make the same assumption consciously or unconsciously that science makes in order to even begin to function in the world. You should read more. Living and breathing requires presuppositions. Try starting with Descartes. Your attempt to distill hundreds of years of thought into a blog post is admirable.

Unfortunately, you are as smart as the people you ridicule. To quote Philip K. Dick who was a complete nut: Science does involve an element of faith. The faith involved is the faith in your senses. You believe that they do not lie, be they your sight, hearing, or your electron microscope space telescope may be more appropriate here: You believe that the data they relay to your consciousness is reliable. You believe you are not living in a perfect reality simulation ala the Matrix. There is no way to prove or disprove this, and thus we take as an article of faith that what we observe IS in fact reality.

Now, given that first assumption everything Phil said follows. If your senses are truthful then you can do math and get everything from your basic machines to LCD TVs to space probes. If we assume that reality is real, then no other leaps of faith are necessary given time to observe and apply logic. However, we still must take on faith that reality is real because there is no way to prove or disprove this postulate. The point here is that we assume we exist. We take this as an article of faith and build upon it. Given that assumption, all else falls into place.

However, there is also a sense in which much of what a scientist believes may have been taken on faith. But how do we learn those rules? We could, in principle, perform the experiments by which other scientists have inferred them. But we do not. We accept the results as reported and we often accept the interpretation put on them by those other scientists. In other words, when we apply rules that were inferred by others, we are doing so without having independently confirmed them ourselves.

This strikes me as an acceptance of the validity of the rule based on a faith that the scientists reporting the rule have behaved responsibly. This does not strike me as being all that different from the way one acquires beliefs in a religion-based context. You accept what you are told by someone who you believe.

The real issue for a thinking person is how one decides which authorities are to be believed and which are less credible. For me, those who have been pursuing the methodologies of science are the ones who deserve the most credibility; but we must remain wary of those who would cloak themselves with the appearance of science while trying to delude us. Someone above stated that induction was an assumption of science — it is not.

Induction has since long been replaced by the method of hypothesis and deduction as well as falsifiability. As the blog post mentions, David Hume discussed causality and that we cannot directly experience it, thus we cannot rely on induction to generalize observations to principles or rules. Solipsism is simply rejected by many. See Wikipedia for an in-depth discussion of solipsism.

Contrary to religion that just gathers inconsistencies, science appears to evolve through paradigm shifts that occur when previous theories have turned out to be burdened by too much non-supporting evidence and a new set of theories take their place. In the end, we cannot know for sure whether God does, or does not exist. Logically, agnosticism is where you end up. Religion should be a personal matter, you cannot generalize based on it. This argument is very weak.

That is, the method of making predictions and allowing science to be revised when those predictions fail to materialize is the lone path to truth. Unfortunately, positivism has been dismissed by virtually all Philosophers of Science since then. There are a number of issues with it. For example, a philosopher named Lakatos observed that there really is no objective reality we can confirm outside our perceptions of it: Thomas Kuhn further observed that the revision of scientific theory has more to do with the culture and posturing of scientists of the moment than it does with anything else.

I am not scholarly enough to enumerate all of the reasons why Positivism is considered debunked, but if you are interested any good book or course on the Philosophy of science with excerpts from those Philosophers mentioned should provide a great overview on modern thinking. By the way — I have many friends which are scientists. Most have not studied the Philosophy of Science…many fall into the trap of the author and subscribe to some sort of simplified Positivism. I myself believe in science, it is a faith-system that has served me too well to abandon.

Most astronomy and biology is done with electronics these days. She will still be able to collect and interpret the data. Nobody can see into the infra-red and ultra-violet. Nobody has directly seen or felt! How do you do science without [mathematical, logical] axioms? Is the speed of light fixed ensuring relativity is consistent or not? If yes, please share. If no, do you believe it did? Evidence is a testimony about natural phenomena; faith is belief in the validity of a testimony.

The author of this work presupposes that evidence must have validity in order to attack the cited passage—but evidence need not be valid. In the realm of science, Physicists often disagree on how to assign validity to the evidence of observed natural phenomena. Consider contemporary disagreements between those for String Theory and the Standard Model and how disagreeing Physicists will provide competing interpretations for evidence of observed or unobserved natural phenomena. One fundamental commonality between science and religion is that both dogmas require constructing far-reaching arguments grounded in unprovable axioms.

The passage cited from the Genesis website is a more enlightening piece of writing and thus does mankind more service than the rant posted here. I agree with Betrand above. Evolution follows form observed evidence. By definition, evolution is science-based, which is the opposite of faith-based belief regardless of what actual evidence shows. But, from a realist standpoint, it argues that science can only be practiced by non-humans. What would be the point? What you fail to mention is that there are no explanations for the two planets rotating in the opposite direction.

I will agree with you on one part of this argument that science has provided us with computer and the means for me to even leave a comment here. That is physics non theoretical and engineering that has done that and a large amount is from engineering. What has evolution given us other than dumber and dumber scientists seems to go against evolutionary though…? Your claim is not a parallel argument. To accept this extrapolation DOES take faith. Is arguing that empirical evidence can only take us so far back. So, while you can be proud that Engineers and Scientists have made snazzy gadgets.

He was a physical chemist turned philosopher of science- did a lot of work discussing the personal component to knowing.

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Anyway, really good stuff and I highly recommend the read. Science is what happens when philosophy grows the hell up and realizes that it has to pay the bills. Science is what happens when philosophy grows the hell up and realizes that it has to actually work to pay the bills. There are three major arguments that suggest science provides evidence for the existence of God, the ontological, cosmological and physico-theological argument from design. Obviously these arguments bring up tons of arguments but nevertheless, they make use of science to prove the existence of God.

That is if we all agree on what you mean by science. I just finished reading all comments and found it very interesting and entertaining. It seems to me however the whole debate relies on defining faith. Even a small insignificant shred of evidence is still evidence and eliminates faith.

Anyone who has ever seen a miracle, or believes that they have, no longer has faith. They have an evidence based belief. Anyone who actually hears god talking to them, on top of being delusional, has no faith they now have an evidence based belief. Science requires no faith. Trusting your senses is not faith no matter how poor your senses might be. Then one day I either read it or heard it or thought of it myself. Reality is a powerful ally and it seems to trump all of our wishes.

I believe in white unicorns, and the sparkly pink faeries that ride upon their backs. Yet I have no issue accepting the findings of science. This article is stupid. Tested theories can be disproven. When facts are pliable and some change often how can you call that anything but faith based?! David Vanderschel I like your comment.

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Michael I Good stuff. Thing about Logical Positivism, though, is that it was debunked by Philosophers. And they all support evolution. If one, just one succeeded in debunking evolution, it would be a BIG deal. Aaron W Again, though. Evidence we have gathered continues to support, not disprove the model. This evidence continues to accumulate. Why not accept the evidence and rest at night, too? Faith is the belief in something for which there is no evidence.

For those people who subscribe to this notion, science is your religion. It is to this gestalt that you ascribe all value and sense of worth. Please understand that there are others who do not hold science in such regard. I am not in any way intimidated by science — on the contrary, I fancy myself to be quite the technologist. I am completely fascinated by the new revelations of our universe that science has provided, yet I hardly find any of this new information to be conclusive evidence that there is no more to the universe than the narrow understanding science offers.

Why must these topics always be treated as mutually exclusive ideas? Maybe we should draw a lesson from this topic from the field of science itself. Consider the duality of light. Does light exhibit the properties of a particle? Does light exhibit the properties of a wave? There was a period of time in science in which only one concept was thought to be true, not both. Had you been the type of person to choose sides, you would have only been partially correct in choosing one or the other.

Sorry… I need to revise a paragraph from my previous post… apparently using certain characters results in words being parsed out… Below is the way I intended the paragraph to read…. Nobody in their right mind would argue with biochemistry, microbiology, nuclear physics, botany, human physiology, etc….

Evolution is what is on trial here, not science. See, you people constantly get these 2 things confused…buying into what your public education has blended and offered you. Did you see how subtle it is? Now comes the hard part- learning to distinguish what is science observable with what is fantasy a long time ago…. But please tell me how evolution has advanced your knowledge for observing microorganisms, using evolution to fix a tv or build a plane, learn what chemicals react with each other, ect….

Follow up on my previous comment. I stand by it…but my Philosophy of Science is a bit rusty and Wikipedia helped me catch a few incorrect labels:. When I referred to Lakatos, I really meant to refer to Feyerabend. Both were students of Popper. Feyerabend is well known for maintaining that you cannot differentiate between myths and science.

Science makes observations, and reports on results. Reading the New Testament if find people reporting first hand observations. This is called evidence. If I tell me child I have a gift for them in the closet, they would stop, think, then go to the closet because they have built up a trust in me that what I say is true. Trust develops from evidence. The scientific method has been of irreplaceable value in our ability to understand, explain, and predict natural phemomena. Defending the scientific method from reactionary politicians is certainly progressive.

But there is nothing progressive in demanding that defenders of Darwin et al renounce their personal religious beliefs in order to prove their mettle. Religious belief is a throwback to an earlier age, but the alienating conditions of life that make religious solace useful to millions have not been eradicated. Once society can attain the higher levels made possible by advances in production, the need for religious solace will fade away. I would even assert that religious thought has a hold on a lesser proportion of human society today than ever before in history.

Whether you classify that as faith is not impt. Science is in a crude sense, curve-fitting. Hence, I do not believe that evolution in the sense of -creationism arguments is good science, because 1 history is not a repeatable thing, and 2 evolution can always refine its hypotheses to accomodate new historical evidence — can someone who supports the idea of evolution again, only in the sense of historical evolution as science state an evidence for falsification of it?

It sure is poison, look what happened when we took the poison of the ten commandments out of the public schools- Kids killing kids has become an everyday occurence. Science is faith-based in the same way that all knowledge is faith-based not in the same way as religion , because in order for us to derive any knowledge from our surroudings we rely on sensory perception. You must have faith that our senses are indeed telling us the truth and that we can believe our interpretations of them. For a much more extended and eloquent version of this statement, read Berkley.

BTW his arguments have stood up to rigourous tests of contemporary analytic philosophers i. I agree that this article goes about itself the entirely wrong way, The fact that science has nice toys behind it is indeed a fallacy. Religion does a myriad of good things indirectly or directly is not the point , as well as some less desirable side effects… Using the results of a methodology is NOT grounds to support it.

While your argument re: Extrapolation is based on something called Bayesian statistics, and before you begin to argue the validity of the big bang, you should come to know it better than you know anything else. The big bang is the result of a specific cosmological model. The model given certain parameters yields a very specific state of the universe at a given age. Thus, our ability to measure the strength of a model can be done by looking at the night sky, and testing our observations against the model.

If the model and the evidence agree, then we chalk it up as a win; if not, we change the model. They do not argue that we KNOW the cause and universe down to the very beginning, They argue only their model. Their model has rigorous requirements placed against it Religion on the other hand does no such thing. THIS is the key difference between science and religion; one is the act of reverse engineering the universe, the other is the act of believing that which makes most sense to you.

Evoloutionary theories could predict specific pathways that one discovered historical structure has undergone on the way to another discovered historical structure. If evidence for the hypothetical morphological changes is found in the fossil record, a particular evoloutionary theory is strengthened, and others are weakened or abandoned. If, on the other hand, you wish to find a falsification of the changing of species over time, resulting in the abundance of genetic diversity which all uses the same molecules to do its various jobs , then you are asking something akin to asking for the falsifiability of gravity.

Not the falsifiability of a particular theory of gravity, i. There is one, but it is an absurdity; if tomorrow morning nothing was falling down, I daresay that you would have much greater concerns than blogging triumphantly about it. Likewise, if evoloution was suddenly found to not be happening, the complete collapse of modern medicine, geology, physics, and, of couse, all of biology, would be causing large disruptions in the life of everyone.

Science fits none of those definitions. The very basest assertions of science can be called into question and tested by anyone. Faith does not imply testing, in any of those definitions. Questioning is not faith: There will no doubt be attempts to make parallels with poor Ben Stein, but there is a crucial difference: Trying to force data to fit to predetermined conclusions is faith, not science. If you accept the method, you accept the assumptions, and accept that conclusions can be confusing or challenging to your worldview. Faith is incapable of science, as science is incapable of faith.

Science accepts risks, like the risk that all protons will spontaneously decay. And solipsism endlessly circling on itself is a roadblock, a sphinx, and does nothing for science.

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