“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness―in a landscape selected at random―is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants.- nabokov
Tuesday, March 3, 2020
How do we know that Science is true?
How do we know that Science is true? How do we know that it I not merely true because culture says that it is true? How can anyone know what is true or false? How do you know that Science is not merely what culture makes of it? I am not anti-science! I am pro-truth! But what is true? What is false? Can science ever prove anything? Not all cultures acknowledge science! Don't those cultures count?
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