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|author=Alain Stephen
|title=Why We Think the Things we Think: Philosophy in a Nutshell
|rating=4.5
|genre=Popular Science
|summary=Way back when, when I started back on adult education having finished my university life (I know, it's hard to believe sometimes, but bear with me) I was asked if I was going to do a philosophy A-level. No, I said – there was no point in studying something nobody can agree about. The introduction to this book raises much the same point – the solution to philosophical questions and study is only ever going to be more questions. It says that Kant thought the study of thought, ''or, more precisely, how ideas are formed'' was the highest science, although that sounds like the psychology that I did indeed study. Still, study it many people do do – and probably a far greater number would wish to read around it and find out what it might be like to sound as if you have studied it – hence books like this.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1782434135</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|author=Will Cohu
|summary=Man suffers from a regrettable lack of a ’hotline to reality’, or to ''noumenon''. In order to give a relatively faithful rendition of reality, however, people use two aspects of consciousness. By researchers, they've been termed the relational and the propositional. A number of thinkers from a number of fields propose that the structure of consciousness may be unveiled using the tool of quantum physics.
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>1845404556</amazonuk>
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{{newreview
|title=Empire Antarctica: Ice, Silence and Emperor Penguins
|author=Gavin Francis
|rating=5
|genre=Travel
|summary=I know two books don't make a genre, but twice in recent years I have read autobiographical travelogues of men who felt too much was going on in their lives and their surroundings, and took themselves off to remote, isolated, extremely cold and inhospitable places. One went to the shores of Lake Baikal, and shared his days hunting, fishing, drinking and reading with only a few very distant neighbours. Gavin Francis took himself south, to the edge of the Antarctic ice, to spend a year as a scientific doctor. He wasn't able to be completely as alone as some have been in the past – even if he hid himself away in isolation before the week-long annual changeover of staff was through. Francis ends up with a baker's dozen of companions, in a place where – apart from the ice, sealing things up – only two lockable doors exist. You might think this was a large group of people for someone wanting to be alone, but the very tenuous and isolated feel of the place in the huge emptiness of the landscape is the main point of this book – that, and communing with emperor penguins…
|amazonuk=<amazonuk>009956596X</amazonuk>
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