Materialists make a common assumption: that they know what matter is.
I’m trying to count the number of ways that reading Google futurologist as he gushes about the “singularity” makes me feel sick to my stomach.
Darwinism is replete with salesmanship, some of it thoroughly deceptive.
The assertion of materialism, which is the foundation of Darwinian theory, runs headlong into what we know about our own inner lives.
How rich is the spike timing code in a performance of Chopin’s Fantaisie-Impromptu?