What is Mind? Does it matter? What is matter? Never mind!
Bertrand Russell was frequently abused as a child by his parents and elders with the titling piece of snark to this blog entry. While not a particular Russell fan (though he was a spectacularly clear writer) I find myself of late returning to the above snottily dismissive piece of dogmatic anti-intelligence with singluar antipathy towards those who ennuciate it of late. You see, questions of mind and matter have been weighing heavily on my these last few months.
I have a front row seat to my father's delamination due to dementia, possibly early onset alzheimers.
His sister, my aunt, is…