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When Reputable Scientists Correct Flaws In An Experiment That Produced Fantastic Results, Then Fail To Get Those Results When They Repeat The Test With Flaws Corrected, They Withdraw Their Original Claims. They Do Not Defend Them By Arguing Irrelevantly That The Failed Replication Was Successful In Some Other Way, Or By Making Intemperate Attacks On Whomever Dares To Criticize Their Competence.

Consider A Cow. A Cow Doesn't Have The Problem-solving Skill Of A Chimpanzee, Which Has Discovered How To Get Termites Out Of The Ground By Putting A Stick Into A Hole. Evolution Has Developed The Brain's Ability To Solve Puzzles, And At The Same Time Has Produced In Our Brain A Pleasure Of Solving Problems.

The Sudden Hunch, The Creative Leap Of Mind That "sees" In A Flash How To Solve A Problem In A Simple Way, Is Something Quite Different From General Intelligence.

If You Ask Me To Tell You Anything About The Nature Of What Lies Beyond The Phaneron… My Answer Is “how Should I Know?”… I Am Not Dismayed By Ultimate Mysteries… I Can No More Grasp What Is Behind Such Questions As My Cat Can Understand What Is Behind The Clatter I Make While I Type This Paragraph.

It Is Part Of The Pholosophic Dullness Of Our Time That There Are Millions Of Rational Monsters Walking About On Their Hind Legs, Observing The World Through Pairs Of Flexible Little Lenses, Periodically Supplying Themselves With Energy By Pushing Organic Substances Through Holes In Their Faces, Who See Nothing Fabulous Whatever About Themselves.