Sam (6-yr-old): Daddy, why does Johno go up to your room in the middle of the night?
Me: Because he's a chicken.
Sam: Why is he a chicken?
Me: Because he's afraid of the dark.
Sam: Why is he afraid of the dark?
Me: I don't know, but I do know that you need to go to sleep.
Sam: OK. I used to be afraid of the dark, but not anymore. The dark is nothing.
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Unlike my ancient predecessor, this Tullius hasn't had his hands chopped off. With hands attached I offer my thoughts on philosophy, religion, politics, and whatever else I find worth mentioning. I'm conservative religiously and politically (with libertarian leanings). I value reason and freedom but also traditions and "Oldthink." I relish being on the wrong side of history when history is wrong--part of a philosopher's job is to be unpopular. (Views given here may not represent my employers')
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