Whatever King Midas touched turned into gold. The philosophers have something akin to it: whatever they touch turns into a puzzle. (I borrow the thought from Wilfrid Sellars.)
Footnotes to Plato from the foothills of the Superstition Mountains
Whatever King Midas touched turned into gold. The philosophers have something akin to it: whatever they touch turns into a puzzle. (I borrow the thought from Wilfrid Sellars.)