>"I shall here insert a problem of that very ingenious and studious promoter of real knowledge, the learned and worthy Mr. Molineux, which he was pleased to send me in a letter some months since; and it is this:—"Suppose a man born blind, and now adult, and taught by his touch to distinguish between a cube and a sphere of the same metal, and nighly of the same bigness, so as to tell, when he felt one and the other, which is the cube, which the sphere. Suppose then the cube and sphere placed on a table, and the blind man be made to see: quaere, whether by his sight, before he touched them, he could now distinguish and tell which is the globe, which the cube?" To which the acute and judicious proposer answers, "Not. For, though he has obtained the experience of how a globe, how a cube affects his touch, yet he has not yet obtained the experience, that what affects his touch so or so, must affect his sight so or so; or that a protuberant angle in the cube, that pressed his hand unequally, shall appear to his eye as it does in the cube."—I agree with this thinking gentleman, whom I am proud to call my friend, in his answer to this problem; and am of opinion that the blind man, at first sight, would not be able with certainty to say which was the globe, which the cube, whilst he only saw them; though he could unerringly name them by his touch, and certainly distinguish them by the difference of their figures felt." - An Essay Concerning Humane Understanding, John Locke.Well? How do you answer? I concur with Mr. Locke.
Oh look there's a pointy thing and an extra pointy thing. I bet the extra pointy thing feels a bit more pointy. What the fuck is wrong with people
>>18330958me again I'm a same faggot. Consider this monsieur Lockhuuuuuugghhh, Say you are blind and someone throws both rubix cubes and baseballs at you for fun. You are used to the sensation of being beaten with two distinct projectiles and what kind of wounds both of them leave. Now, good sir, Jesus crawls of a dimensional portal and cures your blindness. After you get over the panic attack you are going to have, never seeing anything at all much less the reflection of your rat like face, your eyes settle on the bastard that throws shit at you standing next to two barrels of hard objects. One of them has sharp edges and perforations, the other dull leather spheres. Now the bad man is digging throw the barrels and grabs a baseball. Are you going to fucking know which one that is? Is it going to give you the sharper pain?
