Proving You're Right
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Proving You're Right
Disclaimer: Dudes... i don't own Naruto.
midnight: Hey ya'll, just wanted to share this newly developed fic that i had rolling around in my head along with Pioget's rationality and all his pigions... i'ma pscyh major can't you tell? If not then you will after reading this... or at leas that i have a flare for philosohpy... :3 anywayz if you get too confused with the dialogue PLEASE let me know and i will try my best to dilute the conversations without losing what i passionatley agree on!!!!!! too much 'flare of youth'? okay i'll stop.
Here's the story! ENJOY!
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Proving Your Right
Philosophy, it is the discipline concerned with questions of how one should live; what sorts of things exist and what are their essential natures; what counts as genuine knowledge, and what are the correct principles of reasoning. The word itself is of Greek origin, philosophia, a compound of philos: friends or lover, and sophia meaning wisdom.
Though no single definition of philosophy is uncontroversial, and the field has historically expanded and changed depending upon what kinds of questions were interesting or relevant in a given era, it is generally agreed that philosophy is a method, rather than a set of claims, propositions, or theories. It’s investigations are based upon rational thinking, striving to make no unexamined assumptions and no leaps based on faith or pure anology. Different philosophers have had varied ideas about the nature of reason, and there is also disagreement about the subject matter of philosophy. Some think that philosophy examines the process of inquiry itself. Others, that there are essentially philosophical propositions which it is the task of philosophy to prove.
Being a Philosophy student came with symptoms that Sasuke had neglected to read in the small print when he
selected his major. Bigheaded-ness definitely wasn’t something on his lists to contract. Nor was arrogance or pride,
he never considered that being so philosophical would be so damning. From discussions on Montaigne and Descartes, to Rationalism and Empiricism, to even the old schools of Perisia. Sasuke was the big man on these sorts of views. And one thing that was for certain, was that he always had to be right.
“I mean honestly Sasuke, how could you think that this cup of coffee isn’t really even there? I’m tasting it aren’t I?”
Kiba, Sasuke’s friend and high school classmate argued with Sasuke that he was actually drinking a cup of delicious double shot Hazelnut latte and not just imagining it.
“No you don’t get it Kiba.” Sasuke sat up straight pushing away his imaginative bagel and sitting closer to Kiba in hopes that the closed distance from Sasuke’s mouth to Kiba’s ears would increase his conception of his theory. Or in other words… Kiba would finally get what he was trying to say. “Everything we see around us are only conceptions, idea’s that are in our brains and only fabricate themselves on the command of the common mind.”
“That’s bullshit, not everyone could be imagining this cup of coffee or even this chair that I’m sitting on.” Kiba leaned back into his chair trying to prove his point that things aren’t really there just because we want them to be, but because we had physically made them to be there.
“Okay, then,” Sasuke too sat back, he crossed his arms and fixed a grin on his face that already agreed that he had won this conversation already. “You know, as a psychology major, that people’s perspectives are different when they are mentally handicapped right?”
“Yes.” Kiba’s answer was drawn out in skepticism on where his dear disillusioned friend was going with this.
“Good, then we would both agree that two different mentally disabled people would view this same cup of coffee differently, and would even give a different description than what any normal person would have. You following?”
“Yes, but where-“
“Then it would follow that average, or ‘normal’ people would view and describe this same cup of coffee similarly because they have been taught that that is what it is and only a cup of coffee.”
“I’m not following dude.” Kiba looked perplexed, not lost, but a little confused.
“Kay,” Sasuke breathed deep, trying to find someway to explain his reasoning in lamens terms so his friend could understand. “Alright The Matrix.”
“Huh?”
“Just, humor me. When Neo had just woken up from his month long sleep, the rest of the crew was eating porridge correct? So, when he sat down to eat it and noticed that there was no taste to his food, they explained that it was only a fabrication of the mind while in the Matrix that made you believe that a strawberry tasted like a strawberry and not a leechee nut.”
“They never said that.” Kiba fought back.
“Well no but to prove my point, every one agrees that strawberry’s are strawberry’s and not leechee nuts. Proving that people who understand something or a description of something can then create a physical…”
“Okay, okay, okay… you win.” Kiba sagged in his iron wrought chair in the little café that they were currently holed up in from the winter storm. “Only for you to stop fucking talking about shit that I really don’t understand. Right now I wish that both you and I and everyone else around us can just fabricate a piece of juicy steak right in front of me.”
“Actually, now that you mention it, when you ideally-“
“STOP!” Kiba laughed despite his disagreement on his friend’s view on things. “Alright I get it. Now, I would just like you to read your little hell book on philosophy while I enjoy this imaginative cup of coffee.”
The rest of their afternoon past in peaceful resolution. Kiba did enjoy his cup of coffee and Sasuke lost himself in the intricate ideas of Aristotle and his “natural philosophy” and the phenomenon of the human world.
About and hour and half a snow storm later, the couple decided that it was past their time to be hauled up in a toasty café and brave the weather outside to make it to their next physics class. Gathering their things and bundling up their coats they jokingly counted to three before opening the glass doors to the freezing Wisconsin winter outside. Kiba courageously stepped outside followed quickly by his annoying philosophy major friend. Their logics and reasoning for stepping outside from and controlled environment to a hazardously uncontrolled environment was thrown out the window the moment another variable had randomly entered Sasuke’s perfect equation to getting back to campus. That variable laid underneath Sasuke breathing harshly through his knitted magenta scarf and tan suede jacket. The ice underneath this so called variable was completely ruining the other’s jacket. And he let the man ontop of him know that reasoning.
“Dude. Get off.” The beautiful tenor washed through Sasuke’s being in an undescribed way. There was no reasoning and logics to the sudden reason why his body froze and would not move according to another’s will. There was no ‘idea’ or some form of consequentialism, yet, out of all the terms and philosophical studies he had remembered, there was only a theory. The theory being: This variable who’s new term name would be Hot Blond Guy, had invariably induced upon his own body a set of biological signals that had kept his body from taking commands from his neural central cortex. Or, he couldn’t make himself move because this guy was so damn hot. “No seriously, this is my friend’s jacket, if it get’s ruined I’m sending the dry cleaning bill to you.”
It was then that Sasuke had realized that he had full motor capability that he hauled his ass off of his victim. He extended a hand out to help the fallen man up, only to be brushed off.
“So, you gonna apologize to me yet or what?” The Hot Blond Guy arrogantly voiced his opinion to the brunette man who had so gracefully fallen on him. Sasuke took a good look at this man before answering. He was about 5’10’’- 5’11’’, medium build, tousled blonde hair, and the bluest eyes one could ever imagine.
“I believe it was your fault to our collision.” Sasuke replied back in an equally arrogant voice. The Hot Blond Guy had thrown his head back and laughed in the brunette’s face.
“You serious? While you were too busy counting and trying to get your ass out of the café you had lost your focus long enough not to see that I was trying to enter through the same door your friend was holding open. So, inevitably, you crashed into me, and now you owe me an apology.” The blond had picked up his dropped items and was now standing with one hand securely holding onto his right hip in a truly dramatic fashion. Sasuke couldn’t believe the impudence that this guy had.
“I’m sorry but-“ Sasuke began but was swiftly cut off by the blond’s tenor.
“Whatever. I have to meet someone and your now letting in the cold to the café and nobody likes it . So, hopefully next Tuesday you can apologize to me, say, same time? Great. See ya.” The blonde smiled his way into the café where he had a short visit with one of the waiter’s behind the counter before joining a red head near the hearth inside. Sasuke couldn’t keep himself from looking at the blond even when his friend had waived a gloved hand in front of his face several times.
“Helllloooo. Pioget calling Aristotle, come in Aristotle.” Sasuke snapped out of his hormone induced gaze to look at a frigid looking Kiba. “Dude you okay?”
“Did it just sound to you that he was asking me on a date? Or is that irrational thinking?” Sasuke looked confused but hopefull as he fell into step with his friend.
“No, he never asked you, he told you he was going to be somewhere and was hoping that you would comply and apologize to him then.” Kiba’s hand’s were clasped in front of his mouth where he attempted to heat them up with his breath. Sasuke never paid attention to the cold.
“Huh.” Was all Sasuke was able to answer. But only at first. “Hn, he knows he was wrong, I never collided with him. He was actually the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
“UH. Again, no, you were too busy building yourself up for the cold that you didn’t see that I was holding the door open for him. Didn’t you see all the stuff he was carrying? Must’ve been an Art major.” Kiba said a little distantly. But Sasuke couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on the Meissner effect. He was too distraught at what had just been said to him. He was wrong. He was totally wrong. The other man had too many things to carry and Kiba was holding the door open for the blond, it had just taken him too long to realize that. But he had to make it right. He had to prove that he was always right. And he had a feeling that he would have to blow off the club’s next meeting in order to prove to that stranger that he was infact right. However wrong he may have been. In the end… he was always right.
midnight: Hey ya'll, just wanted to share this newly developed fic that i had rolling around in my head along with Pioget's rationality and all his pigions... i'ma pscyh major can't you tell? If not then you will after reading this... or at leas that i have a flare for philosohpy... :3 anywayz if you get too confused with the dialogue PLEASE let me know and i will try my best to dilute the conversations without losing what i passionatley agree on!!!!!! too much 'flare of youth'? okay i'll stop.
Here's the story! ENJOY!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Proving Your Right
Philosophy, it is the discipline concerned with questions of how one should live; what sorts of things exist and what are their essential natures; what counts as genuine knowledge, and what are the correct principles of reasoning. The word itself is of Greek origin, philosophia, a compound of philos: friends or lover, and sophia meaning wisdom.
Though no single definition of philosophy is uncontroversial, and the field has historically expanded and changed depending upon what kinds of questions were interesting or relevant in a given era, it is generally agreed that philosophy is a method, rather than a set of claims, propositions, or theories. It’s investigations are based upon rational thinking, striving to make no unexamined assumptions and no leaps based on faith or pure anology. Different philosophers have had varied ideas about the nature of reason, and there is also disagreement about the subject matter of philosophy. Some think that philosophy examines the process of inquiry itself. Others, that there are essentially philosophical propositions which it is the task of philosophy to prove.
Being a Philosophy student came with symptoms that Sasuke had neglected to read in the small print when he
selected his major. Bigheaded-ness definitely wasn’t something on his lists to contract. Nor was arrogance or pride,
he never considered that being so philosophical would be so damning. From discussions on Montaigne and Descartes, to Rationalism and Empiricism, to even the old schools of Perisia. Sasuke was the big man on these sorts of views. And one thing that was for certain, was that he always had to be right.
“I mean honestly Sasuke, how could you think that this cup of coffee isn’t really even there? I’m tasting it aren’t I?”
Kiba, Sasuke’s friend and high school classmate argued with Sasuke that he was actually drinking a cup of delicious double shot Hazelnut latte and not just imagining it.
“No you don’t get it Kiba.” Sasuke sat up straight pushing away his imaginative bagel and sitting closer to Kiba in hopes that the closed distance from Sasuke’s mouth to Kiba’s ears would increase his conception of his theory. Or in other words… Kiba would finally get what he was trying to say. “Everything we see around us are only conceptions, idea’s that are in our brains and only fabricate themselves on the command of the common mind.”
“That’s bullshit, not everyone could be imagining this cup of coffee or even this chair that I’m sitting on.” Kiba leaned back into his chair trying to prove his point that things aren’t really there just because we want them to be, but because we had physically made them to be there.
“Okay, then,” Sasuke too sat back, he crossed his arms and fixed a grin on his face that already agreed that he had won this conversation already. “You know, as a psychology major, that people’s perspectives are different when they are mentally handicapped right?”
“Yes.” Kiba’s answer was drawn out in skepticism on where his dear disillusioned friend was going with this.
“Good, then we would both agree that two different mentally disabled people would view this same cup of coffee differently, and would even give a different description than what any normal person would have. You following?”
“Yes, but where-“
“Then it would follow that average, or ‘normal’ people would view and describe this same cup of coffee similarly because they have been taught that that is what it is and only a cup of coffee.”
“I’m not following dude.” Kiba looked perplexed, not lost, but a little confused.
“Kay,” Sasuke breathed deep, trying to find someway to explain his reasoning in lamens terms so his friend could understand. “Alright The Matrix.”
“Huh?”
“Just, humor me. When Neo had just woken up from his month long sleep, the rest of the crew was eating porridge correct? So, when he sat down to eat it and noticed that there was no taste to his food, they explained that it was only a fabrication of the mind while in the Matrix that made you believe that a strawberry tasted like a strawberry and not a leechee nut.”
“They never said that.” Kiba fought back.
“Well no but to prove my point, every one agrees that strawberry’s are strawberry’s and not leechee nuts. Proving that people who understand something or a description of something can then create a physical…”
“Okay, okay, okay… you win.” Kiba sagged in his iron wrought chair in the little café that they were currently holed up in from the winter storm. “Only for you to stop fucking talking about shit that I really don’t understand. Right now I wish that both you and I and everyone else around us can just fabricate a piece of juicy steak right in front of me.”
“Actually, now that you mention it, when you ideally-“
“STOP!” Kiba laughed despite his disagreement on his friend’s view on things. “Alright I get it. Now, I would just like you to read your little hell book on philosophy while I enjoy this imaginative cup of coffee.”
The rest of their afternoon past in peaceful resolution. Kiba did enjoy his cup of coffee and Sasuke lost himself in the intricate ideas of Aristotle and his “natural philosophy” and the phenomenon of the human world.
About and hour and half a snow storm later, the couple decided that it was past their time to be hauled up in a toasty café and brave the weather outside to make it to their next physics class. Gathering their things and bundling up their coats they jokingly counted to three before opening the glass doors to the freezing Wisconsin winter outside. Kiba courageously stepped outside followed quickly by his annoying philosophy major friend. Their logics and reasoning for stepping outside from and controlled environment to a hazardously uncontrolled environment was thrown out the window the moment another variable had randomly entered Sasuke’s perfect equation to getting back to campus. That variable laid underneath Sasuke breathing harshly through his knitted magenta scarf and tan suede jacket. The ice underneath this so called variable was completely ruining the other’s jacket. And he let the man ontop of him know that reasoning.
“Dude. Get off.” The beautiful tenor washed through Sasuke’s being in an undescribed way. There was no reasoning and logics to the sudden reason why his body froze and would not move according to another’s will. There was no ‘idea’ or some form of consequentialism, yet, out of all the terms and philosophical studies he had remembered, there was only a theory. The theory being: This variable who’s new term name would be Hot Blond Guy, had invariably induced upon his own body a set of biological signals that had kept his body from taking commands from his neural central cortex. Or, he couldn’t make himself move because this guy was so damn hot. “No seriously, this is my friend’s jacket, if it get’s ruined I’m sending the dry cleaning bill to you.”
It was then that Sasuke had realized that he had full motor capability that he hauled his ass off of his victim. He extended a hand out to help the fallen man up, only to be brushed off.
“So, you gonna apologize to me yet or what?” The Hot Blond Guy arrogantly voiced his opinion to the brunette man who had so gracefully fallen on him. Sasuke took a good look at this man before answering. He was about 5’10’’- 5’11’’, medium build, tousled blonde hair, and the bluest eyes one could ever imagine.
“I believe it was your fault to our collision.” Sasuke replied back in an equally arrogant voice. The Hot Blond Guy had thrown his head back and laughed in the brunette’s face.
“You serious? While you were too busy counting and trying to get your ass out of the café you had lost your focus long enough not to see that I was trying to enter through the same door your friend was holding open. So, inevitably, you crashed into me, and now you owe me an apology.” The blond had picked up his dropped items and was now standing with one hand securely holding onto his right hip in a truly dramatic fashion. Sasuke couldn’t believe the impudence that this guy had.
“I’m sorry but-“ Sasuke began but was swiftly cut off by the blond’s tenor.
“Whatever. I have to meet someone and your now letting in the cold to the café and nobody likes it . So, hopefully next Tuesday you can apologize to me, say, same time? Great. See ya.” The blonde smiled his way into the café where he had a short visit with one of the waiter’s behind the counter before joining a red head near the hearth inside. Sasuke couldn’t keep himself from looking at the blond even when his friend had waived a gloved hand in front of his face several times.
“Helllloooo. Pioget calling Aristotle, come in Aristotle.” Sasuke snapped out of his hormone induced gaze to look at a frigid looking Kiba. “Dude you okay?”
“Did it just sound to you that he was asking me on a date? Or is that irrational thinking?” Sasuke looked confused but hopefull as he fell into step with his friend.
“No, he never asked you, he told you he was going to be somewhere and was hoping that you would comply and apologize to him then.” Kiba’s hand’s were clasped in front of his mouth where he attempted to heat them up with his breath. Sasuke never paid attention to the cold.
“Huh.” Was all Sasuke was able to answer. But only at first. “Hn, he knows he was wrong, I never collided with him. He was actually the one who wasn’t paying attention.”
“UH. Again, no, you were too busy building yourself up for the cold that you didn’t see that I was holding the door open for him. Didn’t you see all the stuff he was carrying? Must’ve been an Art major.” Kiba said a little distantly. But Sasuke couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation on the Meissner effect. He was too distraught at what had just been said to him. He was wrong. He was totally wrong. The other man had too many things to carry and Kiba was holding the door open for the blond, it had just taken him too long to realize that. But he had to make it right. He had to prove that he was always right. And he had a feeling that he would have to blow off the club’s next meeting in order to prove to that stranger that he was infact right. However wrong he may have been. In the end… he was always right.