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“My desire and wish is that the things I start with should be so obvious that you wonder why I spend my time stating them. This is what I aim at because the point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating, and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it.”

Quote by Bertrand Russell

Book:The Philosophy of Logical Atomism
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The Philosophy of Logical Atomism

This book delves into the foundational ideas of logical atomism, examining the nature of reality, the structure of the universe, and the principles of logical reasoning. It is a comprehensive study of the philosophical framework that influenced both the authors' own work and the development of analytic philosophy. more

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Bertrand Russell
Bertrand Russell

Bertrand Russell was a British philosopher, mathematician, and logician born on May 18, 1872, and died on February 2, 1970. He is known for his contributions to logic and mathematics, particularly in the fields of mathematical logic and philosophical analysis. His works spanned a wide range of subjects, including ethics, political philosophy, history, and literary criticism. more

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