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The Moral Landscape: How Science Can Determine Human Values

This book delves into the relationship between scientific knowledge and moral philosophy, arguing that scientific principles can provide a framework for understanding and evaluating human values. The author examines various ethical theories and scientific concepts to illustrate the potential for a more objective approach to morality. more

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Sam Harris
Sam Harris

Sam Harris is an American author, philosopher, and neuroscientist known for his work on atheism, rational thinking, and the scientific method. Born on April 9, 1967, Harris graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles with a Bachelor's degree in cognitive psychology. His writings, including 'Free Will', 'The End of Faith', and 'The Knowledge Problem', have sparked widespread debate around the world. Harris is also the host of several podcasts and television shows, including 'Sam Harris Podcast' and 'Waking Up with Sam Harris'. more

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