And Thereby Make Ourselves, As It Were,

It's The Familiar Love-hate Syndrome Of Seduction: "i Don't Really Care What It Is I Say, I Care Only That You Like It."

Be That As It May, There Is Fixed In My Mind A Certain Opinion Of Long Standing, Namely That There Exists A God Who Is Able To Do Anything And By Whom I, Such As I Am, Have Been Created. How Do I Know That He Did Not Bring It About That There Is No Earth At All, No Heavens, No Extended Thing, No Shape, No Size, No Place, And Yet Bringing It About That All These Things Appear To Me To Exist Precisely As They Do Now?

Common Sense Is The Most Widely Shared Commodity In The World, For Every Man Is Convinced That He Is Well Supplied With It.

... Regard This Body As A Machine Which, Having Been Made By The Hand Of God, Is Incomparably Better Ordered Than Any Machine That Can Be Devised By Man, And Contains In Itself Movements More Wonderful Than Those In Any Machine. ... It Is For All Practical Purposes Impossible For A Machine To Have Enough Organs To Make It Act In All The Contingencies Of Life In The Way In Which Our Reason Makes Us Act.

I Think; Therefore I Am.