What if the great Rene Descartes,
Renaissance man of many parts.
for all his fame and coruscation
is nothing but a fine creation
of my own imagination?
Philosophically disabused,
I think therefore I am
confused.
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Descartes, ...his i t hink therefore i am........you doubts about this idea i doubt therfore i am. is it so? is it a new version of Descarts view?