I used to know a man who, when he wanted to read a book, started on the last page and worked his way backwards
He didn't care much for plot details and general mechanics - they were not important to his task
He wanted to know the reason, the big 'why'
Without a reason, those that analyze lose sense
Without sense, the investigation is reduced to a guessing game
Simple mechanical truths
The split was wide, the side that voted objective found themselves to be the winners
For if you leave your wallet upon a table in a room with three other people and you leave and come back and the wallet's gone
Deduction
For if you leave your wallet on a table (same situation as above) but you actually see somebody take it
Induction
Deduction = questions, answers, evidence
Induction = I saw you
I can't believe in evidence
I want to see you
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