Although I realise that what I'm about to write is not what my philosophy lecturer intended for me to learn today, I can write it coz this is my blog. Deal. Let me first set the scene: the class sits noisily awaiting this terms lecturer wondering what he will look like, what will he teach us and will I fall asleep. He walks in - we don't realise it is him til he walks onto the podium and sets up - he is young-looking, sporting some jack parcels, worn jeans and a non-descript shirt. He is what I would percieve to be one who dresses for practical reasons only, already he has me smiling, from the second this man opens his mouth - no actualy, from his first sentence coz then my sentence wont make real sense - you can tell he is smart. And not the kind of smart that goes around saying its smart without real proof, no, neither he is the kind of smart that goes around saying big words either, he is just smart. He goes on about perceptions, sense perceptions in relation to metap...