Spent a formative year convinced that every unsolved problem in philosophy was really a grammar mistake wearing a disguise, an idea absorbed from a supervisor who had, in turn, absorbed it from someone who once sat in the very room where Wittgenstein paced. Still has a photograph of a low-ceilinged pub near the river where three separate arguments about the same half-empty glass were settled, unsettled, and settled differently by closing time. Punts badly and knows it.
IACSInt'l Academy for Consciousness Studies