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Logic, Too, Also Rests On Assumptions That Do Not Correspond To Anything In The Real World, E.g., On The Assumption That There Areequal Things, That The Same Thing Is Identical At Different Points In Time: But This Science Arose As A Result Of The Opposite Belief (that Such Things Actually Exist In The Real World). And It Is The Same With Mathematics, Which Would Certainly Never Have Arisen If It Had Been Understood From The Beginning That There Is No Such Thing In Nature As A Perfectly Straight Line, A True Circle, And Absolute Measure.

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Logic, Too, Also Rests

Friedrich Nietzsche

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Logic, Too, Also Rests On Assumptions That Do Not Correspond To Anything In The Real World, E.g., On The Assumption That There Areequal Things, That The Same Thing Is Identical At Different Points In Time: But This Science Arose As A Result Of The Opposite Belief (that Such Things Actually Exist In The Real World). And It Is The Same With Mathematics, Which Would Certainly Never Have Arisen If It Had Been Understood From The Beginning That There Is No Such Thing In Nature As A Perfectly Straight Line, A True Circle, And Absolute Measure.

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