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Hehehehehe... I'm glad you appreciate it, I couldn't help it.

Usually that's a temporary youtube error. I got it when I first looked it up but was working ok when I posted it. Maybe it'll clear itself up in time?

There was once a time without science. Men knew so little of the universe that they could only guess as to what was what. Atomic theory, was nothgin more then a man trying to figure out how small thingss could be. He never proved, nor disproved his theory. And so it was just a philosophy. Over time these philosophies developed, one on top of the other, until they could be tested. Then man (but not woman - they weren't aloud to do anything back then  ) began testing these philosophies. They began creating philosphies on how test philosophies. And as time went on philosophy turned into science. Pure philosophy became a game played in the school yard, while science was the center of culture's non-theistic religion.

Then, in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, with the introduction of woman into science, man began to discover that science could not answer all the questions of the universe. There are certain things that can never be tested, but must just be theorized. And so, now, man attempts to theorize what is based on a limited knowledge of the universe.

You can never place in a lab and examine why there are ten hot dogs in a container, while there are only eight hot dog buns in a bag. You can only sit and philosophy about how big hot dog is working together with big hot dog bun in order to take down the little man.

The philosopher's drinking song from Monty Python's Flying Circus:

     Immanuel Kant was a real p***-ant who was very rarely stable.
     Heideggar, Heideggar was a boozy beggar who could think you under the table.
     David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Freidrich Hegel.
     And Whittgenstein was a beery swine who was just as sloshed as Schlegel.
     There's nothing Nieizsche couldn't teach 'ya 'bout the raising of the wrist.
     Socrates, himself, was permanently p***ed.
     John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, after half a pint of shanty was particularly ill.
     Plato, they say, could stick it away, half a crate of whiskey every day!
     Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle,
     And Hobbes was fond of his Dram.
     And Rene Descartes was a drunken fart:
     "I drink, therefore I am."
     Yes, Socrates himself is particularly missed;
     A lovely little thinker, but a bugger when he's p***d.