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De Omnibus Dubitandum

I Suppose Therefore That All Things I See Are Illusions; I Believe That Nothing Has Ever Existed Of Everything My Lying Memory Tells Me. I Think I Have No Senses. I Believe That Body, Shape, Extension, Motion, Location Are Functions. What Is There Then That Can Be Taken As True? Perhaps Only This One Thing, That Nothing At All Is Certain.

If ... It Is Not In My Power To Arrive At The Knowledge Of Any Truth, I May At Least Do What Is In My Power, Namely, Suspend Judgement.

Because Reason...is The Only Thing That Makes Us Men, And Distinguishes Us From The Beasts, I Would Prefer To Believe That It Exists, In Its Entirety, In Each Of Us.

I Can Doubt Everything, Except One Thing, And That Is The Very Fact That I Doubt. Simply Put - I Think, Therefore I Am