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As a child, the philosopher John Locke once reflected upon the act of turning 8: “As things develop at any birthday party, three camps will emerge: there will be those who hold that cake exists only in thought—these are the idealists who will never want to come to another one of my depressing birthday parties; there will be those who hold that cake subsists in only matter—these are the materialists who will never want to come to another one of my depressing birthday parties; and then there are those who hold that cake subsists both in thought and in matter—these are the dualists who will never want to come to another one of my depressing birthday parties.”
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