Platonic Ideals

I truly admire Robert Anton Wilson. I am currently reading a short little work by him entitled, Natural Law: Or Don't Put a Rubber On Your Willy. The title is meant to be facetious, which is indicative of the entire book. Filled with incredible wit, his writing counters arguments by modern Natural Law proponents (as well as ideas from classical philosophers) with exceptional reasoning.

Here is one of the witty gems from the book:

For those who did not have the dubious benefit of education in classical philosophy, it should be explained that, according to Plato, every chair we encounter in sensory-sensual experience "is" an imperfect copy of the Ideal Chair somewhere outside space-time. From this I long ago deduced that every horse encountered and endured in space-time is also an imperfect copy of the Ideal Platonic Horse and all the horseshit I have ever stepped in is just an imperfect copy of the Ideal Platonic Horseshit. I'm sure some Platonists have thought of this before me, and not only believe in the Ideal Platonic Horseshit but have religious ecstacies in which they can actually smell it.

It makes for a wonderful short read, and I recommend it to anyone who likes to think and doesn't take philosophical debate too seriously.


On a side note, I WANT one of these:

http://www.macguff.fr/goomi/unspeakable/vault181.html