I believe every Wednesday blog will be accompanied by at least one discussion of the antics of my Diplomacy tute, at least until I get jack of it and change into a different tute. There is something odd about this group dynamic. Everyone seems aggressively eloquent, but at the same time, oddly uneducated.

Conversation reconstruction:
Him: I don't understand why people in the seventeenth century were so enamoured of religion. I mean, you can't prove anything! Science is so much better.
Us: There's no difference. Science can't prove anything either.
Him: But things can be proven. Two plus two equals four.
Us: Why?
Him: Because it does!
Us: Why?
Him: Look: (holds up fingers) One-two-three-four.
Us: All you've shown us is that four is four. What is four?
Him: But it's different! Religion is just... you believe those things because you're told them.
Us: You only believe the maxims of science because you're told them.
Him: But everyone knows it!
Us: Because everyone is told it. In the seventeenth century, everyone knew just as definitely as you know what the sum of two and two is that God existed and was on their side. You are not born with the innate knowledge that two plus two equals four. You learn this. You are told.
Him: Yeah but... ah, never mind.
Us: (thinking) You still don't understand, do you...