Reason Versus Intuition -- a Rap Battle
Updated: 2 days ago
My writings have been rightfully criticized for underestimating the significance of intuition in relation to reason. Intuition, in essence, is the ability to grasp reality swiftly using emotion, while reason may necessitate further inspection, making it far less spontaneous. Arguably, restraining one's emotions is insufficient for sound reasoning, for one must improve it in more ways.
To give intuition its proper address, I've wrote this "rap battle." I acknowledge it's an unconventional form for a philosophical blog, but I occasionally enjoy writing poems, and I believe this one is philosophically fitting.
After all, reducing bias is crucial in philosophy to attain a clearer vision of reality. If we minimize something, we risk underestimating its significance in the grand scheme of things. Therefore, even if I minimize something, as a philosopher, I should still grant it the space it may merit, both logically and in the eyes of my readers. All in the name of the truth and its study.
(Reason, Verse 1)
Surrender to Mr. Tomasio,
For you are a component that don't fit,
Otherwise, be cut in size,
And afterwards cease to exist!
I'm far more competent than what many of your fans claim, your followers,
You'll be forced to sit and watch once again!
You're irrelevant like Ms. Chen.
You walked into this office and you already showed your flaws,
When you tried to convince Tomasio of a spiritual realm, where wisdom flows.
And yet you cannot logically prove any of the two, (Ho ho ho!),
While I do what you can't:
Be the belt of this writer's pants!
You're pretentious, too hasty,
And then many couples are broken just because a moment's a bit too hateful.
The answer to philosophy is the thing it is, for, designated:
I deserve more respect,
Now feel free to reply,
Before you'll slowly die.
(Intuition, Verse 2)
To be honest,
You're the opposite of modest.
It seems like you are overconfident,
I mean, it's apparent. (Hahaha)
You make me laugh in embarrassment,
It's as if you know what you really don't,
Like my speed I can bury you here in a single verse.
Make you realize that you are just another component, not even the heart.
While I move billions, grant millions, to any visionary that can rightfully use me,
So yeah, let us compare sizes, buddy, I don't mind,
For I am truly the trait that make fans march, with clarity, not blind!
So why exactly would many die for your fort?
(Reason, verse 3)
You really should check my history,
You made many impulsive decisions,
And then you pretend to be really good and efficient?
And you mostly use Ad-Hominem, act like you're Eminem,
Don't use whataboutism, it's infantile.
Life is best lived when playing chess,
Now, to clean this mess:
Any player can press a few buttons for your bad ending.
This incompetent ad-populist, is no match, a child's game,
I will rationalize the human race!
And only the slow, now finish last.
(Intuition, verse 4)
That's how the world is -- the more appealing, the better,
And I can get far better ahead while you remain arguing with snobbish haters!
Using whataboutism is infantile?
I mean, man, you're killing me!
Your romantic comments are laughable,
Logic is boring, psychology's more contributing,
You're a tiny moustache guy while I remain an Iron Man Stalin.
I control countless hearts, and your empty threats?
Are you compensating for something?