The Philosophers

 I think, therefore I am, said a man whose mother quickly 
hit him on the head, saying, I hit my son on the head, 
therefore I am.

 No no, you've got it all wrong, cried the man.

 So she hit him on the head again and cried, therefore I am.

 You're not, not that way; you're supposed to think, not hit, 
cried the man.


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 I think, therefore I am, said the man.

I hit, therefore we both are, the hitter and the one who gets 
hit, said the man's mother.

 But at this point the man had ceased to be; unconscious he 
could not think.
 But his mother could.
 So she thought, I am, 
and so is my unconscious son, even if he doesn't know it .
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