***** ...This busy, puzzling stirrer-up of doubt That frames deep mysteries, then finds 'em out, Filling with frantic crowds of thinking fools Those reverend bedlams, colleges and schools; Borne on whose wings, each heavy sot can pierce The limits of the boundless universe; So charming ointments make an old witch fly And bear a crippled carcass through the sky. 'Tis this exalted power, whose business lies In nonsense and impossibilities, This made a whimsical philosopher Before the spacious world, his tub prefer, And we have modern cloistered coxcombs who Retire to think, 'cause they have nought to do....
Earl of Rochester, "A Satyr against Reason and Mankind" *****
Sounds familiar....
Yoshie