Mind? No Matter. Matter? Never Mind.
One of the problems that humans have is their inability to seperate themselves from themselves. I am becoming less and less certain that we can be objective about anything. Everything we take in, everything we consider, all of it is screened against a filter of our past experiences. The way we see the world is the only absolute thing we have, and though it may change, how would we know the difference if it didn't allow anything outside of its rigourous conditions to come into our head? We look at other people and consider their actions in terms of what we know- and when we assume these things we lack the fundamental empathy of having their experiences and ruminations to draw upon.I could go into how even science is unable to really give any proof of being objective- ideal scientific inquiry perhaps, but since when is there ideal anything?
It's distracting to me to try to be impartial when learning something when I know that I am taking it only because I can assimilate this into what I already know. But I hate it even more when people don't even realize they do it. The best example is English class- we read these works of literature and people agree or disagree with them off the top of their heads. They don't appreciate the days put into these works because they have already assumed that their world-view is the correct one, or at least that their view cannot be assailed by other people because it is their point of view. Arguing with these people is especially frustrating because you can go over the same points again and again and they can always retreat back to "the way I see it..."
But if we cannot escape from being subjective, how do I know that they are not in the right? Is there any purpose for me to look for transcendental truths if I cannot work outside of my own head? What is the dividing line between fundamental philosophy and psychology?
If I cannot be sure of finding and being sure of proving objective truth, then I can at least look for subjective truth- the idea that what people consider fundamental tells more about them than it does about actual fundamentals. But is this a mere cop-out to humanism?
Even now I am subjecting my decisions to my sense of rightness. Why should I consider fundamental truths to be more important than human truths? Because I have assumed, from study and from custom, that they are.
If understanding was the reason why we are here, then we fail miserably.
So, my quest for knowledge has become simply a game I play. I hope that it still yields rich results. I hope that people will hear of me and say, "Well, at least he thought." But I am a little saddened by my loss of naievity.
3 Comments:
Hey Emmet,
I agree with on general principle here, but I think you're taking to it a bit far. All of us have known suffering. All of us have known joy. Maybe not in the same manner or to the same degree, but we all know and have experienced these things. Besides, being aware of our limitations is a great first step towards becoming objective. Like some philosophy, one of the Eastern ones I believe, says, "The wisest man knows he knows the least." Oh yeah, my RSS feed isn't reading your page right, so now I get to play with that. Joy!
Yes, you think. A lot. And kudos to you for doing it; most of us haven't got the guts.
I'll bring up my point again of being uncomfortable with one's own ethnocentrism. But as someone very smart recently told me, we've learned a lot when we realize there is much more to learn.
I'll say there is truth, but it is (for the most part)(and maybe always)seen subjectively. Of course we will judge things through our own filters; it's the only way we can live. If we could see everything objectively, as blinding, blaring, perfected Truth, we wouldn't be in the very human and fallible state we are in. We would be perfect (I'm getting religous here), and know all, and there would be absolute Justice, yoked evenly with Mercy. But as we are fallible and human, I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing. Just as long as we strive to progress constantly, and search after that (perhaps not objective), but Just and Merciful Truth.
You've heard the one about the blind men trying to figure out what an elephant was like, right? Well, here's a new one.
One time a blind man listened to stories about elephants from his travelling friends. They even specifically mentioned this one plain where elephants were all over. So our blind man decided to go check it out. He got there and found a whole bunch of long, curved bone thingies and decided the tusk was, in fact, an elephant. He got a few, took them home, and displayed his elephants on his wall. Later he had a nice piano made out of them.
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