If we are not really free to choose to hate someone then that hatred to me is like the tiger's hunger. Or the parts in a clock. It's matter moving ineluctably in tune with the laws of physics..
Well, yes. I'm afraid I can't argue otherwise.
But if I am right then you can can change your mind if you are wrong.
volchok wrote:And I do think that it is quite depressing but, do not mistake that conclusion with fatalism. It's not the same thing.
But it can also be comforting to believe we can't be blamed for what we do if what we have done so far hasn't got us very far. Or has got us into trouble.
And if fatalism means, "Philosophy: the doctrine that all events are subject to fate or inevitable predetermination"
, how are you not one if you believe what you do above?
Again, I root human autonomy in dasein. But dasein is rooted in contingency, chance and change. And we only have so much control or understanding of that.
And this was effectively depicted in the film The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
Indeed, below is an old post of mine from the thread, "Back to the beginning: dasein":
From the film The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
:A woman in Paris was on her way to go shopping.
But she had forgotten her coat and went back to get it. And when she had gotten her coat the phone had rung and so she had stopped to answer it and talked for a couple of minutes.
And while the woman was on the phone Daisy was rehearsing for that evening’s performance at the Paris Opera House.
And while she was rehearsing the woman was off the phone had gone outside to get a taxi.
A Cab comes to a stop she moves to get it but somebody gets there first, the cab drove off and she waits for the next one.
Now this taxi driver had dropped off a fare earlier and had stopped to get a cup of coffee.
He picked up the lady who was going shopping who had missed getting the earlier cab.
The taxi had to stop for a man crossing the street who had left for work five minutes later than he normally did because he forgot to set his alarm.
While the man, late for work, was crossing the street making the cab wait Daisy, finished rehearsing, was taking a shower.
While Daisy was showering the taxi was waiting outside a boutique for the woman to pick up a package which hadn’t been wrapped yet because the girl who was supposed to wrap it had broken up with her boyfriend the night before and forgot to.
When the package was done being wrapped the woman was back in the cab but the taxi was blocked by a delivery truck.
All the while Daisy was getting dressed.
The Delivery truck pulled off and the taxi was able to go while Daisy, the first to be dressed, waited for one of her friends who had broken a shoelace.
While the taxi was stopped, waiting for a traffic light, Daisy and her friend came out of the theater.
And if only one thing had happened differently...if the shoelace hadn’t broken or the delivery truck had moved moments earlier or the package had been wrapped and ready because the girl hadn’t broken up with her boyfriend or the man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier or the taxi driver hadn’t stopped for a cup of coffee or the woman had remembered her coat and had gotten into an earlier cab...
Daisy and her friend would have crossed the street and the taxi would have driven by them.
But life being what it is, a series of intersecting lives and incidents out of anyone’s control, the taxi did not go by and the driver, momentarily distracted hit Daisy and her leg was crushed.
Her leg had been broken in five places and with therapy, and time, she might be able to stand, maybe even walk.
Of course Daisy's leg was no ordinary leg. It was the leg of a world renowned dancer. And now, because of these "intersecting lives and incidences out of anyone's control", her life was forever changed.And this works the same for all of us, of course. We think we are free to go about the business of living our lives autonomously. And up to a point this is true. But how exactly is this point to be determined?
In a large sense our intertwining lives are akin to countless balls on a gigantic pool table. We zig and zag, caroming into each other in ways no one can truly grasp. Yet we can potentially create havoc in another's life simply by stepping back into our apartment to retrieve a coat.
And when people's lives are changed they meet new people, have new experiences, come into contacts with whole new ways of understanding the world.
In other words, the inextricable and oftimes precarious, helter skelter world of daseins.
From the AP wires: The night sky may be a lot starrier than we thought. A study suggests the universe could have triple the number of stars scientists previously calculated. For those of you counting at home, the new estimate is 300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000. That's 300 sextillion.
And here we are on this tiny little planet in the vastness of it all trying to speculate on what it all "means".
Here is how I [often] see things:
Albert Camus speculated that meaning is existential. And by this he meant that, on the wheel of life, there is no ontological rim or teleological hub. There are only the individual spokes [daseins] joined together by whatever God or ideology or philosophical claim of "noumenal reality" that is thought up.
We come from nothing, live out our 70 odd years and then return to nothing. And that can only be as meaningful as we construe it to be.
And how many other life forms orbiting all these stars are pondering the very same mysteries?
Why not just be dumbfounded by all the things we don't even know that we don't even know yet?
And what if there is an infinite number of parallel universes in turn?
Where, with any precision, do "I" really fit into all of this?