Dear wild bore, courageously absorbed in mad fury, at the spear tip of a silvery death, from a human,
There is something wrong with a human that does not think. That has its basis in necessity. And is not a philisophic teaching. One must consult daily life. Now, if European science, the teaching of our youth, which we forget we have in our bones, is right, then thinking is a waste of time. One should simply do technological science with one’s whole heart and mind. Yet, we can not know that without stepping away from ourselves, so as to question whether our current way is the true perfection, the right piste leading towards, the zenith of all life on the earth.
You don’t consider that we all had many years of compulsory education. Such that we talk all the time in extreme abstractions without noticing it. Darwin, for example, was the first biologist in our sense. No other beings ever found such talk of “biological beings” readily intelligible. Men understood animals, since they lived near them. But, animals are simply brutes, born from a mother, they are not first thought as some abstracted region of existence like the biological as set alongside the region of mathematical physics, and the chemical region, and perhaps also the psychological or human region proper. The very idea of biology is the most extreme abstraction from daily life, it tacitly speaks of a region of being, and is by no means a simple or “personal” issue.
We grow into being human. You know, for example, Aristotle says, and one has surely had occasion to observe it, or even be aimed at by it, small children call every male “papa” or the like at first. The number and sort of things that are trained, that come over us, befall us as becoming beings, are incredible to sleepwalking humans who take their foundation for granted. The only way we genuinely can see this is by attempting to sense the play of the other ways of being.
It’s obvious the reverse is also true. So this is empty. This question was dealt with at length by Leopardi, Nietzsche, and then a whole generation when the west collapsed into nihilism after the failing of Kant denuded the deep foundation of the European, then Western, confidence in its own development. There is removal of pain, the highest name for that is the sublime, but there is also exalting and rejoicing in the grandeur of being. The highest name for that was, in the Christian age, beatitude. Do you really deny the existence of beauty? Beauty and the noble go together, kalon, it is what is worth our effort, and what in the expenditure of the effort fills us with the encouraging strength to expend more in further exertion.
I don’t accept all these wild theories and mad abstractions, “the brain thinks” and so forth. Life Is not experienced at such strange theoretical remove.
I eschew answering the rest of what you put down, since I think you are dogmatically, so to say, insistent in speaking in the terms of an abstract fantasy which excludes communication concerning direct reality as one finds it based on your answers so far. One lives, indeed, in such a “key idea” as is half present in the average way of speaking, but one can also see that it is vacant. That is when one thinks. You describe the “meaning” already when you write the story you here outline in all the fantastic array of bosh verbiage “the brain thinks” “survival mechanisms” “psychosomatic illness” “basic instincts”. Did anyone speak in such terms even one hundred years ago, will they in thirty thousand? There is your “meaning”, so, it’s already in the appearance of anything for a human.
Something happens, then it becomes “experience” when we repeatedly catch it, when we explain it through some notion, and make a predication of the something. For instance, we call something “psychosomatic illness” and bring it into many spheres of thought and doing that were unavailable in form ages and places and won’t be there in the future. Such things change, and, on occasion, are deliberately changed.
You conflate meaning with another question. That of a perfection of the essence of the human being in a teleology = in “happiness” or the discovered best way to live. That is like, we have an apple seed, now, what is the way to get the best fruit from it. I can’t speak with you because you refuse to clarify terms, you speak from a kind of hypnotic trance which is your blinding promise for thoughtlessness.
This is talk about the whole. The whole is “simple”. It can be found, here, there, and receding into we know not where, “the brain” is one theory about where the whole universe is, a bad, amazingly confused one. The whole might find a prediction: all things. In our age: all “facts”?
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You wrote quite a bit based on radical empirical ignorance. It would take decades to learn these things you opine falsely on properly.