reohn2 wrote:gaz wrote:Philosophy used to be a bit difficult for me too, sometimes it still is.
I try and figure it out myself
Here is the tragedy of modern life - even more so of post-modern life: we are deluded enough to think that we can "figure it out for myself".
First, there is no individual self of the kind we imagine lives somewhere in our heads like a small homunculus judge, able to look at itself in some magically objective fashion. We are one big lump of integrated physical stuff from which emerges the chimera of self-consciousness. There is great puzzlement, even today, about what it means to be self-conscious. And what we are conscious of. The form of our consciousness is largely an historical, cultural and social construct formed mostly of language and other symbologies, which talk to us in our heads.
Secondly, there is no "me" as a somehow distinct, separate individual entity but rather an amalgam of physical stuff, much of which is actually a set of co-operating buglets, many of which can exist quite happily when "me" is dead and gorn. Also, "me" is just the latest exudation of the evolutionary process, requiring a great long chain of stuff going back into history. There are no human "mes" arising spontaneously well-formed from nowt. And "I" have an absolute need of the other humans, since without them "I" would likely wither and die very quickly.
Thirdly, the physical stuff of "me" is just one aspect. A large part of "me" is the stuff swirling about the brainbox, which is what tends to direct the vast majority of human actions, including those working against the directives of genetic evolutionary demands, such as self-preservation or even the fundamental directive to breed! This mental stuff is installed by cultural forces, which exist as an enormous socio-historical monster external to "me", full of all sorts, arising from and encompassing every "individual" as we all interact through history and society. Especially today, humans have become one enormous global lump. More like a slime mould than a collection of true individuals, really.
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Well, one could go on and on undermining the notion of the individual and it's capacity to either be itself or figure out itself. That is our tragedy: we are deluded about what we are yet trapped in various kinds of such delusions as there is no alternative. It's one reason why humans invent to notion of the afterlife, in which the truly real is revealed and we can understand and be what we really are. If only!
Cugel, just another cell in the human mycelium rotting down the world.