S seems to be treating himself as a stranger here. But he's not. He's part of the universe. He is as strange and likely as problematic as the rest of it. — Coben
2.But seriously, are you really yourself in the world? — Punshhh
To 1. the answer is yes. The answer to 2. is not sure.So you are what you think or know yourself to be and that's all? — Punshhh
Anyone can read words in a book — I like sushi
I haven't claimed that the idea that knowing the origin of negative emotions helps you let go of them is my own original idea, so your comment still seems pointless. — Janus
The point is that you guys, namely @Janus and @MarthaNussbaum think of great ideas the same way as world-class scientists of the past have. If I assume you never became familiar with Freud and his teachings, then you came upon the same great idea by yourself. That's grand.So what? What's your point? — Janus
Same as life's.It's not at all clear what the point of this poll is. — Janus
Understanding the origin of negative emotions does seem to help with gaining some control over and/or quickly letting go of them. — Janus
Maybe. Human nature, definitely. Human failings as causes of philosophical error seems like an unproductive irrelevance to me. — bert1
But what if you're with more than one person and they have conflicting needs? — bert1
Well, truth is more of a stranger in this story than fiction, so Nobody was well on his way to the early days of oblivion…
“How’s it going,” asked Rascal of Nobody.
“It’s raining,” answered Nobody.
“Hardly?” inquired Puff, the better side of the plurality of he and himself.
“It’s hardly raining hardly,” answered Nobody.
“What does that mean exactly?” asked Rascal, along with many others.
“Never mind,” said Nobody. “I have an umbrella!”
Austin piped in that the English language was becoming slightly affected, via the interruptions in past, but encouraged that the journey go on, and so it continued as it progressed and went on.
“By the way, what’s the antecedent of ‘it’ in “It’s raining?” posted WiseGuy, thinking he had posed quite a tough question.
“Nothing,” said Nobody, “in the form of reverse gravity and forward light, the ultimate antecedent, of our time dilation called reality. I’m getting damp.”
Rascal added that “A little rain never hurt Nobody,” a new and original saying that suddenly appeared in the book of the 2501 greatest sayings ever.
“I hope the rain keeps up,” said Nobody.
“Why?” inquired Profpat.
“So then it won’t come down!”
“How’s it going, Nobody?” asked Rascal again, figuring that Nobody’s watch was fast from relativity and that some hours had passed.
Nobody replied, “I heard that the universe was a free lunch, so I’m having it in a restaurant on an asteroid.”
“How is it?”
“The food is great, but there’s no atmosphere.”
Now, there’s always someone who interrupts threads with off the wall stuff, so ChickenMan tried to catch Rascal unawares with “Why did the chicken fly across the road?” and “Did the egg cross into God’s universe before the chicken?”
Rascal, taking all this in stride during a lull, replied, “As allowed by Einstein’s relativity, the road moved to the other side of the chicken, then, the chicken didn’t land so much as the road rose to meet the chicken, as it extended in 4D, much like the baseball field rises to meet the pop up, since All is expanding. Furthermore, chickens can’t fly! Also, the chicken came first, for I can’t really picture ‘God’ sitting on an egg to hatch it. Now, we’re trying to better tune in the universal DNA here, so no more chicken shit posts please!”
“Hold it,” warned Graybeard. “Some critical atoms must have been disturbed by Nobody’s journey. Now the “Ace”, a new name for the formerly bottommost playing card, the lowly “one”, is now higher than the King in many kinds of card games; this is a sacrilege and a travesty! Wait until London hears about this.”
Mkirkpatrick somehow got into the conference call and said, “Just heard, but relax. The All is the One; the “A” on the card really stands for “All”, for this is what gave rise to the monarchy. And of course the one is the One.”
“It’s okay,” Fredrick said calmly, being an expert on numbers and on playing them, “the play and strategy of all affected card games has not been altered in any way. Keep on going, Nobody.”
While some old times passed, Graybeard stood around looking at the man in the moon and watching the grass grow. Fredrick checked his watch to see if he was wearing it and then counted to five on his left hand. Fine. On the other hand, he still had five fingers, so, all was still going well in the good old days. Profpat sharpened his pencil until it got down to the eraser.
Rascal interjected, “Some sort of high stakes poker mania called “Texas Hold ‘em” has broken out in some countries. Googling now. It’s even replacing baseball on many TV channels!”
“It’s okay,” reassured Fredrick, “No harm done. We’ll pass it off as another fad.”
Nobody was heading billions of years into the past, having left the asteroid before he got a polaroid from sitting on it too long, and was passing many frolicking Dodo birds, along with the beginnings of such ancient notions as alchemy and astrology. (Hey, why are hemorrhoids not called asteroids?)
A rickety old rope bridge of rotting planks finally led Nobody past many antiquities such as one-cent stamps and on to the control panel of the ancient broadcasting station of CBS—the Cosmic Broadcast Station.
“Be careful,” advised Profpat. “Be so very delicate with any adjustments. Remember, on Earth, how the tiniest minute adjustment of a shower knob of even a millionth of an inch causes the shower water to become totally steaming hot! No plumber in the universe has ever been able to resolve this problem. It has something to do with quarks, quicks, and quacks.”
“Don’t worry,” answered Nobody. “I’ll be gentle; I’ll just breathe on it slightly. We want clarity in the universe’s DNA and ours, as in improving the reception of a TV set, not unproving it back into the stone age of three channels, all of them baseball games, and the weather, with snow and static on the others. I’ll do my best, come hell or hot water.”
Nobody sprayed a few atoms toward the antenna and waited. His data/video link soon improved but then overloaded from the high transfer speed and burned out. Nobody’s cell phone soon rang, but it was only a solicitor trying to sell him some time-share condos; however, Graybeard finally got through and said “Great, the stars are becoming clearer and I can even see some galaxies with the naked eye, but take it slow; we don’t want to upset the balance of nature by making it too bright at night. It’s good to tighten a screw, but if we tighten it too much and we’re screwed.
“Wait, hold it! I can see Venus, the goddess of love and passion all too well. Yikes, I didn’t know she was that old! Plus, I now have x-ray vision and can see into all the apartments, but the worst thing is that I can hear everything they are saying. Some things should be obscene and not heard! Also, I’m getting something called ‘cartoons’ on my TV set, and they’re really weird, very unreal looking and everyone in them is doing silly things.”
Nobody took out a hand held ‘vacuum’ cleaner and brought a few atoms back in as a fine adjustment.
“Good,” cheered Graybeard, “that’s a good balance. Try something a little higher up and let’s see what happens. I am reading some fluctuations out of kilter around there.”
Notions of up and down were useless in space, so Nobody picked a direction at random.
“No,” said Graybeard. “Not that way; use your other ‘up’.”
“Okay, I’m switching. Back in kilter?”
Graybeard answered, “I don’t know; I’m seeing another goddess.”
Suddenly, the Chicago Cubs, which had finally made it to the World Series of baseball, were swept in four straight games, while the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and other unbelievables in attendance looked on in horror.
Then Michael Jordan gave up basketball for baseball and then switched back to basketball again. Global warming picked up and then an ice age began. Jesus, born a Christian, became Jewish, then converted back again. Hell froze over and then thawed out. The same with the River of Forgetfulness; everyone was walking on water for a while and running like Hell from Hades.
Profpat warned “Watch that shower knob, Nobody; the River Styx just boiled away and a bunch of dead people drowned after many more escaped!”
“Where are they going?” inquired Nobody.
Profpat replied, “They don’t know; they say they have CRS disease.”
“What’s CRS stand for?”
“Can’t Remember Shit.”
“OK guys. A little upper, Nobody” requested Graybeard. “That other direction was a downer.”
Nobody reached up and out, but the bridge creaked and groaned, causing Nobody to slip a bit as a rope frayed, and all the TOE researchers feared that his adjustment time was now quite limited.
Meanwhile, Barry Bonds had broken the home run record, but, of course, steroids would be blamed for it. Mount Rushmore had briefly turned into Presidents Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan, but just as soon returned back. However, the Boston Red Sox still won a World Series for the first time in 100 years.
Also, it turned out that someone named Yogi Berra had said many sayings that seemed to make sense, but really didn’t, like “That restaurant is so crowded that no one goes there anymore”, “It gets dark early out here”, “If people don’t want to come out to the ball park, nobody’s going to stop them”, “It’s deja vu all over again”, “I didn’t really say all of the things I said”, and many more unsayings.
Silly signs appeared on highways, like “Road Works” (it doesn’t work well during construction), and “Speed Zone” (meaning slow down). Something called rap music had become ever-present, as well as a new word, “oxymoron”, which was probably a related event. A funny thing happened to President Clinton, but he wasn’t impeached for it. He neither inhales nor does he have sex.
“This one may be hard to explain,” lamented Fredrick, “but we’ll chalk it up to human nature.”
Nobody did some fiddling of some knobs that he wasn’t supposed to touch, twiddling “More of This-ness”, and, as a result some people on Krypton started to make every shot in basketball games, even from 50 miles away, being really IN THE ZONE, plus doing many other superhuman things. All the TOE viewers from Earth were cheering this, but Fredrick warned them that total perfection might take all the fun out of life.
“Better hold off,” Graybeard suggested.
Nobody dialed the knobs back a little.
RascalPuff interjected, “Some people are now reporting that they can fly like superman in some new event called ‘sleeping hallucinations’ or ‘night dreams’.”
Also, zeroes began to look like the alphabetic letter ‘oh’, causing much confusion, along with ‘one’ looking like ‘el’, and some words began to have the same sound, as called a ‘homonym’ but not a ‘homonim’, and some with similar meanings; as called a ‘synonym’, although it had none itself, and some words now had multiple meanings. And how come ‘monosyllabic’ wasn’t? Nor was ‘phonetic’ spelled the way it sounded. And why was ‘abbreviation’ such a long word without any? Also, ‘love’ was reduced to having only the two good rhymes of ‘dove’ and ‘above’, which soon became overused and stale, frustrating many poets and their readers.
Austin reported that a part of Hawaii had sprung up in Wildwood, NJ, named ‘Sunset Bay’ and that it had had big fat singers, torches, palm trees, waterfalls, tropical flowers, a half-ship at the end of a pier that served as a bar, good food (ordering raw oysters well done), although it consisted of only waves and fields (lucky that his brain turned the noumena into phenomena), and sand all around as a floor. Also, he said that many more ‘o’s had appeared in the word ‘Goo…ooogle’.
Fredrick suggested that the sleeping visions were harmless and probably helped us in some way, that homonyms gave poets even more rhymes, that synonyms and words with multiple meanings would enrich the language, that zeroes could have a slash added through them for differentiation, that typewriters were obsolete, that we could get used to the odd words, perhaps some day getting even with them, that the word ‘of’ now rhymed with ‘love’, that ‘Hawaii in New Jersey’ would be seen as a planned tourist attraction, and that Google’s extra “o’s” would probably get used in a marketing ploy as denoting the internet page ranges of interest. — PoeticUniverse
if there is a God, you might be more than you think — Punshhh
if there is a God, you might be more than you think — Punshhh
That was your teachers' goal! :wink: — Artemis
To be honest, I didn't even think. I literally had a REALLY random ass Idea that popped into my head and it sounded philosophical. — x11z6b3
Science assumes the uniformity of nature in order to [summarize how things work]. That's what Hume identified in the problem of induction and why science is flawed. — Hallucinogen
But seriously, are you really yourself in the world? Or are you simply a culturally conditioned persona, believing a collection of pieces of information given you by imperfect people in your environment? — Punshhh
This is the first time someone called me wise. I am being myself in the world.
You're babbling at bit here. — Punshhh
It requires deductive reasoning from available (conditional) evidence to logical conclusions. — Gnomon
God is not an atheist — NilsArnold
it's literally the hardest writing in the world to understand — NilsArnold
it's literally the hardest writing in the world to understand — NilsArnold
it depends if you have a passion for truth or not — NilsArnold
But occasionally, logic wins out. — Hallucinogen
Ever heard of a brain in a vat? — Echarmion
Force is the product of mass and acceleration. Kinetic energy is, in contrast, half the square of the velocity, times the mass. — Banno
So the definition of god is "mass delusions propagated by the elites in culture"? — Harry Hindu
Is there a difference between Zeus being a god and being fiction, or not? If there is, how do you show it? — Harry Hindu
Exactly. Now what does "fiction" mean? — Harry Hindu
Reasoning entails using reasons to support some claim. If there isn't a reason to claim something, why claim it? — Harry Hindu
Then how could a human even come to have the concept of "god" in their head if there is no reason (evidence) for them to have it? — Harry Hindu
When it comes down to it the question I am asking is:
If you are faced with two options and option A is morally right (deemed so by whatever moral theory you subscribe to) and option B is morally wrong, why would you choose option A?
I am trying to understand what motivates people to behave morally.
Another different way to look at it:
Why would you choose to complete a difficult but morally right task over an easier but morally wrong one? — Seeking Wisdom