Minding my own business, I really was, a Sunday with empty bottles and laundry calling, web surfing, a mess of several days all nagging but the internet talking to me and this guy says, join me.
I panicked and said, I can't, I won't, leave me. I fought a slightly good fight, but really I caved but fast, this guy creating accounts and giving instructions and the icing, the cake, the have and eat it too: welcome to Diablog.
It's because of thought. Are they real? What are your thoughts on the subject? This is what I think. Thinking about whether thinking is real, and if it isn't, you become less real for the doing, and if it is, you become more.
It's Descartes of course, and I don't care if "cogito ergo sum" is cliché, it remains philosophically valid. I think, therefore I am.
What if everything we can measure is less real than our thoughts? I'm talking about the sensation of heat, cold or hangover that you're experiencing right now, that's less real than the thinking behind it. I am cold? I feel cold, therefore I am cold. Are your five senses the only route to sensory percetion? Brain mapping has told us the answer, and it is no. Thoughts as reflection of an ultimate realness in a half-real universe, and perhaps transcendentalist thinking is an expression of this utter reality.
It's possible to disagree with the spiritualist conception of thought as an expression of the spirit or soul, and the soul's purpose being one of surpassing a physical world that is ethereal into a spiritual existence that is fully real and the natural realm of thought. Disagreement is an option, dismissal is not.
I would posit this: that thought is the first reality, that thought has more dimensions than its applications to the physical realm, and that thought is equal to spiritual awareness, that life is about the ascension of thought above the limitations of matter.
En masse, humanity has built several civilisations that depended firstly upon the thinking of them, the conception of the possibilities. Thought flows from whatever elemental substance feeds it, and becomes the most important human action. Thought precludes every physical thing.
The guy clearly won because here I am. I'll see you now and then, engaging in a diablog. My name is Sal.
S.Posted by Sal at October 26, 2003 10:10 PM | TrackBack