What the BLEEP do we know?

To me, one of the most interesting philosophical conversations we can have as human beings is about knowledge. Does “knowledge” come only from our logical minds? Or can it also come from learned experience? Or, is knowledge limited to appearances and experiences (is there such thing as “absolute truth”)? (Kant).

I find most the acceptable explanation of “knowledge” to be that it comes from what we are able to work out in our logical minds. An outlook I find most engaging and plausible is the idea of rationalism, especially the thoughts put forth by Plato. In the mathematical world, facts can almost always be worked out in terms of absolutes. That means things can be proven or dis-proven as factual; true facts are not just theoretical. This certainty cancels out theory in many respects. But does theory have a value in our lives? Is it worth our time to speculate about things that are probable or possible, even if we can’t prove or dis-prove them, 100%?

I believe that within human knowledge, there are different ways of knowing. And I accept that for each individual, “knowing” something often is based on a combination of solid facts and evidence, plus perception, plus lived experience. While I like the rationalist argument about knowledge, and I think it supports my working definition of “knowledge” in the strongest way when it comes to absolute truth, I also give credit to those “known” things which are gathered from lived experiences (empiricism). To me, this “knowledge” is just as valid (and valuable!).

Another important topic in philosophy today is to examine the different ways to sum up the nature of the mind and the self, and to figure out how to define what makes an individual an individual. For many centuries, philosophers have asked this question: what makes me unique? What makes me separate and special from other human beings? I believe a fine line exists between mind and body which part has more control. As rational human beings, I’d say that most of us are mostly guided by our minds. But for some people, the strongest guide is their spirituality.

However, I see that most people recognize another individual by associating that person–the essence of that person–by what is tied to his/her body. When it comes to identity, I mostly accept the Body Theory (we are most connected and defined by our own physical, human vessel). However, there is a romantic, spiritual part of me that believes that all people might have a soul that lives on, even after our human body dies away, and for that reason, I appreciate the Soul Theory, as well.

I’d say most people accept the Body Theory because, culturally, we are used to identifying an individual by what they look like physically. In our minds, we tie actions, ideas, and achievements to a person’s form. The Illusion Theory I find to be hard to accept because while people do grow and change, this growth or change doesn’t mean we start all over again being an entirely different physical identity. It just means a shift or an evolution. The Memory Theory, too, has flaws. Mainly because just because a person could, again, change or grow simply because he/she loses his/her memory, it doesn’t mean other, outside persons wouldn’t consider them the same person essentially because he/she still has the same physical body. Characteristics of that person would still physically be the same, even if the person’s memory was wiped completely clean. For this reason, I think the Body Theory is the most applicable to human experience; as the book says, “same body, same person.”

A third important conversation in philosophy that was covered this semester is the debate over the existence of God. After an early life of religious instruction, much self-reflection and critical thinking on this topic, and after considerations raised by our book and readings from the class website, I still find that there is no definitive proof one way or the other whether God exists or not, and that embracing or rejecting the idea of a higher power is purely a personal process that is largely dependent on one’s upbringing, culture, life experiences and world view.

Personally, I believe in the possibility of an existence of a higher power because I believe that I have witnessed and experienced certain moments in life so great, or so otherwise inexplicable, that, to me, this must be the answer to how or why they occurred. However, I don’t really believe in what thinkers like William Paley (argument from design or intelligent design) or St. Thomas Aquinas (governance and order to the natural world by divinity) have put forth as “proof” that there must be a God, because in both of these cases I see the men’s arguments as inherently too simplistic. They don’t PROVE anything, they just offer a quick and easy observed explanation for the ways of nature. Without any single, solitary, physical, or observable proof, it’s impossible to quantifiably prove the existence of God. Even if you have a good theory. It’s simply impossible to prove this to another person. Period.

When considering the meaning of life, I think its interesting to see how various different cultures, and even people of different eras, have organized their times around their activities to show what was important to them or what were the major factors in their lives at different times and in different places. The big question of What is it all about? Can have a multitude of answers, depending on the individual. Personally, in my talks with friends, colleagues, students, and acquaintances, I have heard all kinds of different ideas for Why we are here. Some people believe that humans, as a part of nature, were solely designed just to procreate; to keep advancing our race and to assure perpetuation of our species. Other people, especially in our modern Capitalistic society, believe that the meaning of life is to accrue as much capital and as much power as is necessary to be termed “successful.” Still others in our society are on a quest for “happiness;” and other people yet believe that the essence of existence is to serve other people—to make others happy and comfortable.

On this question, again, I can accept the things that other people would define as their own, personal, meaning of life and life motivation. However, I agree with the book and the online reading, especially the reading “Feminist Philosophy and Visions of the Future,” that if we want to become a more ethically responsible, civil, advanced society, we need to, collectively shift our values and our thinking to a set of ideas and practices that are more humane, egalitarian, eco-conscious, nurturing and supportive. This will mean putting an end to tyranny and oppression, and potentially even war and competitiveness. I am not sure exactly how we will come to do this, but I think that it is the right direction for humans to embrace in order to work towards advancement and growth of our race. It only holds us back when any people of the world are suffering, scared, abused, neglected or have to go without their basic needs being fulfilled.

When I think about philosophy and the “meaning of life,” my personal values center around humanism. I like to think of myself as an accepting person. I really think our culture needs to value more flexibility in ways of knowing and relating to the physical world, and allowing openness to outlooks of spirituality. In general, I see a lot of open-mindedness and Socratic considerations going on, and I think that’s a good thing.

While I stated that I do embrace rationalism, and accept as absolute truth those things which can be mathematically and physically proven on earth, I also think it is important to embrace abstract theories of explaining phenomenon, and also to recognize different “ways of knowing.” The human mind and experience is just so interesting and so varied. I believe that no two people—even identical twins—can possibly have EXACTLY the same life experience here on earth. For that reason, it is important to make accommodations to hear EVERYONE’s viewpoint and to consider all the different perspectives and opinions that might exist on a given topic. This is what I teach my students when we discuss rhetoric and research-writing; to give equal thought and consideration, and oftentimes support, to all sides of the argument. This might seem daunting, or even at times, impossible, but I believe that recognizing all the players and all the different, diverse lived experiences that make up the human condition will help us become more advanced, consideration, sympathetic and humane as a race.

On an outside note, I have recently been following the thoughts of Arizona State University professor and atheist Lawrence M. Krauss who has been active in the discussions about the discovery of the Higgs Boson particle, a discovery made by researchers of physics of what could be one of the “original” particles that led to the creation and formation of our universe. Many are calling this little particle the “God particle,” and claiming that its mere existence must solidly, scientifically prove that God in fact does NOT exist, because the finding of this particle very strongly helps support the Big Bang theory. But the flaw with this reasoning is this: sure, if Big Bang is correct, then our Biblical explanation of the start of the world found in the Book of Genesis (Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve) must not be correct. Fine and sure, plenty of scholars have already argued the story’s implausibility all over the place in the past. But how can scientists really think that the mere existence of the particle really disproves the existence of a greater power? In support of the idea of God, couldn’t someone else just come along with this statement: “Sure, the Higgs Boson particle supports the theory of the Big Bang. But let’s go one step even further: Who created that particle?”

On Day-Jobs

The reason I haven’t been able to live up to my New Year’s Resolution (write and post new blog post each month) is sort of a cop-out. I can admit that. But I can not admit to is writer’s block. I just don’t believe it exists. Even if you are just writing out checks, writing your name on the wall, writing comments on someone’s terrible research paper, at least you are writing. Putting pen or pencil to paper; touching fingers to keyboard. That still counts as writing! Doesn’t it? (Um… I think).
I’ve been searching for the perfect creative project, and–to be honest–I feel a little stuck.
I have one longterm, academic paper I’ve been working on since last summer. And the problem with that one is not that is doesn’t currently hold my interest–it definitely does. It’s just that every time I touch it, it seems to grow. Now it is so unwieldy, I think it might have to be a book.
And that is a problem.
It’s a problem because now, in my adult life. Let I admit this? yes, I guess I do–I let: I am, now in my 30s, having time, as in leisure time/free time/beach time/jerk-off time/”me”-time grows scarcer and scarcer. Those moments in which I actually get to sit back and reflect on myself, and maybe even seconds in between I get to think about my writing, grow fewer and farther between.
This is a hard reality of growing up. (Oh, graduate school! And your long hours of contemplation! Getting to sleep in because I didn’t have to go to my day job while I was living it up in student-loan-land. Toiling for hours upon hour on equipment rented for free from my school. Toiling for hours and hours more editing and assembling my beautiful projects. Even if only I thought they were beautiful. Oh, beautiful grad school! How I miss you. You went by too fast).
What I’m driving at is this; even though I NEED it, and I somewhat enjoy it, my day job is getting in my way of producing creative content. And I am feeling frustrated and mad and frankly, empty. I’m feeling lately like I need positive reinforcement in order to keep working–in order to keep having ideas worth writing about.
I’ve slowed down. I haven’t met my goal of at least one blog post per month. And it’s not because I’m burnt out on writing. I fear, it’s because I am growing burnt out on my day-job. Which, ironically enough, is TEACHING WRITING.
So, forgive me, but tonight I am using my little WordPress blog here to be selfish and air my frustrations about not writing. While I continue to brainstorm and develop new ideas for the future, at least I can go to sleep together with this very small satisfaction:
At least for tonight, I’m writing about writing.