@TickTockMan,
TickTockMan;111608 wrote:People often speak of the universe "making no sense" or being "meaningless" when viewed through the lens of certain philosophies. I wonder, sometimes, why we must insist that the universe have meaning at all. Must it make sense to gratify some human need? Meaning is a label that we as humans sew on to the fabric of reality, isn't it? Cannot some measure of liberation be found in the embrace of meaninglessness?
I've often presented existentialism as a heroic sort of religion. To embrace meaningless is macho, I think. One can look down on the weaklings who need the crutch of illusion.
But meaninglessness itself, inasmuch as it provides this macho heroic pleasure, is also to be doubted. For meaninglessness
also offers the comfort of certainty (one is done with the search for meaning, having abandoned it as futile). This also gives man a chance to play the Byronic hero. He is free in the void, to drink screw and joke his meaningless life away. Kundera calls this the unbearable lightness of being.
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kennethamy;111627 wrote:I can understand that. People often tire of carefully reasoned replies when they are constantly refuted by them. As John Locke said, theologians were enthusiastic about reason until it stopped serving them. Then, they became suddenly people of faith.
Your "refutations" bore me. The role of Mr. Logical is so unheroic. The leaders of the world and their techno-wizards have no need of the type. It's one more religion for chatterers. The world is dominated by realpolitik and applied technology. It simply doesn't appeal to me to lick the boots of the status quo. I feel that your conception of language is errant and limited. Formal logic is a laughable oversimplification of living human language. I would think that a reader of Wittgenstein would be aware of this. In my view,
your concept of reason is theological. This craving for an objective standard to kneel before embarrasses me. So much of philosophy is the chatter of altar boys who are utterly terrified of that Lovely Lady Life, who some have also named Truth. The love of Sophia transcends the role of hall monitor. Philosophy as lingual referee is a spiritually bankrupt notion, founded upon an absurdity, that language can draw a final picture of its own workings. I find genuine theology more respectable than pseudo-theology. If we are going to worship anything outside of ourselves, it should at least be grand and not a pile of deductions.