Well, that’s kind of a deep and complicated question. I suppose it’s to some degree a matter of perspective. Let’s say that the thing in itself is stipulated by all relevant parties to be a chocolate cake. We could use the term “chocolate” to qualify the term “cake” in order to narrow our view of what exactly the characteristics of the cake may be. However, the possibility remains that other qualifiers may accuratley apply even opposite ones at the same point in time. Suppose that when I was a child, my uncle used to burn me with chocolate covered cigarettes, now since then I’ve had a complex which prevents me from viewing chocolate in anything other than a negative light. Now let’s say that some other person had an identical experience as mine, with the only difference being that they were burned with angel food cigarettes rather than chocolate ones.
Now I run into this person online, and a conversation about cakes arises. The conversation leads to a discussion of a partcular cake. The cake in question, unknown from a first hand empirical perspective by both parties is determined by come kind of stipulation to be a chocolate one. Now we know we’re talking about the same cake, (the one we’re going to ship out for the big ILP/Skype cake and ice cream party).
Now we’re talking about not just cakes, and not just kinds of cakes, but about an individual, particular, induplicable cake occupying a unique place in both space and time, an aspect of its identity which can never be the same as that of another cake given the proper definition and description of which precise cake we’re talking about. And as far as you and I know, it’s a chocolate one.
So we’re saying now, that the thing in itself is stipulated, in this case, to be a chocolate cake. Now here’s where shit gets crazy…
Inside of me, I get a gross feeling, my palms start to sweat. I get anxious and start to have haunting flashbacks of being burned with those chocolate cigarettes. So my feeling is “yuck”. I hate this.
But you on the other hand, you just feel great when you hear it. It’s like, chocolate is your favorite. You’re just glad it’s not an angel food cake or you’d be feeling just like me.
So now back to the whole label attaching thing…How is it that one cake, an individual one with no duplicates, can be both terrible and great at the same time? Holy shit.
I think it’s because the parts of it that are terrible and great are secondary and not necessary to its essence, but that’s just my opinion.
I dunno man. I’m not even gonna read this before I click send. And I have to go to work now.
I’m really not even sure that we’ll be able to coordinate the whole cake exchanging thing. It’d take a long time. It might go bad. Sick philosophers everywhere…ok really gotta go now.
Welcome to ILP again.