Personally…
- I deny Tab’s existance.
- I accept Tab’s existance.
- I wish I didn’t have to accept Tab’s existance.
A quick pre-emptive apology (if such a thing exists) - “sorry if a variation of the following has been posited and blown out of the water already somewhere else - if so - my only claim to originality is that it hasn’t been done previously by me…”
And a quick dedication: to my baby boy - if he hadn’t thrown up on me about an hour ago, this post would never have come into existance… Any muse is good muse as far as I’m concerned - even babysick.
[size=125]Imagine a slow dismemberment of the senses…[/size]
…let me put your eyes out first - now light does not exist save in the heat that blossoms in your skin at noon. Let me destroy your awareness of hot and cold, now light only exists in the pain of sunburn. Now let me take away your pain, and leave you comfortably numb… Light is gone.
Let me take away touch, no longer will you feel the roughness of your stubble, or the silk of your lover’s skin. Take away the texture and taste of food in your mouth, the liquid squelch of it sliding down your gullet, and the gastric gurgles in your stomach. No more will you feel the fullness of your bowels and the football of your bladder after too many beers, nor the relief of expulsion. No more smells, not even the sensation of air in your nostrils. No more sounds - The thudding of your heart and the swelling of your chest will go unheeded…
Now I disengage your awareness of body position - you will move your arm and no longer know where it is. Fall, and you will never know if you’ve clambered back onto your feet… The meat is forgotten and
the outside world of physical objects is gone.
What’s left - Your little thinker, alone in the void. An Uroboros- the snake of your mind clasping the tail of its memories…
So far - so Descartes. Everything external is unprovable. Time has lost its meaning without an updating source of light.
My first question to the nihilists out there…
You accept nothing but the thinker… (please God let them say “yes”)
So if I have brought you to a state where there is nothing but your thinker remaining, and I inject you with a series of psychoactive drugs, giving you some time between each dose, to recover your ‘normal’ brain chemistry… Your brain state prior to the drugs is remembered… You find you cannot actively/simply ‘re-think’ yourself into the altered state you remember as being suddenly different to the previous ‘normal’ state. Are you not forced to accept the presence of some external factor operating on your thinker…? And if you accept this one external force - do you have any reason left to doubt the wielder of the syringe…?
Anyway - if you’re just sitting there thinking - ah Tabula’s just talking out of his arse again - doesn’t he know about that fallacy thingy that says - “What comes does not necessarily have to resemble what came before… Just because we’ve already observed it happen that way a quadrillion times” (Okay-okay so I’ve forgotten the fancy pants name for it - shoot me - probably ‘Ad-hoc-blip-blop-Rip-Van-winkle’ in layman’s latin)
Let’s take it further:
The foetus in the womb - as soon as it begins to be aware, it is overcome with sensation: The crash of its mothers heart, the tides of her breathing, the joyful song of her voice, the ripple of fluid between its vestigal toes, the wiggling of its tiny fingers, the muffled roar of the world outside the red walls of its residence.
A nasty scientist comes along (not me - I’ve done enough nasty things in the lab to last a lifetime) and does the same to the foetus- before that awakening - removes all possibility of sensation. Severs all avenues of stimulus. Casting its thinker into the void before it even feels the warmth of its mother’s blood.
The baby comes to term, is born, lives. The nasty scientist hooks it up to a wonderful new machine that monitors thought.
I’ll bet you a million pounds that the poor little mite would just register white noise.
Why…? Because your thinker is those stimuli, is those sensations, touches, hearings, seeings. Without external stimuli, to build an internal language of mind on top of, there can be no thinker, no thoughts to think…
My second question to the nihilists out there…
How can you develop ‘thought-concepts’ to think with without having an external frame of reference to build them on…? I accept it’s possible to think without words, but without even learned and remembered sensual data…? I don’t (ahem) think so…
And please don’t tell me that we’re each born with a whole universe of latent knowledge (for your given definition of knowledge) already sequestered in our heads… And generate/regurgetate it as is required. My baby’s already regurgetated on me enough for one evening…
So anyway - if our thinkers are even in part the sum of our sensual experience, that must mean that things external to our thinkers exist separate from it. ie: denying the existance of the external is bollocks - not to put too finer a point on it.
Anyway - fully expect İmp or another of his gloomy ilk ( ) to come along and sink my pretty ship with a few well-placed words… Try not to be too brief, as I’d like to really understand why I’m wrong rather than just be wrong… If you get my drift…
Oh yes, and a bit of swearing would be nice too, I haven’t ad-hommed anyone in ages, and I’m feeling I’ve become far too polite recently.