I call them objectivists myself. But even the objectivists themselves can be more or less informed, more or less intelligent, more or less articulate.
Here, however, the “celebration of ignorance” is on a colossal scale.
Well, you know, if I do say so myself. I don’t deny that my own assessment here is any less an existential contraption rooted in dasein and encompassed in my own set of political prejudices. But I’d like to believe that I do aim more for substantive exchanges.
That’s why I propose to the objectivists that we take their own value judgments and explore them given this framework:
And, here, the lowest common denominator element revolves not just around the fulminating fanatics, but also the yak, yak, yak, social media crowd. An “exchange” often consists of one or two lines here, one or two lines there. Basically “bullshitting”.
There seems to be at least two types or layers of ignorance.
One: You could know something, assuming there is something to know, but you don’t.
Two: You do know something, but you choose to (or are fated to) ignore, root word of ignorance, whatever is ultimately already known.
As for dumbing down, that seems to refer to the first type. However that is assuming that true, actual, real knowledge can be had. Generally, that is assumed. Although, the philosophy of knowledge can be debated and has been examined by far greater minds than my own.
As for Two, that type is more mysterious. How can we conceptualize things like perfection or permanence, when our experience only allows for imperfection and what is temporary? Unless, we knew of it and experienced it before our being born. Maybe our souls come from some heavenly state to begin with.
Anyway, Carl’s quote seems to reflect the first type, in which case we are obliged to “play along,” while we ignore the second type.
Is dumbing down a problem? Yes. But maybe not. Did I bullshit good enough?
Most suffer from type 2, Willful ignorance based on man’s fears or man’s greatest sin which may be self deceit. Self deceit and fear in man remind me of a mobius strip, one side flipping to the other side of the same coin in a sense.
We begin with a clean slate, old soul intact, to progress beyond being a man but if man cannot overcome his fears his self deceit, how will he ever progress past the limits he places on himself? Isn’t the unknown our greatest fear? Is death the worst that can happen? That last question reminds me of the 80s movie Mindwarp in the magnitude of its self responsibility.
I do fear it. But I’m probably a little more curious than afraid. If, and I suppose it’s a big IF around these ILP parts, that heaven is a better realm, than death is not the worst thing that can happen.
As for self deceit, it may be a benefit to die, so to speak, before our actual death. So I’ve heard. I still hang on to an ego, for now.
Okay, let’s say Heaven is absolute radiant peace, feeling whole…would you be satisfied to only feel one way forever, even if it was the greatest feeling? Or would you grow to miss the spectrum of feelings?
Because I caught a glimpse of heaven or some aspect of it through medtitation, I remember wanting it forever, feeling like it was forever, but also doubting that it was forever. To be honest, I fear re-incarnation sometimes more than the death of my current life. So I’m a forever cat.
In other words, you seem to have missed altogether this part: “I’d like to believe that I do aim more for substantive exchanges.”
Ignorance of what? Fear and deceit in regard to what point of view regarding, say, the arguments that Joker makes regarding Trump’s disappointing decision not to pursue a new “civil war”.
It was simple. It began in the head chakra, on the crown. It appeared like a light or the snow cap of a mountain top, then it flooded downwards really fast into my body, so that I no longer had a body. I was part of the whole light. I didn’t have thoughts for a short time, just felt the wholesome perfection. Then I felt what I can only describe as the masculine presence of god. This is despite the fact that I lean towards a dual gender god, an it, in my waking beliefs. It was goodness, or what I would call, supreme goodness which I then discovered was different than earthly goodness.
I don’t want to start a thread about it because most people won’t believe me.
I’m searching for puzzle pieces about the nature of existence, gathering clues echoed in others. I may not undestand it all but I believe in astral projection of the soul raising and lowering onto other planes. I’m trying to get more details that correspond to my own happenings. I may continue to bug you for information as I do Ecmandu and others.
You can bug me about that stuff if you’re curious. It only happened once.
As for astral projection, I don’t know if this counts but I did some salvia divinorium, which is a hallucination drug that caused me to leave the room I did it in, and travel into another body in a different state. It only lasted 10 minutes. But it also involved remote viewing.
Not has healthy or as recommended as meditation, obviously.
I trust the meditation experience over drug induced even though both probably are affecting the soul/body combo in similar ways. Why did you leave Heaven? Astral projection is easier when you are hypomanic, you have and can wield positive energy easier. My body rejects illicit drug substances, it’s weird. Then I super overindulged, not taking the hint, to try to get some effect, and it’s the worst so I mark each one tried and on the never again list.
I left that Heavenly state not long after I began having my own thoughts again. My thoughts went like this . . . “Is this forever? This feels like forever. Is this forever?” The light then began to retract.
I even had a moment to ask to see if any loved ones were there. I looked to my left and in the midst of all the white I saw three slender tubes with still more white light inside, and I could feel who they were.
Heaven could be entirely different than my experience, that’s why I say only a glimpse of some aspect of it.
I agree with you that peace is a feeling. And from that experience, I felt as though god were a feeling, as well.
Yeah, Peace is like an overwhelming drug that keeps you in slow motion until you adjust or attune. I struggled to think and got angry about being drugged. I didn’t try to make that or any experience happen, I was either soulnapped or my conscious energy aligned with that plane somehow. I like to believe…soulnapped (kidnapped).
Nope, the body was gone. The white space expanded in infinite directions, my entire field of vision. It was as wholesome or as purely connected as I could ever conceive. Oneness.
No, what I was asking for is if you worried or wondered about your corporeal body? Like if it was okay or in distress. Now the place I went was all light too, but the light was the color of a dandelion and the place wasn’t small or huge feeling.
I forgot all about the very idea of a body. I don’t remember it being a concern of mine at all. When I saw the tubes or the vessels of my loved ones, I didn’t compare them to bodies of the past. I only contrasted the light that was in them to the light around them. A thin difference.
I’m not sure what to make of your colors or space.