Monday January 7th 2013
This time of year, a mind begins to boggle itself by
thinking of ways to understand the "Meaning of Being." Quite why,
I don't know. But let's call it "Winter Break," so as to avoid
confusion with purpose and other such nonsense, and at the same time
retain "noun-ness." Then if I think of "Winter Break"
in terms of something that exists, an essence, or spirit, or smoke
swirling around, I have to think of each word, "Winter" and "Break," as
having a realness or an existence beyond the definition of the
word "Winter" and in the word "Break." Yet the moment after the
words "Winter Break" are uttered, they disappear. And here, after
the words "Winter" and "Break" are uttered, they do not have to be
repeated on endlessly because most of us still cling to the hope that
both the words "Winter" and "Break" maintain existence within some sort
of loose leaf folder contained within the mind.
The perfectly sensible materialist
argument against the idealists, is essentially that unless the substance of
a something can be "held in the hand," theoretically or actually, it's
pretty much pointless trying to understand it, because a something that
cannot be "held in the hand" is for any useful purpose invisible, or "not
here." Which is to say that the most positive a person can be toward
something that has no substance is to say that "it may or may not exist."
For example, ghosts may or may not exist, and as far as I know, ghosts are
not hunted down, popped in a jar and if they have been I'd like to
know which museum of natural history they are displayed in. Words,
some might be able to say, have been hunted down, and you can find their
corpses, some of them beautifully mummified, in any number of places.