Agnosticism is a painkiller for the suffering of a lack of clarity by those who have no interest for various reasons in pursuing it. It justifies to ones conscious their inability to face their skepticism by neglecting their innate curiosity through which they can find truth.
“One couldn’t possibly know” is no answer when one hasn’t hit a wall-so to speak-in pursuit of the answer. Rather it is a way to show unwillingness, disinterest or fear of participating in discoveries made daily, that take us closer to an answer-to-all, by science. Furthermore, it puts the philosophical mind in comatose and gives the individual a false sense of clarity.
Most annoying-to say the least-part of it all is the claim that they know the limits to which human intelligence is bound. To claim that no one can know that a deity exists or not is not only a direct insult to human intelligence but also by claiming that they know humans are incapable of answering a question they haven’t yet failed to, is no different than a claim that there isn’t a god or otherwise.
How can we know if a tree exists when we are not looking?
Humans are sight dependent however it is no more yet no less but equal to the remaining senses. Therefore if we can see a tree but not feel it, it doesn’t seize to exist, it is still there. Applying the same logic, whether or not the tree is available to any of our senses is irrelevant to it’s existence. If it were to be otherwise, it would suggest that our minds create what’s around us which produces the destructive question of “Why are we then, incapable of creating what we desire on command?”.
An argument could be made that our subconscious mind has created the world without the knowledge or consent of the conscious, however it would be a frail attempt to preserve the idea as there would be many ways of explaining why that is impossible whether it be logical or medical. One way to explain it would be that the subconscious mind of a toddler is ought to be different than an adults. Which leads one to wonder why the world has remained the same since our childhood. There is one problem with that idea though. How can we make sure our memories are reliable? How can we know there’s a tomorrow and yesterday was real? The only thing we probably know for sure is right now. This thought process suggests a self-sabotaging view of oneself thus being less pleasant to the mind which makes this idea seemingly less probable, which (objectively) it isn’t.
What do you think? Share you thoughts with a comment, this is an entirely subjective matter!
We have a general idea of who we are however the average human being is poisoned with doubt. Confidence lives on a second-to-second basis, thoughts and ambitions even less. We think we are so superior yet we are anything but. We all have an ideal in our minds of a perfect us yet nobody knows how to bridge the gap. The key here is to understand that the gap doesn’t actually exist.
The perfect you is locked up within waiting to be unleashed and people only realize the fact when a traumatic experience breaks the cage by chance. It’s all down to a moment of sobriety. Not from alcohol, not from drugs, not from entertainment but a moment to sober up from yourself.What set us apart and put us at the top of the food chain was our ability to recognize patterns. We now live inside the box we created, our worlds have become the patterns we created. There’s been nothing stopping you, you’ve just been searching for your keys around your apartment when they were in your pocket. The moment you wake up from the dreary, comatose and absolutely useless dream you call your life right now and look at facts you’ll achieve an understanding of yourself and the time you’ve wasted.
You’re lazy, we as a species are lazy. We are so incapable of actually doing something that we daydream to get a taste of our ambitions and move on to shit sitcoms and internet. The most important thing we’ve lost way down the road was the thirst for knowledge. Knowledge is like a drug, you’ll be addicted once you start using. You can become so much more! Learn new languages, learn about astronomy and global politics, travel, work out, whatever else and strive to become the absolute best you can be. You can look great, feel great but most importantly BE GREAT.
So what is stopping you? When will you realize that while deluding yourself in your excuses you’ve become your own arch nemesis? When will you become the most interesting and amazing person you know?
It’s 10:27 in Istanbul and I’m off to climb the ladder.
Let’s say, for instance, you built a wooden boat and named it Lucy. Eventually you got bored and started replacing the wood with metal piece by piece over the course of a couple of weeks. Soon enough the whole boat was made of metal. So with all the wood you took out, now laying on the side, you decided to build another boat.
After it’s complete, which one is Lucy?
Strangely enough there isn’t an answer neither science nor philosophy can give us. In a manner of speaking, your guess is as good as any. Here’s where it gets interesting. (Think of the answer you gave as you read this next part).
You WERE the wooden boat seven years ago but you NO LONGER ARE. You see the body replaces your cells every seven years. So would you say YOU NOW and the YOU 7 YEARS AGO are the same human being? Maybe…maybe not.
I walked outside. There seemed to be a mist settling down in the hills of my home. I was awakened by the questions torturing my mind but now I wondered the safety within my mind.
My eyes were blood red, dry, my face burned from the shattering headache. Like a steel rod red hot, driving itself into my head. The mist, with the aid of the wind, wet my face gently. Easing the pain just enough to get my mind together. The record player was just making noise, crackling with a ghastly sound through the halls. The sound waves found their way into my head. A long sigh, love is just a long sigh, I walked inside, put on a new record. The sound of an old guitar, the beat settled in an unorthodox manner. I poured more whisky into a used glass. Lipstick stains. Someone was here. Have I been with someone this whole time?
I heard the gentle footsteps, soft skin pushing down on the cold hardwood floor, somewhat in a hurry. Pitter patters in the safety of the fireplace. She sits down, turns to me, now I can see her face decorated by the reflection of the fire. The confusion still in the gray with me. She smiled, unsure of herself. Good morning she whispered. I set down my drink. Was I imagining her? Come sit she said. Too struck to think I submitted. A warm kiss on my chapped, frozen lips. Good morning love, good morning, if you’re really here.
If there’s a grand architect of the universe, then who created him?
When you ask that question you create a paradox. If somebody created God than who created him? If something did, then who created that god? You then end up with an infinite number of gods that created each other and it becomes an endless circle.
The way modern religions relieve themselves of this is to propose an omnipotent god. That also is a paradox in itself. The omnipotence paradox aka the stone paradox goes like this:
“Could an omnipotent being create a stone so heavy that even that being could not lift it?”
If the being could create such a stone than it would no longer be omnipotent since being unable to lift the stone. If not, then it seems the being was not omnipotent after all.