> Our collective judgment is just intersubjective odium.
I like the term "intersubjective" . . . there are shared subjective positions that aren't quite objective but also seem like more than purely, singularly subjective.
I have so far resisted Berkeleyan Idealism, even though I have been curious about modern Idealists like Bernardo Kastrup. Simulation theory is depressing and weird, which, of course, is not an argument against it. That said, I want to find the pieces of these thought strains that can and should be reconciled with science and naturalist metaphysical commitments. You have offered a couple of very nice trailheads with these links and some fabulous passages, like this: "Each awakening is a complete and absolute reawakening to reality. The joy of this is in no way diminished by the problems of life. It is perfect awareness of the reality of being this being, of being limitless reality. This being, self-aware and self-knowing, recalls every moment of every dream, not as a troubling recollection of miseries but as a wondrous journey home."
> Our collective judgment is just intersubjective odium.
I like the term "intersubjective" . . . there are shared subjective positions that aren't quite objective but also seem like more than purely, singularly subjective.
I'm glad, Domenic. This bothers a lot of people.
I have so far resisted Berkeleyan Idealism, even though I have been curious about modern Idealists like Bernardo Kastrup. Simulation theory is depressing and weird, which, of course, is not an argument against it. That said, I want to find the pieces of these thought strains that can and should be reconciled with science and naturalist metaphysical commitments. You have offered a couple of very nice trailheads with these links and some fabulous passages, like this: "Each awakening is a complete and absolute reawakening to reality. The joy of this is in no way diminished by the problems of life. It is perfect awareness of the reality of being this being, of being limitless reality. This being, self-aware and self-knowing, recalls every moment of every dream, not as a troubling recollection of miseries but as a wondrous journey home."