Good grief, but intellectuals think too damn much. You’re gonna make yourself sick that way. Where you are stuck is in the entirely western notion that a thing must be proven true to be accepted as true, and by extension that you cannot believe in what you cannot prove.
Poor you. Such crippling allegiance to the rational view of things makes you entirely immune, apparently, both to a continuing stream in reality of things which can never be proven, and to an erratic but very real ability to utilize and benefit from things you have little comprehension of. Thinking you need to understand things, blinds you to simply flowing with reality as it presents itself, whether you can explain it or not.
In its way, this excess of rationalism is the ultimate road to alternative facts. The belief (!) that things must make sense to be reliable, and that what does not make sense can be made to once its code is broken and its facts revealed, is the ultimate form of idealizing: I can make sense of this if I keep trying to. What is that, but projecting an ideal onto an unknowable future, and expecting that future to comply?
What I do for bill money, is fix up people’s houses. Whatever they want, any trade, any design, any degree of expense, my job is to make it happen. Trouble is, with the neighborly and informal way my services are structured, most of the time the client doesn’t really know in full what they want, and I don’t presume to know all the correct things to suggest to them.
So I simply assume, in my carpenterial mysticism (it’s a way more metaphysical walk of life than you’d think, just ask Jesus, or Miyamoto Musashi), that the finished outcome is already a thing, down to its last screw, pipe fitting or bead of caulk, merely awaiting us in a near future for me and my clients to discover and implement it, one detail, one decision at a time. You’d be astonished how well this works, and how successful the results are in terms of the client getting what they want without even having known fully what that was going to be.
I really don’t care if science and philosophy and metaphysics are all stumped by a thing I consider obvious: that things exist in a future which we merely believe is uncertain and flexible, and have a way of causing themselves into existence using what we think are our creativity and imaginations to come up with them.
I happen to believe that much of human achievement is actually a reconstruction of the future, where essences of things really do exist and which cause what we think is trial and error as a process of invention, when what we are really doing in our trying and erring, is trying to remember, and erring because we are deluded by the fallacy that time is linear and uni-directional.
When we remember the future, we have to explain it away in rational terms, because the fiction that is logic tells us this cannot be so. Therefore we remember it badly, as we tell ourselves we are imagining rather than remembering.
So we make a lot of mistakes, mostly for not simply accepting on faith that past, present and future are all the same moment (or might be, or had probably been, or may well turn out to be, etc) and do not depend on our opinion to the contrary, or our limited internal capacity for processing the notion of time, to just keep being reality, whether we accept it or explain it away or deny it.
The rational mind is the smallest and most confining prison cell one can choose, in which to travel through time and space. It is only a purely speculative and wishful faith in the rational view ‘s ability to deliver truth, that keeps anyone chained in it. Or you can just get up, walk out, and experience the freedom of taking things as they are, including the parts you can never explain. (Which is most of it, by the way….)
So often-times it happens
that we live our lives in chains,
and we never even know
we have the key.