How do we determine 'reality'? Is it not that we perceive a world as real via our senses and act accordingly? In essence, peripheral receptors are activated, causing a depolarisation of afferent nerves. This may be pressure causing a leak of sodium, or temperature opening ion gates, or light hitting rods and cones, depending on the receptor, thus initiating an impulse. This goes to centers in the brain, initiating involuntary actions on occasion (such as shivering) and perhaps being ultimately perceived by the conscious mind, an entity of which we have very little physiological understanding. Peripheral nerves may travel via the Spinal cord, where second order neurons may be modulated, so that for instance all pressure is not perceived as a painful stimulus.
Thus sense data is received, resulting in further electrochemical effects in brain synapses and at some unknown point, this becomes consciously known. All of these are modulated though, as pain is.
In the past, people read aloud whenever they read anything for instance, but today we read silently. Augustine was amazed that Ambrose of Milan could read without even softly speaking the words or moving his lips. It was not the norm in his day, where reading was aloud. This is a skill which we subsequently came to teach children as they read, to do so silently. When reading, we activate Wernicke's language area to understand what we are reading, but we also activate Broca's speech area - the latter impulses' effects just get modulated away so that we don't speak the words. This is why in old age or in severe stress, we may start speaking words as we read them, when we didn't intend to. Modulation and inhibitory pathways such as GABA are important.
With this, we construct our world. But we aren't truly perceiving the world, but modulated sensation. This explains why people may perceive phantom pain from non-existent limbs, or something very cold perceived as 'burning'. This also comes into play with perception in another way, for what we are consciously aware of, may be thus altered. There are things like Inattentional Blindness, in which out of place objects are not seen, even if blatantly in front of someone (such as the famous experiments in which no one noticed the man in the gorilla suit). What data is given is thus not necessarily perceived as such.
'Reality' as a simulacrum, is thus held by a conscious mind, who perceives distance or hardness or objects, but can in no way really know if this image he has is truly what there is. He needs to trust his senses, but they themselves are beholden to it and accuracy indeterminable, either by non-volitional modulation or psychologically. In like manner, he cannot even by intersubjective means establish this, as only via the prism of his senses can he establish that others exist, but cannot determine if they are conscious as well, or merely thought to be so. So if their simulacrum matches his, is unknown, since they themselves are merely aspects of his own.
This is not only for concretes, but also abstracts. They are however a priori constructions within in the mind, or derivitive values based on perceived concretes, that cannot be broken down to brute sense data. We can perceive something as hard, but we cannot feel 'hardness' itself as such. Think of mathematics, which is either imageless as pure mental abstraction or perceived of necessity in the form of symbol or language - presented as if really a concrete, in a way. As we act as if speaking when we are reading, so we act as if seeing or moving when imagining or dreaming, and abstract conceptions are bound to physical perception.
We create a stage, a world we are told of matter in curved space upon which forces act and energy is expended; itself scientific ideas wrapped in metaphor. But for all we know, we may be a lone actor strutting his own stage in practiced soliliquy.
What we perceive as our world is really our reified abstraction, a property of mind therefore. If the stage holds true, it is the abstract property derived of depolarisation, of action potential, of electrochemical gradient and chemical reaction. Even the 'I', the self, merely an abstraction, perhaps a process of perception.
Our perception, which is our only way of interacting with a 'reality' as such, is a really just a property of mind. The ancients knew this. For this is why Plato looked to abstract Forms, and the Greek philosophies ultimately to Nous or Logoi of Nature in the Stoic sense; why Mahayana Buddhism teaches that the world is void or Sunya, with perceived reality a property of subsidising mind within the Great Buddha Nature; why the Tao underlies all things.
Unfortunately when discussing such things, our understanding thereof, is itself a part of our simulacrum. It is of the portrait we paint, an abstraction within what we are seeking to describe. This is why the Tao that can be known is not the Tao; why Nirvana denotes a non-duality that is perhaps inexpressible, why forms can only be grasped imperfectly. This is perhaps why Thomas Aquinas said all his theology is but straw.
If a series of soliliquies are being performed, if there is intersubjectivity instead of steady solipsism, then it makes sense to look for that outside my stage. I myself cannot look beyond it, for I see just its plaster and clapboard and its painted characters. If something underlying them all is truly existent, then this would be the ground of Being, supplying the various abstractions. Again the One of Plotinus, the Tao, the Summus Dei, or what have you. Perhaps its purest expression lies in I AM that I AM, a gratuitous self-existence. I need to hear the Author, or the faint applause. Else I am condemned to forever strut my entrances and exits, not knowing if the shadows on the wall my mind creates, are veridical. If not, it is an Acta est Fabula to all my pretension to know. My mutterings might be drowning out the Playwright's line, my concentration leading to unrealised blindness in dazzling stage lights. A line needs to be drawn, or an assumption made otherwise, which of necessity might merely be the tinned score of my lonesome play.
The mystics know this, and mystical experience across the board sounds similar enough that they may be approaching this, with caveat that they aren't merely my own figures.
We only approach one another in the abstract though, in the abstraction of language, in metaphor. It is mythopoeic, it is the oblique approach. As all that we perceive is a construction as such, a creation of reified abstractions, a living metaphor.
For in the beginning was the Word.
Thus sense data is received, resulting in further electrochemical effects in brain synapses and at some unknown point, this becomes consciously known. All of these are modulated though, as pain is.
In the past, people read aloud whenever they read anything for instance, but today we read silently. Augustine was amazed that Ambrose of Milan could read without even softly speaking the words or moving his lips. It was not the norm in his day, where reading was aloud. This is a skill which we subsequently came to teach children as they read, to do so silently. When reading, we activate Wernicke's language area to understand what we are reading, but we also activate Broca's speech area - the latter impulses' effects just get modulated away so that we don't speak the words. This is why in old age or in severe stress, we may start speaking words as we read them, when we didn't intend to. Modulation and inhibitory pathways such as GABA are important.
With this, we construct our world. But we aren't truly perceiving the world, but modulated sensation. This explains why people may perceive phantom pain from non-existent limbs, or something very cold perceived as 'burning'. This also comes into play with perception in another way, for what we are consciously aware of, may be thus altered. There are things like Inattentional Blindness, in which out of place objects are not seen, even if blatantly in front of someone (such as the famous experiments in which no one noticed the man in the gorilla suit). What data is given is thus not necessarily perceived as such.
'Reality' as a simulacrum, is thus held by a conscious mind, who perceives distance or hardness or objects, but can in no way really know if this image he has is truly what there is. He needs to trust his senses, but they themselves are beholden to it and accuracy indeterminable, either by non-volitional modulation or psychologically. In like manner, he cannot even by intersubjective means establish this, as only via the prism of his senses can he establish that others exist, but cannot determine if they are conscious as well, or merely thought to be so. So if their simulacrum matches his, is unknown, since they themselves are merely aspects of his own.
This is not only for concretes, but also abstracts. They are however a priori constructions within in the mind, or derivitive values based on perceived concretes, that cannot be broken down to brute sense data. We can perceive something as hard, but we cannot feel 'hardness' itself as such. Think of mathematics, which is either imageless as pure mental abstraction or perceived of necessity in the form of symbol or language - presented as if really a concrete, in a way. As we act as if speaking when we are reading, so we act as if seeing or moving when imagining or dreaming, and abstract conceptions are bound to physical perception.
We create a stage, a world we are told of matter in curved space upon which forces act and energy is expended; itself scientific ideas wrapped in metaphor. But for all we know, we may be a lone actor strutting his own stage in practiced soliliquy.
What we perceive as our world is really our reified abstraction, a property of mind therefore. If the stage holds true, it is the abstract property derived of depolarisation, of action potential, of electrochemical gradient and chemical reaction. Even the 'I', the self, merely an abstraction, perhaps a process of perception.
Our perception, which is our only way of interacting with a 'reality' as such, is a really just a property of mind. The ancients knew this. For this is why Plato looked to abstract Forms, and the Greek philosophies ultimately to Nous or Logoi of Nature in the Stoic sense; why Mahayana Buddhism teaches that the world is void or Sunya, with perceived reality a property of subsidising mind within the Great Buddha Nature; why the Tao underlies all things.
Unfortunately when discussing such things, our understanding thereof, is itself a part of our simulacrum. It is of the portrait we paint, an abstraction within what we are seeking to describe. This is why the Tao that can be known is not the Tao; why Nirvana denotes a non-duality that is perhaps inexpressible, why forms can only be grasped imperfectly. This is perhaps why Thomas Aquinas said all his theology is but straw.
If a series of soliliquies are being performed, if there is intersubjectivity instead of steady solipsism, then it makes sense to look for that outside my stage. I myself cannot look beyond it, for I see just its plaster and clapboard and its painted characters. If something underlying them all is truly existent, then this would be the ground of Being, supplying the various abstractions. Again the One of Plotinus, the Tao, the Summus Dei, or what have you. Perhaps its purest expression lies in I AM that I AM, a gratuitous self-existence. I need to hear the Author, or the faint applause. Else I am condemned to forever strut my entrances and exits, not knowing if the shadows on the wall my mind creates, are veridical. If not, it is an Acta est Fabula to all my pretension to know. My mutterings might be drowning out the Playwright's line, my concentration leading to unrealised blindness in dazzling stage lights. A line needs to be drawn, or an assumption made otherwise, which of necessity might merely be the tinned score of my lonesome play.
The mystics know this, and mystical experience across the board sounds similar enough that they may be approaching this, with caveat that they aren't merely my own figures.
We only approach one another in the abstract though, in the abstraction of language, in metaphor. It is mythopoeic, it is the oblique approach. As all that we perceive is a construction as such, a creation of reified abstractions, a living metaphor.
For in the beginning was the Word.
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