HexHammer wrote:Walker wrote:HexHammer wrote:It's clearly stated that philosophy in itself isn't the path to truth
Hex. First of all, as you see I took only part of what you wrote. I think what I write leaves your intended meaning unaffected, and it’s the part I want to comment on.
I don’t know where it’s stated, but I agree. I think if one has the capacity to be a student of philosophy, that pursing this will prepare the mind to perceive objective reality. And I would define objective reality to be nature unobscured by ignorance and its cousins, desire and attachment.
Once one scientifically understands that when one can get as close as possible to perception of unobscured reality, unobscured by the limitations of sensory reception and processing, brought about by clearing obstructions to the sensory reception and the processing … well then one knows truth. What one knows is in accord with reality.
Many fields train those with sufficient capacity to perceive unobscured reality. The sciences you mention, military training, self-enquiry, yoga, and so on.
If one has the capacity, one should work in the medical field. By all means, no matter the cost, even if you have to borrow. That gives real relief to human suffering … to endless human suffering, that can end.
Lots of fancy words, but this is mere hot air. If you are really that smart to understand what you are saying youself, then tell me when you have understood the deeper meaning of this:
Story of the 2 Garbage Men
I have a brilliant doctor friend, who uncritically told me a story he heard in a auditorium filled with fellow doctors at Panum (danish educational institute ..or something)
This story he told me I will propose as a challenge to this forum.
2 garbage men, who had been in the buisness for 2 decades, who had sufferd foul odeurs through out their career, took on a vacation to Turkey and went to the perfume streets.
As they walked the one would become ill, and in the end fell to the ground. The helpful perfume sellers would aid the poor man with their smelling salts, but only making him go to a deeper coma.
The other garbage man would realize it was the thick odour in the street that caused the problem, and pulled his friend out to cleaner air, which helped and he would awaken from the coma.
Conclusion: each their scent.
Now I get it, and what you’re getting at.
About fifteen years ago I began to differentiate the chaos of reality in inexplicable ways that could be called non-sensory, but I don’t think it’s non-sensory. It started with the e-prime business. I found that when relaxing into the mysteries of wu wei, which sounds like a joke, I would pick up on seemingly random things around me which has led to some scientific consideration of energy, as it relates to mind and the nature of thought. Quite simply, I voice what other people are thinking at times, without intent, with a frequency too great to be random. Which makes mindfulness necessary. I know this happens to other people, too.
It relates to heightened empathy. I was dragged to a Catholic Church one Easter for services. I listened to the sermon and the silent suffering of the people around me caused me to lose consciousness. Same thing happened at the Holocaust Museum in D.C.
And though I’m a blue collar householder with a large family, though more householder than blue collar lately, I can still relate to garbage men.
Most times I keep quiet, as people get angry for seemingly inexplicable reasons, at least that’s how it feels.
None of which is philosophical until I state it in principle form, but then again, neither was your puzzle philosophical.