Alexis Jacobi wrote: ↑Wed Apr 09, 2025 8:59 pm
BigMike wrote: ↑Wed Apr 09, 2025 6:48 pm
Alexis, quoting pages of Catholic metaphysical theory doesn't make your position any more grounded—it just makes the smoke thicker. All you've done here is offer a sanctified restatement of the same dodge: that there's something else—something suprasensuous, spiritual, and unprovable—operating behind the scenes. And when pressed, all you can say is: “I can’t explain it, but it’s real.”
Being a reasonable man, I certainly understand what you are driving at. Please “make no mistake about this” as people say these days. We all must understand that a former description-system collapsed. Scholasticism essentially, right?
The Catholic metaphysic that expresses the sense in
intellectus is, to be more precise, an even older idea. It happens to still have some life in Catholic traditionalism. No one on this forum seems to have been influenced by Catholic thought, however for me it is really an agglomeration of earlier European thought. And yes, I do understand what happened to the former metaphysics when the 17th century rolled around.
It is that ensuing devastation (encroaching nihilism) that Nietzsche spoke about that became an on-going process, and like a huge wave that would crash over people.
Inevitable, perhaps even necessary.
So, and only if you are interested, I am a counter-nihilist and — I state this plainly — someone with amphibious (intellectual) characteristics. That is why, despite rationalism’s assault, I feel it fair to resort to poetic description (and this
irks you to no end).
You come here like a conquering warrior with the intention of overturning what you have decided are mistruths with the raw, irreducible physical facts of existence. Obviously, your first assault will be any of those clinging like desperate children to the religious myths that you have the sharpened sword to cut to shreds.
But my position is that all Stories are concocted descriptions that are
receptacles of idea-values. Let the images flickering on the wall of the cave-screen dance and change, in this sense it is all the same. Yet behind the appearances is that which has set all appearances in motion. And it is my view that “intuition” is some part of the key to deciphering what stands behind appearances.
For you nothing “stands behind” anything at all! For you, and in this sense, the idea of “meaning” and meaningfulness — certainly in the metaphorical sense — is a useless, erroneous idea. You cannot conceive that your ideas are just a concretization of a selected set of facts. In that sense another variant of Story. But I do not deny the physical facts of science, but rather the message in the contrived Story of your scientistic religiousness.
But do you notice how your chosen and preferred conversation attracts so many? Your adamancy, driven by what looks like neurosis, puts into relief the situation we are all in.
A godless world really. A world that
should be directed by a coherent intelligence but which has now been defined as random, senseless, or driven by motive factors (determinism) that has literally no sense to it at all.
I do not care very much if you understand the term “intellect” as having ground or not Mike. And I understand that you really & truly believe that you can reduce Existence to 4 fundamental physics facts! And that you can develop an explanation-system that displaces and supplants all others.
It is for this reason that you interest me and also why I see your ideas as immature and dangerous.
Alexis, if you’re still listening—and I think you are, because despite all the posturing, you care about meaning—I want to tell you something that may surprise you.
You talk about the collapse of the old metaphysics as if it left nothing but ruin behind. As if, when we stripped away the divine scaffolding, we were left with a cold, senseless universe—a nihilistic wasteland where meaning shrivels and dies. That’s the fear. I get it. It’s powerful. And I don’t mock it.
But you’re wrong about what rises in its place.
Because from determinism—from that so-called “cold,” causally complete universe—
something breathtaking emerges. Not emptiness. Not despair. But a new kind of beauty. One rooted not in illusion, but in understanding.
See, when we accept that
everything is caused—that every thought, every action, every crime, every kindness—is the result of an intricate, interconnected chain of events stretching back to the beginning of time, something remarkable happens:
we stop pointing fingers. We stop pretending people “could have done otherwise” in some magical vacuum. And we start asking
why they did what they did. We shift our focus—from blame to cause. From punishment to prevention.
That’s not the death of morality. That’s its evolution.
If a man commits violence, we no longer cry out “Evil!” and throw him into a dungeon because he failed some metaphysical test of will. We ask: what led him here? Poverty? Trauma? Neurological damage? Social decay? And then we ask: what can we fix? What can we change?
That’s morality, Alexis. Not blind retribution, but
collective responsibility. Not divine command, but
human compassion built on understanding.
This isn’t the flattening of meaning. It’s the grounding of it—
in the real, physical, breathtakingly complex world we all share. Where every act echoes outward, and every cause can be traced, studied, and altered. Where our job is not to punish individuals, but to fix the
conditions that produce suffering.
You see senselessness in determinism because you’re still looking for an author behind the story. But the story writes itself, Alexis. And it’s far richer, far more moving, than anything we could invent.
It’s not random. It’s connected. Everything flows from what came before. And
we, with our minds and our tools and our empathy, can bend those flows—not through will, but through understanding.
That is what gives life meaning.
Not mythology. Not metaphysics.
But
this moment, right now—where we see clearly, and choose compassion not because we’re told to, but because we finally understand why it matters.
You called me a conquering warrior. I’m not.
I’m just someone who no longer believes we need magic to make life sacred.
We just need truth. And the courage to face it.
It's not immature. It's not dangerous. It's the facts. It's the truth.
Take care.