popeye1945 wrote: ↑Sat Dec 24, 2022 3:42 am
Belinda wrote: ↑Sat Dec 24, 2022 1:51 am
popeye1945 wrote: ↑Fri Dec 23, 2022 6:40 pm
Does there not need to be biology in order for there to be biological creations? I do get it, as our own bodies are objects in our apparent reality, the puzzle then might be what then is creating this apparent world of objects we obverse?
I vote that the buck stops at experience. It's experience that creates because experience is future-oriented. The future is a huge plenum of possibilities. Experience creates/actualizes the future.
What is doing the experiencing and what makes you think experience is future-oriented? Experience creates the future, how so?
What is doing the experiencing is a bundle of experiences that are specific to an individual, i.e. Dasein. When I said " experience is future-oriented " it was as if to say that individuals differ in their levels of experience capability. Robert Burns said it better than I can:
To A Mouse.
On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough,
November, 1785
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim’rous beastie,
O, what a panic’s in thy breastie!
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi’ bickering brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an’ chase thee,
Wi’ murdering pattle!
I’m truly sorry Man’s dominion
Has broken Nature’s social union,
An’ justifies that ill opinion
Which makes thee startle
At me, thy poor, earth-born companion
An’ fellow-mortal!
I doubt na, whyles, but thou may thieve;
What then? poor beastie, thou maun live!
A daimen-icker in a thrave
‘S a sma’ requet;
I’ll get a blessin wi’ the lave,
An’ never miss’t!
Thy wee-bit housie, too, in ruin!
Its silly wa’s the win’s are strewin!
An’ naething, now, to big a new ane,
O’ foggage green!
An’ bleak December’s win’s ensuing,
Baith snell an’ keen!
Thou saw the fields laid bare an’ waste,
An’ weary Winter comin fast,
An’ cozie here, beneath the blast,
Thou thought to dwell,
Till crash! the cruel coulter past
Out thro’ thy cell.
That wee bit heap o’ leaves and stibble,
Has cost thee monie a weary nibble!
Now thou’s turned out, for a’ thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the Winter’s sleety dribble,
An’ cranreuch cauld!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane,
In proving foresight may be vain:
The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men
Gang aft agley,
An’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain,
For promis’d joy!
Still thou are blest, compared wi’ me!
The present only toucheth thee:
But Och! I backward cast my e’e,
On prospects drear!
An’ forward, tho’ I cannot see,
I guess an’ fear!
The last two stanzas address the difference between the experience level of a mouse and that of a man. In Eden man is as free of angst as is a mouse. Angst and future-consciousness go together, and Eve was breaking into a new sort of experiencing when she broke out of Eden, or was expelled.