And how does that help you make sense of yourself?
Does it benefit you on a personal level, as in coming to terms with yourself, and your parents and up bring and all the injustices, real and imagined, and all the struggles, victories and losses, real and imagined.‘’
Does it help you make sense of your emotional personal dance of life? Does it help you create a sense of your self?
Because in the end, this math worship, for all your arguments, remains sterile doesn’t translate to my ( I believe our) human experience.
And no amount of technical information addresses that fundamental challenge (mystery) of us humans and our relationship with what we are thinking.
I have a new fun mind-experiment, when I’m out on walks and come across animal, to consciously be aware that they are watching me. Each of us with our cones and filters of consciousness, interacting, and such . . . . . . .
The experience of refilling the bird feeder, and paying attention to changes in the background chirps and songs. We have small reservoir a couple miles away, a favorite way station for geese, sometime we a heck of a racket, then they talk to the sky and fly towards us honking up a storm,
There’s some fun viewing. watching a fairly chaotic gaggle of geese coming in overhear as they are getting organized and slipstreaming into two or three geometric line, and watch how each moves with the wind, adjusting constantly,
so low that their breathing nearly blocks out the honking noise.
*It’s not all automata, those creature are dealing with a actual happening day to day reality, it has it’s patterns, but they are never quite the same from one day to the next, like us.
There’s deep layers of reality most never have a clue about, and it’s a shame. It’s a shame, because those layers have things to teach us about ourselves. All it takes is good faith curiosity and doing one’s own homework, because each of us must learn our own lessons.
Math is a great tool, but for us humans grasping what we have here on Earth, and within this particular biosphere. it’s not enough.
Oops, that may have landed in the wrong thread, but I’m done, been a long day. Good night.