The adage “there’s no accounting for taste” is as pertinent to these considerations as it is in any other more familiar reference. The effects upon our consciousness by a multitude of influences, some easily seen while most remain quite obscure to us, surely accounts for matters of affections. But also, and no less, in matters of disdain.
We often no more know why we “like” or hold interest of certain matters, or why others either leave us cold, or in disdain. Resistances and flow we may not appreciate to their depths, but we know by experience that one is pleasant to us, the other summons effort and work. And we are just as much “moved” by disdain and dislike as we are by affections.
And even if we come to somehow appreciate the necessity of resistances and the labor(s) they require and find the benefits of an enforced discipline necessary to their overcoming; were we to know from the outset all must end only in frustration…complete, total, inescapable, we would most certainly abandon pursuit of conquest, or any notion of success in the endeavor to overcome resistance and restore flow.
Yet, the knowledge of utter frustration once grasped as insurmountable (though surely not pleasant in experience) need not always hold, or be held to a negative consideration or connotation. There can also be great relief in it, found, no? Deliverance from fruitless pursuits, even if once believed worthy of great effort and expenditure that they might be attained…when finally shown to a perfect frustration can yield a welcome surrender…”well finally thank goodness, I know that’s not going to work, and I needn’t be troubled about it anymore…” Or “there’s really nothing I now know I can do about it”. But this can only occur after the unpleasantness of experiencing frustration is met and a cooler accounting of it has taken place.
There is nothing more enforced to a closed system than its limits, its closed-ness, for it is that by definition. It matters not a whit how large it is concluded to be, closed is closed…always. Nothing is in it, can be in it, but what is already assigned it. And we have already briefly touched upon this in especially considering the matter of consciousness as to whether it is in truth a “real” thing. Even as real as carbon atoms…and this is laughable…whose reality (at least to us) is only assigned them by our consciousness. We now know the difference (and also in acting and reacting) of those from oxygen atoms. Yeah…we seem to have found out a lot. Some one(s) held a real interest in “how stuff is” over millennia of pursuits to know.
And yes, it’s rather easy to now stand “here” in this present time and day and see that flow, even overcoming the many resistances and apparent limits of grasp. If only Democritus has access to an electron microscope, or some such, or even some knowledge of its working, he could have silenced Aristotle. “Look! There’s divisibility to earth, air, fire, and water! Even blood is made up of much smaller and discrete …stuff, just like dirt is!”. But from theory to pursuit of those proof(s) (which are now generally accepted) despite their endurance (or because of it) over thousands of years were essential to such proving. Time might indeed be the most important ingredient necessary for any knowing. We tend to attribute much to the many other things we recognize as being of or “about ourselves”, intellect, curiosity, imagination, disciplines…but if not given time…?
And if stuff is therefore divisible “down” to some nature of essence or individual part from which a whole is made, is this applicable to the matter of consciousness? Already I know my consciousness knows some divisions, likes and dislikes (or interests vs un-interests), knowns and unknowns (at least as “know” is ascribed to itself), some acknowledgement of reason and/or logic and order vs chaos, including some inherent ability to grasp differences and distinctions and not excluding what we call the conscious mind and the unconscious. And some sort of “judge” in there, discerning amongst them. It begins to appear consciousness with so many constituent parts does lend itself to being a “thing” as undeniable as rocks…even as from which those objects get their name. But here’s a question…is that their name?
Oh, do you say “Well, everyone knows rocks can’t name themselves…” Do you then not then see an issue Mr. (or Mrs. or Ms) Conglomeration of Only Molecules Randomly Assembled Over Time? Oh, but you say…”Well, but I have consciousness…rocks do not, and of such measure I even presume a right to name and assign ordering to all other things”?
OK…but then you are admitting the great divide, the great measure, the great(est) difference of such distinction as to make you in all separate…is consciousness. The subject then is a lot bigger than either of us…even all of us..think.
It might even be grasped this is all we have with which to handle anything.
And in it and on it, impacts abound.
It was previously mentioned a few sections back that there is math on this test. The matter was in consideration of how utterly divisible is any “one” man who may think himself as one, as a single integrated unit of oneness. This was set against the notion of unity as the true integrity (integer/singularity) of oneness. But it is quite all our experience of divisions in ourselves; which can only be refuted, and only stands subject to contradiction by one or any who have never…lied. If any would care to make that claim, just remember you are speaking to a man who, in every way, is just like you.
Have you ever spoken to yourself? Who, or what is speaking…and who or what is the hearer? And what is that thing that so often appears in that instance so ready to also add “you know it’s a bit crazy to talk to yourself, don’t you?”
The kicker to this of course is, that no matter how often or infrequently this may take place in use of your own mouth, it is undeniable of all the inward conversations that take place, are even now taking place, and are always taking place inside. And yes, you and I are both conscious of it.
Something is going on.