Things are.
This precise order in word(s) may not enter our consciousness as such, but were we to clear away all other matters accruing to this most fundamental stating of the estate of our consciousness, is that not what we are left with? Things are.
We may not have any understanding of the “how” of the things that are (by full knowledge of their working in expression), or even the how many of the things that are, but wouldn’t it be fair to say we fully believe in being? Are-ing. Things are is-ing. Existence…is.
How we participate, what we do about (at least) all the things that to us are made known as in existence (believing wholly in it, existence itself) and in our relationship(s) to them, from thoughts (even consciousness itself) to people, to the color(s) we prefer for our house or the shoes for our feet…everything we do or consider is based upon the most basic assumption of us…that things are. And our doing about them, and such as what we do about them is what constitutes what we call our life.
I know here I am toying with the absurd, or at least reductio ad absurdum. For the man who would think to himself in such terms as “I am neither philosopher, nor engaged in philosophy (literally “lover of wisdom”) but simple and practical in all” cannot deny that his exercise in to what he attributes being and existence no less includes those judgments of what is/are not (in being and existence), and neither can be. In that sense the truth about existence, or the reality of matters which may sound like an intellectual or philosophical pursuit, is really engaged in most commonly. And whether he admits it or not, such matter as truth and what is true in any or every sense (at least to him) is always at work in him. Let him hear his wife was seen at lunch the other day with another man and suddenly truth and matters of it become more than a dalliance of the philosophically minded.
What is true in existence and about it/them (those things) does not make us philosophers, we already are. At least in the practical sense…but whether we are truly “lovers of wisdom” in some fuller sense remains to be seen. From what might be called the coldest, hardest, most stern discipline of the utterly mathematical mind…this matter of truth, as in the rightness or wrongness of the most convoluted equation, holds sway. Oh, the numbers can exist on the whiteboard in whatever array of presentation (that is fact)…but the fact that they be there…does not make them true to any rightness. As much as perhaps we are practical philosophers we are no less practical mathematicians working in the reality/realities we “know” trying to make sure we have things add up…rightly. Even truly…to us.
But it’s kinda late for each of us, isn’t it? All the factors “in there” (of our consciousness), and so many of which were placed before we even had any sense of having a bouncer at the door (our judgment) of what is worthy to enter or be turned back has too long been formed. This “1” I carry to the next column…is that mine or my father’s 1, my mother’s predilections or displeasures…and/or understandings? Whose way of looking at things…summing up things…is really only my own? That I might even “know” as mine? Add in all the “commonly accepted” matters in community or history, things of which we have neither time nor inclination to test for ourselves to verify (or are unable) and we discover how much we move in a trust of knowing, even if it not be ourselves. How many people do you imagine would be using cell phones if it were limited to only those who fully understand their workings? TV? Automobile?
Ha! Yet we use our consciousness/reason/mindfull(?)ness to appraise a thing we call (a or the) reality as to what is, might be, or cannot be true in it, or about it. This is fact…but is there, even in the slightest thing in its regard…true about it and its use? Like the whiteboard we can string our numbers and equations to whatever sequence we do so… and place the = sign just before our answer as to what is reality. Do you doubt we do this? Feel/sense an even total and irresistible need to make answer for what we believe…real?
And why.
Do you know because your father(s) claimed to? Or do you resist his/their knowing due to some form of a motivating to resist? Either way…the ones who have gone before remain the governing factor of reception or rejection.
Or maybe, you just don’t like…me.
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