40 bucks at the auto parts store. I hoofed there to grab it: synergy in the ritual. Maybe a quarter of the price compared to a perfect jump box, and it’s hooked up to the house current and the wagon here upon a Sunday’s dusk. Next, the pickup. Finally, the van. We’ll get mobile, yay.
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More McGilchrist to stay awake and edutained on the night shift. Not for me but for you. I should be sleeping then.
Philosopher Iain McGilchrist DEBATES neuroscientist Anil Seth on God & minds | Uncommon Ground
What I’ve learned of late:
The Renaissance of Idealism (in physics and philosophy) can be dated precisely to 1995, when David Chalmers coined the phrase “the hard problem of Consciousness”.
Since then there have been a million variations on the theme. We have at the least, process‑oriented panpsychism/panexperientialism, cosmopsychism, David Lynch’s rough untitled perspectives on transcending, dual‑aspect monism, neutral monism or information‑based syncretic views, analytic idealism via Kastrup, constitutive panpsychism, and latest but not least, the me-and-Lumo flavor with the working title of Volitional Resonance oh hell yeah baby.
So what? Who cares?
I do, but not much really, not about the correct minutiae.
All I really need to know for now is that reductionist materialism is a product of the hyperCivilized mind, and that, for most purposes, it’s wrong–or at the very least, woefully incomplete. They’ll tell you themselves–‘physics’ has nothing to say about what Consciousness is; doesn’t even try to address the Hard Problem’.
But I am, and I am very far from alone in that trying.
“In the beginning was the Logos”?
Nah. That’s not the beginning, not even close. Sorry, Bible.
In the beginning was the Mythos.
Maybe God = Consciousness, or the other way around. Maybe ‘consciousness’ is that from which all mind and maybe even matter emerges.
Maybe birth is an eruption of an individual shard of that Ground of Being.
Maybe death is only a return to it.
It goes something like that; it’s so hard to know, and having known, to remember.
But yeah, it’s a good song.
And I’m singing it whether I can spit out all the lyrics gracefully or not ennit.
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Late breaking news (approaching sunset): The wagon is started and it took less than two hours. I’m going to take it out for a brief loop on the big road to cement the full charge, and in the meantime the new little golden box is switched over to working on the F-150’s battery. Already worth it, IMHO.