Communism, and it's kissing cousins of all styles of socialism and fascism, are clearly philosophies that do in fact have concrete assertions of "faith". . . . projecting a defined notion of reality upon the universe in terms of human concepts deemed absolute, as absolute as any theory any believer in God has ever invented. So they not only originated in the nineteenth century, but they are like all other belief systems of that era, philosophically asserting a "right way" for human belief.
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Philosophers recognizing the inconsistencies and incongruities of these belief systems comprise the second class of philosophers, who basically conclude that humans "don't know anything" or "don't know anything for sure". Some of these go on to say that since there is no superior authority or actual human "truth", it is merely natural and right for anyone who has the power to assert it, to so order society and construct the beliefs system for the poor dumb human sheep who just need to be managed.
This is actually the over-arching philosophy of the New World Order, and the kind of uber-fascism/uber-corporatism that is at the leading edge of the United Nations and the truly significant "elites" of the world. Of course, they won't tell you that. They want you to be a dedicated, manipulable moron who believes something. Yep. something that makes you predictable and easily managed. Socialism or Progressivism is the major useful belief system today. It functions in every respect the same as any state-controlled religion ever did.
It is wholly man-made, and wholly adapted for public management.
This is actually the over-arching philosophy of the New World Order, and the kind of uber-fascism/uber-corporatism that is at the leading edge of the United Nations and the truly significant "elites" of the world. Of course, they won't tell you that. They want you to be a dedicated, manipulable moron who believes something. Yep. something that makes you predictable and easily managed. Socialism or Progressivism is the major useful belief system today. It functions in every respect the same as any state-controlled religion ever did.
It is wholly man-made, and wholly adapted for public management.
Well, I have a few items to clear up. UGLI found my recital of the demise of one of my best friends ever a pretty heavy downer. Well, it wasn't like that for me. Yah she lived life pretty much like the full of life and happy person she was. She knew my family better than I understood on account of my sister being her chief baby sitter growing up, stuff like that. My aunt was her neighbor, my older brother her classmate. I ran into her on account of being in some advanced placement classes, and she figured I was smart or something, and just made herself my friend by sitting by me all the time, talking to me all the time, and letting me help her with her homework. . . . I might have just fallen in love or something. . . . well, I did, actually. I idealized that trashy song about a one-night-stand to have something like the fresh wonder of true love beyond explanation. I made up an interpretation to fit my ideal. She was in fact an angel, in the early time of my life. . . . but I never ever actually asked her out on a date.
The "Old Man" coach Brooks saw in me was in the saddle. At the point where I might have accepted going into the romance thing. . . . .well, I told her some of my stories. I had a lot of stories even then. . . . Something beyond the natural happened one day when we were talking, and she understood something about me, and I understood something about her. We both accepted that new understanding, and it didn't diminish the friendship at all. Somehow, I just saw her life pass before my eyes, and I knew she would not live very long. She saw that I had something else I needed to do. And that was that.
a few days after she died in the car crash, I went to see the guy who had been driving the car, still sorta banged up but obviously hurting more from knowing she had died. . . . I had a long talk with him, and centered my remarks on the reason why I knew this tragic accident was not totally something to beat himself up about.
A few years later, when visiting St. George, I was in a gospel doctrine class in our ward where my aunt was teaching, and her mom and dad were there. Her mother took the occasion to relate how they had been traveling to Israel, and how when they were on their way home, they stopped in Athens, Greece. While they walked out to the plane, they heard her voice, clearly. . . . "Mom, don't get on that plane". They stopped, looked at one another, not saying a word. . . and took a few more steps. . . .. and heard her voice once again. . . "Don't get on that plane". This time they turned around and went back. . . . got another flight home. . . ..
that plane was blown up less than an hour later at about 30,000 ft by a terrorist bomb.
yep. I knew an angel. In the early years of my life.
The "Old Man" coach Brooks saw in me was in the saddle. At the point where I might have accepted going into the romance thing. . . . .well, I told her some of my stories. I had a lot of stories even then. . . . Something beyond the natural happened one day when we were talking, and she understood something about me, and I understood something about her. We both accepted that new understanding, and it didn't diminish the friendship at all. Somehow, I just saw her life pass before my eyes, and I knew she would not live very long. She saw that I had something else I needed to do. And that was that.
a few days after she died in the car crash, I went to see the guy who had been driving the car, still sorta banged up but obviously hurting more from knowing she had died. . . . I had a long talk with him, and centered my remarks on the reason why I knew this tragic accident was not totally something to beat himself up about.
A few years later, when visiting St. George, I was in a gospel doctrine class in our ward where my aunt was teaching, and her mom and dad were there. Her mother took the occasion to relate how they had been traveling to Israel, and how when they were on their way home, they stopped in Athens, Greece. While they walked out to the plane, they heard her voice, clearly. . . . "Mom, don't get on that plane". They stopped, looked at one another, not saying a word. . . and took a few more steps. . . .. and heard her voice once again. . . "Don't get on that plane". This time they turned around and went back. . . . got another flight home. . . ..
that plane was blown up less than an hour later at about 30,000 ft by a terrorist bomb.
yep. I knew an angel. In the early years of my life.
I could tell some more stories. . . .
stuff most philosophers won't touch, or don't know anything about. . .. . stuff that reveals their ponderings as something akin to "fried froth". A little bubbly crust with nothing real in it. . . .
I've made a hobby of learning about things others have experienced in this mortal coil that truly point to some things we don't normally experience or perceive. How do some people "just know" stuff, without data, without logic, without instruction, without science, without anything but a caring heart filled with empathy for others??? Another class of examples is found in people who come to Jesus at some low point in their life, finally casting out in a cry for help "come into my heart Lord Jesus".
stuff most philosophers won't touch, or don't know anything about. . .. . stuff that reveals their ponderings as something akin to "fried froth". A little bubbly crust with nothing real in it. . . .
I've made a hobby of learning about things others have experienced in this mortal coil that truly point to some things we don't normally experience or perceive. How do some people "just know" stuff, without data, without logic, without instruction, without science, without anything but a caring heart filled with empathy for others??? Another class of examples is found in people who come to Jesus at some low point in their life, finally casting out in a cry for help "come into my heart Lord Jesus".
Here is actually a huge library of real life experiences of this genre. I believe most Christian churches could compile a substantial number of testimonies of this kind.
https://tunein.com/radio/Unshackled-p32500/
I've taken the time, while driving, usually, to listen to hundreds of these. And I recognize in them a fundamental truth pertinent to all human life. . . . . our connection to, and relation to, a universal reality of our existence.
We can choose to focus elsewhere, we can choose to see something else, we can choose whatever we want, or think we want. . . . . but it just is, nevertheless.
https://tunein.com/radio/Unshackled-p32500/
I've taken the time, while driving, usually, to listen to hundreds of these. And I recognize in them a fundamental truth pertinent to all human life. . . . . our connection to, and relation to, a universal reality of our existence.
We can choose to focus elsewhere, we can choose to see something else, we can choose whatever we want, or think we want. . . . . but it just is, nevertheless.
Sometimes, the mass of things people 'know' in one way or another will just crowd out or push out things that can be known by other means. A scientist bent over his lab bench can know a lot about a bacteria, or a chemical. . . . . A mathematician scribbling equations on a chalkboard. .. . or submitting them in a formal paper for publication. . . . . can know some things pretty well. A musician with an instrument can produce something wondrous indeed, beyond explanation perhaps. . . .but the human nature has a spirit, an existence not just defined by nerves, sinews, bones or chemicals. . . . and there is no way to "know" anything about it with any other tools we have. . . . no electron microscope, no balance, no x-ray, no touch. Just considering it's existence, and being open to our reality.
Usually, it's stuff or some focus on something else that closes our eyes to seeing it.
Usually, it's stuff or some focus on something else that closes our eyes to seeing it.
is there a Cliff's Notes version? That's way too long....
summary please!
summary please!
Well, we could endlessly discuss hallucinatory states and the meaning of consciousness, or dawdle on about how brains work, or don't. . . . .
And we could endlessly discuss science, data, evidence, facts, logic, and reason. . . . .and dawdle on about how brains work, or don't.
I just say some people want to believe, or don't.
what this lady tells in her story has a tremendous personal reality with me.
and in case I haven't made it clear, I appreciate you for showing up in this place. I just love people who will do totally nonsensical things because they are human, and care about other people. . . . .
gee, shucks...
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Too long, didn't read
Too long, didn't read
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You're PKM's brother?
The best...
Umm.. no. If that were the case I'd be much smarter and a whole lot better looking.
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The most powerful song for me has always been "Cat's in the Cradle." Whenever I look back and reflect on perhaps some bad career choices I made, I remain eternally grateful that I was able to spend so much time with my daughter instead of leaving early, coming home after bedtime and only seeing her on the weekends. So many fathers either have to or choose to do that with their children. If you want to skip the commentary, go to 1:05.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etundhQa724
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=etundhQa724