Tooshee. (I also don't know how to spell "tooshee".)Logik wrote: ↑Sun Dec 30, 2018 11:27 am
I don't know about your voices, but this is what my voices tell me. Verbatim: The world may or may not be a solipsistic state. How would you figure out which world you are in?
And since I am no closer to contriving an experiment in which I can tell the difference between a solipsistic and a non-solipsistic state, it is word that has absolutely no empirical meaning to me.
P.S I don't have a lisp. You just don't know how to spell "solipsism" and "solipsistic".
HA! another quick experiment: have you ever considered that someone, while typing, is too hasty, and when intends to press the "shift" key, the shift is missed, thus producing a lower-case t instead of a capital T?Logik wrote: ↑Sun Dec 30, 2018 11:27 am
There are many paths to satisfaction. Have you tried heroin? I heard it trumps quoting philosophers.I am going to try a quick experiment, OK? I think you need an optometrist, but I need to be sure. Do you see any difference between the following two letters: T t
But I am just arguing for argument's sake. My first response in this section was a joke based on an equivocation. My addiction to punning made me do it.
HA! this time I'm serious, not joking. Events in the hallucinatory or imaginary world 1. are not our doing and 2. are not dependent on our abilities and desires and 3. are not dependent on our will; despite they being reported to us and to us alone via our senses.
If they, that is, the events, were, then we would not have an illusion of living a life in a world of reality.
This is a fallacious thinking that events in our imaginary world are a function of our imagination. My grade 7 teacher smirked all-knowingly, when he recounted the tale of the bishop or somebody who invented the idea of solipsism, and he took a walk in his rose garden, took a rose to his nose to smell it, but he pricked his finger with a thistle. The gardener said to him, "You see, your Most Exalted Honourable Highness, you oughtn't to imagine there was a rose thorn there." I went home and did some thinking; resulting in this : I wanted to tell the teacher next day that he was wrong, the gardener, because of 1. 2. and 3. above. But I did not, because the teacher was known to deal out the hardest-hitting slaps on the face to student. (This incident took place not long after WWII in Europe was over, and standards in teaching and school discipline were different then.)
This was the first time I had a chance to recount this tale and raise my objection. Thanks for the opportunity, Logik.