Re: Is a priori knowledge possible?
Posted: April 18th, 2017, 11:09 pm
Let me take the question is a priori knowledge possible, and ask instead if all we can know is "raw sense data", then where do patterns come from? I'm clearly supposing that patterns do not arise from the presumed randomness of how nerve impulses actually appear; but why?
Well, let's suppose that patterns do arise from raw sense data. This means that we're what John Locke called blank slates. Clearly, our souls must therefore come from outside of us, instead of from within. While it may not seem to matter much, it's nevertheless disconcerting to imagine that the most intimate part of me sprang from what should be forever outside of me. It's like having a Kline Bottle for a torso.
I guess the reason why I can't accept there being patterns in the tea leaves, is because mirrors never lie. No one is immune to self flattery. That's why no one should ever look at a painting to decide whether to shave, or not. There's clearly an undeniable delusion in letting your portrait determine your grooming habits.
Where, then does our standard of beauty, or aesthetics come from? If not from the actual portrait, how then from the delusion that all portraits are mirrors? If we're truly delusional, then we'll claw for every inch, to protect that delusion. We're just not up to seeing our own ugliness, unless forced to do so. My conviction that we must lie to ourselves, in order to protect something fragile about ourselves, is why I cannot agree with Locke.
And if I cannot agree with John Locke, then I surely can't agree that a priori knowledge somehow springs from randomness. (How then could we even pose the question?). In other words, if not from without, then surely from within. Or, in even shorter words, a priori knowledge must be innate. But, if it's true that a priori knowledge is innate, how then is it distinguishable from what we're actually seeing? There's no clear line separating the one from the other. It seems that, no matter how earnestly we might strive to be honest with ourselves, we must still lie.
There's no real way to sort out what is, from what shouldn't be so, which makes telling the difference between honesty and lying virtually impossible. This paradox should never be considered as the source of aesthetics. And this, even knowing this to be true, must be innate. We're clearly not blank slates. But if not, then what? I wouldn't even hazard a guess; I just so happen to know one certain thing we're not.
Well, let's suppose that patterns do arise from raw sense data. This means that we're what John Locke called blank slates. Clearly, our souls must therefore come from outside of us, instead of from within. While it may not seem to matter much, it's nevertheless disconcerting to imagine that the most intimate part of me sprang from what should be forever outside of me. It's like having a Kline Bottle for a torso.
I guess the reason why I can't accept there being patterns in the tea leaves, is because mirrors never lie. No one is immune to self flattery. That's why no one should ever look at a painting to decide whether to shave, or not. There's clearly an undeniable delusion in letting your portrait determine your grooming habits.
Where, then does our standard of beauty, or aesthetics come from? If not from the actual portrait, how then from the delusion that all portraits are mirrors? If we're truly delusional, then we'll claw for every inch, to protect that delusion. We're just not up to seeing our own ugliness, unless forced to do so. My conviction that we must lie to ourselves, in order to protect something fragile about ourselves, is why I cannot agree with Locke.
And if I cannot agree with John Locke, then I surely can't agree that a priori knowledge somehow springs from randomness. (How then could we even pose the question?). In other words, if not from without, then surely from within. Or, in even shorter words, a priori knowledge must be innate. But, if it's true that a priori knowledge is innate, how then is it distinguishable from what we're actually seeing? There's no clear line separating the one from the other. It seems that, no matter how earnestly we might strive to be honest with ourselves, we must still lie.
There's no real way to sort out what is, from what shouldn't be so, which makes telling the difference between honesty and lying virtually impossible. This paradox should never be considered as the source of aesthetics. And this, even knowing this to be true, must be innate. We're clearly not blank slates. But if not, then what? I wouldn't even hazard a guess; I just so happen to know one certain thing we're not.