Wow, I am just going to touch on the part where you say that you DO NOT have beliefs. On the contrary you do.
Your whole description of what you say as ‘‘real world information’’ are all simply empirical observations. There is no way of saying that what you observe empirically is true. You will just have to believe it is. Even the logical axioms that you might use in proving such a proof (if it existed) are simply rules that intuitively taken as true. Not observed. So whether you like it or not, you my friend have a lot of ‘‘belief’’. You just seem to be ignorant to the whole fact that you do.
If you still don’t agree, you keep arguing with the people on this forum who you ‘‘believe’’ exist apart from you. You believe that it is not a figment of your imagination. Even the stuff you see through a telescope is believed by you to not be a figment of your imagination. I think you are simply going off the handle here when you claim that Catholics ‘‘believe’’ while you DONT.
I’ve long been askew from mainstream people, and aware of it Yet, unable to identify the problem. You’ve been helpful. It is that unlike everyone else, I don’t believe in anything.
Here, I find it curious that anyone would take the crab-bucket approach to beliefs, insisting upon dragging me into their bucket. Why?
I wonder if you actually understand the difference between a belief and an opinion? Or between belief and working principle.
A couple of years ago a neighbor got snakebit. She had opened the door to her pump shed and heard a rattling sound, reached inside because she didn’t believe that there could be a rattlesnake in there. A couple of years earlier I had hobbled out my front door on a pair of crutches, and heard a rattlesnake. Not believing that I’d not heard a rattlesnake or that I could not jump with a broken foot, I vacated snake space before she struck.
Admitting the cause-effect relationship between components of the physical universe is not necessarily a belief. I call it a working principle. When I pretend that no such relationships exist, my life works very badly. I could have stood on my porch and wondered about the metaphysical reality of the rattlesnake, but find that such musings are more interesting when I am alive.
You are absolutely correct that “real world information” is empirical observation. Did I declare it to be anything else?
If the stuff I saw through a telescope differed from what others saw, I’d have to conclude that it was a figment of my imagination. Others see the same things, as do instruments. Instruments have no imagination. Should I visually observe a star through a telescope on earth and relay its coordinates to the NASA control center for a spectrograph in outer space, the instrument will not only detect the star, but will produce numeric details of its electromagnetic emission spectrum.
Consistent observations of this nature, correlated with many others from a variety of sources, are sufficient to convince anyone other than a pinhead that there is an objective reality. Belief in this reality is unnecessary. Disbelief is absurd.
Many people who undertake to explain observations get personally attached to their explanations. thus creating a belief. Religionists and astronomers, for example.
Religionists simply adopt the beliefs of other religionists without bothering to test the empirical database, which astronomers do. Hence I find cosmological theories more interesting than religious beliefs.
I find it more interesting to operate as though the universe actually exists, especially after dealing with several dysfunctional nitwits trying to make it through life while believing that the entire universe is a figment of their attenuated imagination. I don’t need to believe in the rattlesnake before getting out of its striking zone.
I can’t prove that the universe exists. But my experience advises that I operate as though it does. Although I can follow Descartes’ logic to the same, “Cogito ergo sum,” conclusion, I won’t be surprised if, after the hollow-point .223 smacks me between the eyes, I don’t exist anymore.
Obviously.
But I will be surprised to find myself plucking harp strings, or meeting God, or consigned to a furnace. I will be equally surprised if my own theories turn out to be true.
Rather than continue to resist your attempts to yank me back into your crab bucket, I invite you to escape. Join me in pragmatic, open-minded non-belief.
Dray horses are fitted with blinders to attenuate their world view. Ride a blindered horse through the mountains, you’ll die. Beliefs are like blinders. Rather that insist that I must have some, you’d find life more interesting if you got rid of yours.
Don’t believe that your wife or girl friend loves you, just enjoy when it feels like that, and try to make her feel the same. Don’t believe that God created you, which is a terrible blame to put upon Him. Just be here and marvel at your conscious existence, and make the best of it. Don’t believe that you will be judged by God— just do some things, and see how they work out for you. Check into your own internal feelings, and then do more things accordingly. My proctologist said it will all come out in the end.
While I like happy endings and would love to believe my doctor’s philosophy, I program computers and know about the possibility of infinite loops. And I know where he spends much of his working day. He may be rich, but I’m free.