You are saying that, but you don't live like that so I tend to not believe you. I suspect if I actually hit you, you would find that terribly relevant. I suspect if I actually took something of your's you would act like it was technically knowable.
It's enough that I'm sure you hit me. If I doubt it, I might react differently than if I don't. Whether or not you really did is irrelevant.
What you really saying is that symbolic representation has no necessary link to what it is representing. Which is fine. Knowledge isn't inherently persistent. I know where my coffee cup is at the moment, but once the immediacy is lost of the direct interaction, circumstances can charge without me knowing about it, which requires finding out again...
Once conceptualized, even direct stimulus is symbolic representation. My beef with your argument really hinges on what seems to me as an authoritative aspect of your attitude. You insist "this is real" whereas I'm quite satisfied with an honest "this seems real".
So I currently know I have it on my desk, but later I would say "it was on my desk when I left." If I needed to know where it is currently then, I would have to go and check.
That you know it does not make it absolute. Practically, sure I'm with you and think similarly. Philosophically, I don't lay claim to know "this is real" nor do I much care - as I said - being pretty sure is good enough and leaves room for fallibility.
If I can actually come up with my coffee cup when I need to, then I technically do know where it is in a very demonstrable manner and if you yip when I hit you with it, I don't really care about the sophistry emanating from your lips. One of the joys of being a pragmatist.
Nor do I care much for the tired argument you're regurgitating. "If I clock you I bet you'd care" while probably accurate, is obvious and exhausting. Of course I would care, but a thousand assholes killing a thousand innocents in cold blood doesn't define reality. As you said "reality does". So while those thousand murderers may think they're murderers and the thousand dead innocents may think no more... and to the entire world it may seem all too real, that we think it so does not make it so.
That we DO think it though is what matters and necessarily suffices as it is the only means available of attempting to navigate reality. No matter what instruments we design to aid us in our cartography of all that is, we can never create more than maps... models. Obviously, some are more useful than others depending on yes that's right, one's perspective.
Only within the boundaries of your context. You can think my cup is a cow til you are blue in the face and you still won't get any milk from it.
you can't get milk from a cup? what was that I was just drinking? tasted, smelled, looked like milk. I haven't died from it yet nor do I feel ill. don't care if it really was or wasn't. seemed real enough to me. give me a reason that satisfies my own criteria for what's reasonable, to doubt that it was milk and I might care.
Don't be ridiculous. If you are going to posit "stuff" and you do so correctly, then you have "facts." Facts are just accurate descriptions of stuff.
Is that a fact?
Descriptions are necessarily from
perspectives which are necessarily
subjective. While you may agree with another perspective, you gain argument by popularity. Nice work.
I've no problems with reasonable authorities within their field. If your grand father is a physicist then using him as a source for the speed of light is fine for most discussions. But if we need some thing more exact, a reference manual would be more appropriate and then in even more detail we might reference a particular experiment and then if we really needed direct details we might run the experiment ourselves. It all depends. Are we chatting over coffee or are we trying to replicate the propagation of photons at faster than the speed of light in super dense Cesium?
We're talking about the relationship of perspective to reality. I've got mountain dew, cigars and a natural feel for the topic because it's just how my mind seems to work. The "fact is" what you "have no problems with" doesn't necessarily make a shit's difference to person x. What's strange to me is that you seem to insist that it does... that you're basically infallible in choosing what is or is not reasonable (even if you have no clue as to the context, and disregarding that your own may be shockingly limited), or that it's some kind of process that exists somewhere, somehow outside of minds (which are the only place of which I'm aware such things can exist).
You are looking for poetry, not knowledge and there is a reason why you turn to a poet about a broken heart, but a doctor for heart surgery.
Obviously incorrect and rather presumptive. What I seek is to
understand, jackass.