How can a bag of mushy tubules carried around in our skulls comprehend this thing called external reality, anyway? Have you ever thought about this question?
Apparently it has something to do with dopamine and its relationship to how we perceive time:
This is a good book: https://www.amazon.ca/Time-Warped-Unlocking-Mysteries-Perception/dp/0062225200
So then what is this View From Nowhere we seek in order to make sense of the world? Where is our private language? What happens when you look at naked time-space enveloping living beings like a blanket and throwing them this way and that over the folds of a semi-determinate space (the Laplacian demon knows all!)? How do our mind-brains react to the unending churning of hormones, magnetic fields, and radiation? Then where does observation and historical momentum fit into that?
Is it a good thing or a bad thing to think of these questions and / or perceive the world through this lens? How much of a choice do we have to be naive? Those that live through manual labour will always be the serfs, and those who live through mental labour will always be the slaves. Is the problem that humans are creatures of havoc or are they simply creatures of habit?
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