Delays are the life

Sorry friends, comtemporaries, and all those who spend a cyber minute to read my little brain droppings every now and again. Hello there. The time delay is inevitable it seems. I happen to be one of those folks who, like clockwork, will get into a pretty good funk for a week or so as the season turns from fall to bitter, bitter winter.

So this is a quick hello just to say that life sucks when we are forced to decide between doing what we want and what we "want" to do if we are not able to do both, (good questions that fall under this idea generally involve "how much is your soul worth?"). Mine is worth plently, so I've needed to really settle down in order to realign the two. I should be posting a nice, shiny new post tomorrow, so this is one for us and the insomniacs.

Tonight's line of though will involve my comps topic, The Non-conceptual Content of Experience. The discussion will begin based on the notion that to prevent the pernicious idea that the world might be completely made up we are forced to say that some part of our experience must come from outside ourselves, from the world out there. Trouble is, we do not perceive a rock in our conciousness, we perceive the mental image of a rock, a representation. Now we would like to say that the world just kinda gives us the required non-conceptual (hereafter concrete) content, but what about cases of dream, hallucination, general misperception (think optical illusions) and so on? Are we claiming that the world is giving us nothing? Or that the world is giving us the wrong thing? Since in both right perception and misperception we are still perceiving in a manner of speaking, in the first case of the world and in the second something else (nothing? another world? Something false?) we need to figure out first what is going on when we are actually having an experience of the outside world, and secondly we need to figure out what the 'structure' of non conceptual content is and how it fits in a philosophy of perception.

Said otherwise. If the world is real, it has to give us stuff that is indubitable: the world out there. We cannot trust what we perceive sometimes, so what is different about real experience? In real experience then, what is the world gives us, if anything, that we can use as both an indispensable part of experience and a reliable indiciator that the world we live in and act in at least has some of the features we portend it to have.

Sleepy sleepy now. If I didn't intreque you at all with that, read this poet: Wistawa Szymborska. Trust me, she's the only nobel prize winner I can ever love. Eat your beets, get some exercise, make a snow fort and declare war on the house next door, even if it's bigger than you. People have done more with less.