I have a very simple problem. Any attempts to explain it rapidly devolve into irrelevant complexities.
The problem is: I live in a world in which reality doesn’t matter <stop>
How do I deal with it?<end>
Communication is futile
Since people like to put things in little baskets so that they can make believe they know what’s going on, I’ll put the posed question on abstraction in little baskets. I’ll make 3 baskets. Call them A,B,C. Since I don’t know how many psychologists there are I’ll pick a number say 20,000. I’ll put them in basket A. If I’m going to be abstract about psychologists, they’re idiots. I’ll take another basket (a tiny, miniscule basket) and scoop out some of of these psychologists. One of these psychologists is Dr. B. This basket I will call non-idiots. (how many, I don’t know. 500 is probably wildly optimistic, I only know of 2) I will pick one marble. Teresa. This marble is indeterminate, unique, out of the 6 billion people there is only one. So I take this Teresa marble over to a football stadium sized basket (C) and give it a fling. The mere concept that you can be abstract about a singularity is absurd. It’s a conundrum, oxymoronic (heavy on the moron) in the extreme. A terminal logic fail. Even then all you could say is that she’s human. Probably female because of her name. That’s about it. And I don’t even know this hypothetical persons name. I couldn’t even find her. I couldn’t even find basket A, much less B. To think that one can reverse engineer the problems, aspirations, life history, etc. of a singularity goes past silly , past dumb, past stupid past idiot it is insanity. It’s like dividing a number by 0. Here be dragons. To hear a thought like that come out of the mouth of any person is disturbing. To hear it come from a person I like who is an expert in the mental sciences, intelligent, compassionate, sincere, educated, centered, someone I would rate in the top 5% in terms of smartness and more importantly, someone I like, scares the shit out of me. It is mind-boggling. And I have a high boggle threshold. Ayn Rand is right, there is indeed an “empty, ravening beast devouring the minds of humanity” That’s why I don’t like to deal with people. It is painful to see what people do to themselves.
It is distressing to know that someone I like has self-mutilated her mind.
In my terms you are not an idiot, you are not an asshole. You are locked. What is the English word for that? How do I explain to someone? The words don’t exist. English doesn’t work. Psycho babble is worse, it obfuscates truth in meaningless blabbity-blo. German maybe, Sanskrit, Aramaic, Hokien, Swahili? Math would work. The chaos equations would describe the phenomenom. Even then people would pontificate on the profundity of the math, and expand on it, and claim to understand it. But they would not. The math is not the concept, the math would only describe the concept, but that would be close enough. But the fickle finger of fate has destined that I was born too early and Mandelbrot too late. In like manner Ayn Rand.
It is interesting to note that Ayn Rand, with a typical female viewpoint, views herself as being locked in a room with the beast, while I, with a typical male viewpoint, view myself in a room surrounded by the abyss. Whichever name you choose, it is evil.
Letters to DrB>Here