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Sun 30 Jan, 2005 06:32 pm
Do rocks spend their entire existance trying to accomplish their own version of contemplating what it is to be a rock?
Rocks can't think. They aren't living things.
I didn't say they were thinking.
So it is possible to make a concious effort without being conscious?
Rocks spend all their time rocking. What else can they do?
Rocks also spend an inordinate amount of time fantasizing about the Rockettes.
Just guessing here.
Not that I would know such things.
I mean, I'm not admitting to ever having had similar thoughts.
But...
Jon, are you high?
I thought they were too stoned all the time to organise a philosophy.
Rocks have been here longer than anything else. They have practiced their own form of contemplation on many things. Rocks know the meaning of life. They've known for a long time. They just can't tell us what it is.
It's questions like this that make me wonder whether philosophy is the past time of the insane.
That aside, I think you're anthropomorphising the issue. Only humans wonder what being human is about. It's a uniquely human thing. Other creatures know what being an 'X' is about. We just complicate things. One expects that if a rock were capable of thought that it would already understand what it is to be a rock.
Now you're living up to your moniker, antibuddha. I think the Buddha might have said that rocks understand their own nature perfectly well, in rock, not human terms. You are right that we are anthropomorphizing a lot. We are even hypostatizing rocks, projecting human qualities onto them and then laughing at the absurdity of doing so.
Once there was a cube who wanted to become a cow.
His neighbor sphere just wanted to be perfectly spheric.
It hurt it a lot, but the cube became a cow.
The sphere became perfectly round; so perfect it bounced and bounced to the stars.
The cow, meanwhile, was sent to the slaughterhouse.
Rocks are only exciting when dynamite is involved. Or another explosive just as effective as dynamite.
fbaezer wrote:Once there was a cube who wanted to become a cow.
His neighbor sphere just wanted to be perfectly spheric.
It hurt it a lot, but the cube became a cow.
The sphere became perfectly round; so perfect it bounced and bounced to the stars.
The cow, meanwhile, was sent to the slaughterhouse.
A perfect sphere can not bounce.
theantibuddha wrote:
A perfect sphere can not bounce.
Well then... the perfect sphere
floated and
floated to the stars.
Rock of ages, cleft for me.
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