@joefromchicago,
Quote:Well, no, not in those exact words. Here's what you said in response to my question of how you determine "actual truth:" "No, it's by choice, and that's my point. The world is as you believe it to be, and what you believe is what you chose to believe, consciously and subconsciously." I'm not sure how "the world is as you believe it to be" differs markedly from "reality is a matter of choice," but you, of course, are free to explain and expand upon your remarks.
I know you steer clear of me Joe but Bertrand Russell explained it with his refutation of Behaviourism where he has Dr Watson watching a rat, as well he might seeing as how much DNA we have in common with rats.
He can describe what he sees using certain agreed vocabularies which others observing can use to agree with him that what he sees is what they see. If he is professor the students who learn those vocabularies get good grades. It's simple, as the cute puppet meerkat is always reminding everybody in the Market.com advert.
You see the good doctor observing the rat by choosing to see the scene as he sees it. Not that you ever can. Ultimately. But the closer you get the higher are the grades. And ultimately is where Cyr is taking us. We can't be using common sense in those far out regions now can we? Dr Watson is in the scene for other observers in a way he isn't for himself. They are actually being invited to observe him and the rat and in a manner which makes no distinction between the two. Which could lead to low grades. Or even to throwing all your notes up in the air and galloping off into the distance, like the early settlers might be said to have done.
We do see what we choose to see. Huxley describes in Doors of Perception an attempt on LSD to see reality without one's choices being present. He seems to have been gobsmacked. Artists have been playing with the idea for centuries. Look closely at the Mona Lisa.
Look at a looker with trapped eyes, ball and chain job, and the eyes of a guy with similar ideas who isn't fettered. And she's hardly moved a muscle.
It's a good job we do choose what we see and that how we choose was chosen for us by our forbears in the foggy ruins of time.