I know you wouldn't, it is not in your nature as far as I know you. But the point was that everybody looks for an overarching explanation and nobody is qualified to have one. Should we all stay rationally silent then?
It's funny you know...I keep being under the impression no one would want to be an expert on any subject if the intimate goal was not to inductively get to try to have at least a vague grasp upon everything else.
From all those videos that I regularly see every day, I have never seen so many scientists do so much naive philosophy wildly departing from their fields of expertise to have a glimpse of the meaning of being around. Tabu tabu...irony is everywhere around us, and I am not excluding myself from the long harm of irony in every inch of dabbling with words when I write on the internet.
Speaking about loving to be right I have a spin-off on it. It amuses me to see a bunch of smartish monkeys including the creme de la creme, the Nobels, the best on the field, being so messed up, so torn apart by language games and obscure concepts that trap them in their cultural time frame no matter how much they try, and knowing that I myself although aware of their failure am just as much incapable. My little victory on the road to Truth is to really know not just fake it, that I really really don't know ****! Not just on X or Y, but about everything around me. In that regard, I somewhat am on top of the game. Homo Sapiens is truly insufficient!
Ask me what is motion, I don't know...what is energy, I don't know, what is matter, I don't know, what is life, again I don't know. We speak through metaphors even in the most hardcore fields like mathematics geometry or physics...The contradictions multiply and traps in languaging are everywhere...
Lately, I have been giving some thought to dimensionality and degrees of freedom (freedom go figure) and pondering upon what is motion...and oh boy what to say...never seen one dimensional anything around me let alone eleven...spacetime being emergent stops the chain of causation to start the very existence of anything or redirects the problem to a meta spacetime in some upper level of reality...where does information fits and how does it act without time or transit?...words fail us every second...traps everywhere...and all along the hubris, the vanity, the aspirations of a bunch of pissing smart monkeys are the best we got to entertain ourselves and forget that we are mortal.
Fuch...man the animal, the savage, the untamed, the hermit, the one who can't read but immerses himself in its natural ground, along with other animals deserves my utmost respect, because in there lies the one honest human being.