It’s day 20 of the rewrites. It includes the previous day’s entry.
Everything that can “see” is a subject. To imagine objectivity is to imagine the gaze of an absolute non-participating third-party. The third party must not have a self, otherwise it would be another subject. But when we ascribe to objects that can’t see a point of view, it still doesn’t have a point of view. We only imagine the point of view and it is still ours.
Indeed one could argue that objectivity exists in the layer of the inter-subject. But it only exists there in the agreement between persons, not elsewhere, as it’s often claimed to be. In practice, accepting the label of objectivity is deferring to the power of the majority. It’s not quite understood as that, so using the label is often disingenuous.
Exactly because subjects could hide behind objectivity, it is very useful. It’s like having a convenient extension to one’s limited point-of-view. To admit to its illusory nature is to confront the implications of existing as a self. That is not comfortable. Always disavowing claims to objectivity might be preferable, but impossible because of this. At least, one could always be wary of those who claim authority by invoking the power of its usefulness.
No adverbs. No passive voice. All very readable. And it still does not make sense. Enough for today.
It’s day 18 of the rewrites.
I was listening to Dan Carlin’s Hardcore History episodes on World War I the past few days. I’m about to finish Blueprint for Armageddon IV. I’m currently listening to the aftermath of the butchery that was the battle of the Somme. My thoughts are about a lot of forgotten dead people, how the world is ripe for another war, and how stupid that would be.
But then it is also possible that this very moment is a fluke. The universe produced a consciousness in an instant, in random. With how big the universe is, it is sure to happen. This configuration of matter is such that everything we experience seem to be. It includes all our imagined history and lore and future, including us. But it is all an illusion that will collapse again into the randomness from which it came from. At the moment though, at this moment, everything is as real as any and all subjective reality could get.
Of course, this is my gag reflex to the idea of so many senseless deaths. When in discomfort, think of the Boltzmann brain, I guess.
Yesterday I thought I should write about why objectivity doesn’t exist. People are better off being explicit about their subjectivity. But on account of what I wrote today, I forgot about it and only now remembered. So I will write about it tomorrow. Enough for today.
I get the point of making written words easier to read. But the feeling is not quite the same as writing a one-paragraph-long sentence in one go.