Thank God for coffee ☕
Hmm... 🤔
Which is more useful - gratitude for something with no definite opposite, like coffee, or gratitude from something which can be easily defined by its opposite or what it's not, like warmth?
For the purpose of meditation, prayer, and practicing gratitude... Would the difference have an effect on you?
Anyways, #GM ☕
#coffee #coffeechain #philosophy
Comparison in relief is the real thing here, not opposites in my opinion. In other words, gratitude for love is not gratitude for the opposite for hate. So when we contemplate on a subject in the spirit of gratitude we might consider the the subject's context and relation to ourself and our loved ones. We feel love for our family, we feel love (hopefully) for ourselves, we are grateful for love to be present in this context. The benefit is the concept of hate need play no role in the contemplation. Thanks for spurring this thought out loud, it's an attempt to contradict you at all, I'm just sharing what sprung to mind.
*not and attempt to contradict. Sorry my n key is fucked
The thought continued developing for me too. The things which we can define in terms of opposites are higher forms, indefinite concepts, maybe platonic forms or maybe higher than that. The things with no definite opposites are material things.
Not sure if this is useful... Maybe it could help to be able to consciously dwell in abstraction... Well, which is the abstraction is debatable, but I guess I mean practicing pure rationalism
Over the last few years I've come to believe that nothing exists by itself and that the only platonic forms are purely mathematical. A good illustration of this is the color test where they place a gray square over white and it looks dark grey and when they place it over darker grey it looks almost white. It's kind of a paralyzing thought for me the idea that things only exist in relation to other things but at the same time freeing because you get a direct experience of the fact that the world is nothing in particular until we meme it together in our minds.
I think it's a matter of zooming in or out. Directly beneath the phenomenal, it appears that everything is dualistic. Beneath dualism, it appears that everything is a reflection of the whole. Beneath the reflection of the whole, its all one. And then it's all self. But then it breaks back apart and its all like spinning sets of dualities or paired archetypes. Strength/Weakness, Fortune/misfortune, Inside/outside, Christ/serpent, material/spiritual - etc forever, probably. The archetypal elements make a story, and the self is the logos enjoying the adventure of being the fool.
But... I'm trapped in this particular fool (myself in front of mySelf), stuck at this zoom magnification level
