Spiritual is material.

November 2022 Forums General discussion Spiritual is material.

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  • #233706
    Thomas_More
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    Spiritus means breath, and breath is material. So we can use the word “spiritual” as long as we specify that we are materialists, and that all the things one associates as spiritual are the result of matter in motion within us.

    #233710
    DJP
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    I think in some older texts “spirit” is used more like we might use “consciousness” or “mind”. Hegel’s “Phenomenology of Spirit” isn’t about disembodied souls for example.

    But anyone can use whatever words they like, the more important question is which ones are more likely to be misunderstood.

    #233712
    LBird
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    Thomas More wrote: “Spiritus means breath, and breath is material.”

    And ‘material’, according to Marx, meant something like ‘relevant’ to human production.

    A bit like a ‘material fact’ in a courtroom.

    It certainly doesn’t mean ‘matter’ (ie. only stuff humans can touch, etc.)

    So, ‘material’ is nothing to do with the outdated ideology of ‘matter in motion’. Modern physics has completely undermined that conceptual construct.

    #233722
    Bijou Drains
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    I had a feeling you might make an appearance at this point Birdy boy. Hope you are well you old Scouse rascal!

    #233725
    LBird
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    Hiya, BD, point of order on ‘rascal’, it’s usually ‘scally’ round these parts!

    Yeah, you’re right of course… any mention of ‘matter in motion’ is like a red rag to a bull.

    Marx never used that term, or even that concept.

    Marx’s big thing was ‘social production’. Which requires ‘consciousness’, which he never reduced to ‘matter’.

    But try telling that to the ‘materialists’, and contradicting their ‘rock and mud’ fetish!

    #233726
    Thomas_More
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    What have you got against rocks and mud? You came from them and will be them again … and again … and again …
    Me too.

    #233727
    Bijou Drains
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    Mud and rocks, not on my fetish list. Now if you had mentioned……
    (ps. I know the origin of the term fetish)

    #233731
    Thomas_More
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    We’re all stardust: rocks, mud, humans.

    #233732
    Thomas_More
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    A DROP OF DEW by Lafcadio Hearn.

    To the bamboo lattice of my study-window a single dewdrop hangs quivering.
    Its tiny sphere repeats the colours of the morning,—colours of sky and field and far-off trees. Inverted images of these can be discerned in it,—also the microscopic picture of a cottage, upside down, with children at play before the door.
    Much more than the visible world is imaged by that dewdrop: the world invisible, of infinite mystery, is likewise therein repeated. And without as within the drop there is motion unceasing,—motion forever incomprehensible of atoms and forces,—faint shiverings also, making prismatic reply to touches of air and sun.
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    Buddhism finds in such a dewdrop the symbol of that other microcosm which has been called the Soul…. What more, indeed, is man than just such a temporary orbing of viewless ultimates,—imaging sky and land and life,—filled with perpetual mysterious shudderings,—and responding in some wise to every stir of the ghostly forces that environ him?…
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    Soon that tiny globe of light, with all its fairy tints and topsy-turvy picturings, will have vanished away. Even so, within another little while, you and I must likewise dissolve and disappear.
    Between the vanishing of the drop and the vanishing of the man, what difference? A difference of words…. But ask yourself what becomes of the dewdrop?
    By the great sun its atoms are separated and lifted and scattered. To cloud and earth, to river and sea they go; and out of land and stream and sea again they will be updrawn, only to fall and to scatter anew. They will creep in opalescent mists;—they will whiten in frost and hail and snow;—they will reflect again the forms and the colours of the macrocosm; they will throb to the ruby pulsing of hearts that are yet unborn. For each one of them must combine again with countless kindred atoms for the making of other drops,—drops of dew and rain and sap, of blood and sweat and tears….
    How many times? Billions of ages before our sun began to burn, those atoms probably moved in other drops, reflecting the sky-tints and the earth-colours of worlds in some past universe. And after this present universe shall have vanished out of Space, those very same atoms—by virtue of the forces incomprehensible that made them—will probably continue to sphere in dews that will shadow the morning beauty of planets yet to be.
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    Even so with the particles of that composite which you term your very Self. Before the hosts of heaven the atoms of you were—and thrilled,—and quickened,—and reflected appearances of things. And when all the stars of the visible Night shall have burnt themselves out, those atoms will doubtless again take part in the orbing of Mind,—will tremble again in thoughts, emotions, memories,—in all the joys and pains of lives still to be lived in worlds still to be evolved….
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    Your personality?—your peculiarity? That is to say, your ideas, sentiments, recollections?—your very particular hopes and fears and loves and hates? Why, in each of a trillion of dewdrops there must be differences infinitesimal of atom-thrilling and of reflection. And in every one of the countless pearls of ghostly vapour updrawn from the Sea of Birth and Death there are like infinitesimal peculiarities. Your personality signifies, in the eternal order, just as much as the especial motion of molecules in the shivering of any single drop. Perhaps in no other drop will the thrilling and the picturing be ever exactly the same; but the dews will continue to gather and to fall, and there will always be quivering pictures … The very delusion of delusions is the idea of death as loss.
    There is no loss—because there is not any Self that can be lost. Whatsoever was, that you have been;—whatsoever is, that you are;—whatsoever will be, that you must become. Personality!—individuality!—the ghosts of a dream in a dream! Life infinite only there is; and all that appears to be is but the thrilling of it,—sun, moon, and stars,—earth, sky, and sea,—and Mind and Man, and Space and Time. All of them are shadows. The shadows come and go;—the Shadow-Maker shapes forever.

    #233733

    We are cosmic dusts

    #233743
    LBird
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    If comrades wish to call Marx’s ‘ideal-material’ (mind-matter) ‘stardust’, that’s fine by me.

    As long as we’re talking about ‘conscious activity’ by humans, social production of our nature, we’ll all get along just fine.

    The problems start when the 18th century bourgeois ideology of ‘matter’ (dead nature, conscious-less stuff) is chosen to be employed.

    What’s more, even the bourgeois ideologists have moved on. For example, see this week’s article in The Grauniad:

    https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2022/sep/26/physics-particles-physicists

    #233744
    Thomas_More
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    “Dead nature”?

    I would be interested in reading the avian’s view of how life began on Earth. At some point, he must concede, the “inanimate” became animate.
    Like it or not (and I like it, being without prejudice), the ancestor of both avians and Marxists was … mud!

    #233800
    LBird
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    Thomas More wrote: “Dead nature? I would be interested in reading the avian’s view of how life began on Earth. At some point, he must concede, the “inanimate” became animate.”

    “Dead nature” and “Inanimate nature” are ideological synonyms, Thomas.

    If you choose to believe that “animate” emerged from “inanimate” (ie. ‘living nature’ from ‘dead nature’), that’s your ideological choice. But to ‘concede’ this, whether by human or by avian, is to have the preceding belief. Then, all ‘evidence’ will be chosen to confirm that belief.

    Thomas More wrote: “Like it or not (and I like it, being without prejudice), the ancestor of both avians and Marxists was … mud!”

    ‘Liking’ is a ‘prejudice’, Thomas.

    My ‘prejudice’ was also Marx’s: the ancestor of humans was humans, and their historic and changeable social production, producing both consciousness and being.

    Good luck with the ‘mud ideology’!

    #233821
    Thomas_More
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    Where did humans come from, avian friend?

    Some reading for you: The Ancestor’s Tale by Richard Dawkins.

    #233825
    DJP
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    “Where did humans come from”

    It’s humans all the way down.

    Evolutionary biology is capitalist ideology as it contradicts the supreme proletarian teachings on LBirdian idealism-materialism.

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