Clark (to whom I have previously blogged, later to argue with his guests) at libertypages.com draws my attention to an article by one Josh at melbournephilosopher.com. Someday I will understand the references Clark makes. I may also only half grasp what Josh is saying, but I’ll respond to what I grasp.

Clark conscisely summarizes Josh’s argument:

..literature can not present an argument because the story has no guarantee of being consistent with the real world. Of course that avoids the question of whether any basic assertion does as well.

I think that Josh does overlook the question of whether our basic assertions hold with the real world, and I think that’s a great oversight.

Human beings do not know everything and so we must act without absolution, without certainty, without perfection. Yet we also have a built-in mandate to be objective beings (see The Relativist Contradiction, to which I often refer).

Being absolute creatures, we strive for objectives. To close upon objectives, we must rely on our concept of the world in order to bear upon the world for that objective. But being imperfect, we act on the world in flawed ways: our imagination has friction with the world’s objectives. Where the world’s objective disagrees with our imagination, we are, ourselves, imagination. Then every person is art, literature, music, reason, writing, thinking, dreaming; before obtaining an objective, every person is a fiction; nothing more than a dream. The only way in which a person cannot be a book is if we deny the need for imagination to bear on an objective; if we say that we are the objective, if we say there is no place for imagination to sort right from wrong, being that there isn’t any, which as demonstrated is impossible.

Any given human is a mix of objectives granted from the pool of dreams into reality; yet lacking: so comes imagination, to quest for what is lacking. The lot of us have no claim to a world that is always self-consistent. This is simply because none of us are yet perfectly self consistent - if we were, it would only be by perfect alignment to the objectivity we do not yet totally have. Then, insofar as we cannot place ourselves entirely within objectivity, we live by faith - all of us; and this is the mold in which we were fashioned. Shakespeare declared: “I think, therefore I am”, but Creation declared: “Before you thought, I was.” And Shakespeare was but one of Creation’s thoughts, just as we, creations, have thoughts - inconsistent thoughts - our process on reality is the same as our process on fiction: bridging the impossible to the objective. Fiction is one of the thousand tools of aligning creativity to reality.