I see, you are philosopher...So, let me ask you something...
If time = measure of change, and change presumes space (three dimensions), then timelessness excludes change (motion) and space (dimensions). Since many philosophers talk about alleged reality (God) which is Non-contingent (necessary) - Everlasting (timeless) - Uncaused, as something which is (for certain reasons like "Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit" ; "impossibility of infinite regression of causes" etc...) practically self-evident, would you agree that these philosophers actually have no idea what they are talking about, in the first place?
What do i mean? If Timelessness (God) has to be devoid of change (motion) and dimensions (space), then there is no way how we could fathom such "necessary" reality (which is beyond reality). If we are unable to even begin to apprehend "Something" that exists in a way which presumes absence of space and time, does it mean that such "Something" is only expression of inadequacy of our power of comprehension, or it means that such "Something" can't even exist objectively? In other words : Since that "Something" is actually "Nothing" (Nothingness) (as far as our power of reasoning is concerned), could it be that such "Nothing" is something "more" (better to say something "less" (Absolute Nothingness)) than just an expression of limitation of our power of comprehension?
If so then Being = Non-Being!!!
If so, our conversation is an illusion!!!
So before we continue our conversation i would like to know whether our conversation is real or not...Can you help me about this dilemma?
So God is timeless, therefore rockets can’t fly in a vacuum because there is no rate of change? This is your current argument, right?
OK, I’ll bite on your current attempt to deflect and derail your own thread.
If there is an entity or higher power we could call God, do you presume that you, me or any other tiny human mind could be capable of fathoming His/Her/Its nature?
Whatever level of understanding of such things you tell yourself you have, it’s all irrelevant to the function of rockets.
We are not God, we perceive the passage of time. Rockets are not God, we observe the the effect of time on them, along with every other physical object.
The nature of our reality is that time exists, rates of change happen, acceleration is a thing, and we can fly rockets in space.
God may well laugh at the primitive concepts we use to describe the universe, but us simpletons can still use GPS to help us get around and watch satellite TV. Neither of which require a PhD in philosophy.
IN SHORT (Rockets can't work in a vacuum of space) :
IN SHORT (Being and Non Being) :
Being = Dynamics = Motion = Change = Presence = Existence
Non Being = Non Dynamics = No Motion = No Change = Absence = Non Existence
If Being (God) Is (Exists) then He is Nothing because He can't be in motion, since if He is in motion (if he thinks/creates/
becomes) he is in Time (which is measure of change which is motion), and if He is in Time then He can't create Universe at any certain point of Time, since whichever point of time He chooses to be that certain moment (of creation of (our) Time) He has to wait infinite number of preceding moments to elapse before that moment (of creation).
If Being (God) Is Not (Doesn't Exist) then He is Something because He is Not in motion and as such (motionless, timeless, non dynamic, absent (of existence)) He can't create anything, He can't think, He "is" Absent Existence which is Nothing.
What this all means?
Knowledge is impossible!
And if knowledge is impossible, how can we even claim that we exist, in the first place?
ON TOP OF THAT :
In Chapter I of the Science of Logic, Hegel defines being to mean 'pure indeterminateness and emptiness', from which he concludes that being is nothing. Hegel then defines nothing as 'absence of all determination.' Since both being and nothing are absence of determination, Hegel concludes that 'being and nothing are the same'. But Hegel then writes:
'But it is equally true that they are not undistinguished from each other, that, on the contrary, they are not the same, that they are absolutely distinct, and yet that they are unseparated and inseparable and that each immediately vanishes in its opposite. Their truth is, therefore, this movement of the immediate vanishing of the one in the other: becoming...'IN ADDITION :
https://www3.nd.edu/~jspeaks/courses/2009-10/20229/LECTURES/5-antinomies.pdfFAUST: I've studied now Philosophy
And Jurisprudence, Medicine,--
And even, alas! Theology,--
From end to end, with labor keen;
And here, poor fool! with all my lore
I stand, no wiser than before:
I'm Magister--yea, Doctor--hight,
And straight or cross-wise, wrong or right,
These ten years long, with many woes,
I've led my scholars by the nose,--
And see, that nothing can be known!
That knowledge cuts me to the bone.
I'm cleverer, true, than those fops of teachers,
Doctors and Magisters, Scribes and Preachers;
Neither scruples nor doubts come now to smite me,
Nor Hell nor Devil can longer affright me.
For this, all pleasure am I foregoing;
I do not pretend to aught worth knowing,
I do not pretend I could be a teacher
To help or convert a fellow-creature.
Then, too, I've neither lands nor gold,
Nor the world's least pomp or honor hold--
No dog would endure such a curst existence!
Wherefore, from Magic I seek assistance,
That many a secret perchance I reach
Through spirit-power and spirit-speech,
And thus the bitter task forego
Of saying the things I do not know,--
That I may detect the inmost force
Which binds the world, and guides its course;
Its germs, productive powers explore,
And rummage in empty words no more!
O full and splendid Moon, whom I
Have, from this desk, seen climb the sky
So many a midnight,--would thy glow
For the last time beheld my woe!
Ever thine eye, most mournful friend,
O'er books and papers saw me bend;
But would that I, on mountains grand,
Amid thy blessed light could stand,
With spirits through mountain-caverns hover,
Float in thy twilight the meadows over,
And, freed from the fumes of lore that swathe me,
To health in thy dewy fountains bathe me!
Ah, me! this dungeon still I see,
This drear, accursed masonry,
Where even the welcome daylight strains
But duskly through the painted panes.
Hemmed in by many a toppling heap
Of books worm-eaten, gray with dust,
Which to the vaulted ceiling creep,
Against the smoky paper thrust,--
With glasses, boxes, round me stacked,
And instruments together hurled,
Ancestral lumber, stuffed and packed--
Such is my world: and what a world!
And do I ask, wherefore my heart
Falters, oppressed with unknown needs?
Why some inexplicable smart
All movement of my life impedes?
Alas! in living Nature's stead,
Where God His human creature set,
In smoke and mould the fleshless dead
And bones of beasts surround me yet!
Fly! Up, and seek the broad, free land!
And this one Book of Mystery
From Nostradamus' very hand,
Is't not sufficient company?
When I the starry courses know,
And Nature's wise instruction seek,
With light of power my soul shall glow,
As when to spirits spirits speak.
'Tis vain, this empty brooding here,
Though guessed the holy symbols be:
Ye, Spirits, come--ye hover near--
Oh, if you hear me, answer me!
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