You may be able to maintain a straight face, but without equivocating, you cannot do this without contradicting yourself.
I'm sorry, but I can only see you as a bit trapped in the illusion of language.
But maybe I'm mistaken. Can you tell me, clearly and in small words, how you would go about unequivocating the concept of "The son of God (SOG)?"
We have no mind meld yet. So all you can do is produce another batch of words to substitute for 'SOG', yes?
And if I begin to show that your new, expanded definition can point to both a true thing and a false thing, you'll accuse me again of 'equivocating', won't you? You'll only be satisfied if we can turn Jesus into those three little squiggles on paper... 'SOG'.
It's why I say that you seem to me to suffer a passion for certainty. You want to turn life into math so that you can strip away its ambiguity. I resist and oppose that quite-natural impulse. I think it's important for us to embrace the ambiguity. I want you to be strong.
But saying that Christ was and was not the son of God, in the selfsame sense of "son of God", is self-contradictory, and is simply incoherent.
What can I say except what I've counseled in the past. Try to think of language as your tool, not your master. If you see another person write a bit of seemingly contradictory prose, don't assert that it is contradictory. Instead, probe the mind of that person to see whether he can defend his prose. The (non)contradiction is in his mind, not in his words.
Just my advice. Take it or not.
how would two random symbols, considered as mere symbols, contradict one another? What are they contradicting, if the symbols don't mean anything?
Good question. Would you agree that the following sentence is contradictory?
Meekbots exist, but meekbots do not exist.
I think most people would see it as an example of contradiction, even with no idea of the nature of meekbots.
Even if we were absolutely unable to learn anything reliable about the "objective", external world we live in- if we could never completely trust our observations of the shape of the moon- it would not follow that there are not determinate states of affairs in the world nevertheless; in other words, that the moon has some shape, which is not open to interpretation or opinion- regardless of whether anyone knows that shape beyond all doubt or not.
That's a comforting belief, I know. Some nights I stare up at the (apparent) moon and think, "What if it's all illusion?" and a chill starts to creep over me. Soon my mind is flying in all sorts of directions, every kind of imagining. I visit wild places, frightening places.
And when it finally gets too scary, I say to myself, "Stop, AG. Stop your worry. Just pretend that it's all real. Settle. You're a brilliant logician. Settle for that. Focus on those little hard, real squiggles that we have learned to put on paper. Embrace the 1s and the 0s. Manipulate 'the moon' as others do -- the ones who don't even wonder about its reality anymore."
Then I am fine again and can go to sleep.
Because there isn't really a viable alternative model, and that of a shared, external, objective world works pretty darn well.
You've misunderstood my verb 'champion.' Of course we can play around with apparent objective reality. But why champion it? Why insist that it is really, really, really out there?
What drives that, I wonder.