You are still talking about proving science.
And saying Dennett plus countless other
scientists are intellectually dishonest.
I got you the first time. I realize that "proof" and "proving" is probably not the best language to use. But that doesn't stop me from using the terms on the fly since the belief that technical precision in language will lead to technical precision in understanding is illusory:
The view that precision of science and of scientific language depends upon the precision of its terms is certainly very plausible, but it is none the less, I believe, a mere prejudice. The precision of a language depends, rather, just upon the fact that it takes care not to burden its terms with the task of being precise.
Sir Karl Popper.
I don't load down dumb asses, my words, with burdens I've learned long ago they're ill-equipped to carry; particularly on the long, winding, slender, paths, near the summit of the ideas I hope to arrive at with all my bones, thoughts, (and duffel-bags) intact.
The last time I stood on the Matterhorn gazing down on the silly souls below, I left dead donkey's strewn along the path to the summit. I stood there, alone, solitary, gazing, as Lucretius implied I would, down on the battles taking place far beneath me, and experienced something like an epicurean nirvana (if I might mix metaphors and cultures):
And again, do you think it at all strange if a man returning from divine contemplation's to the petty miseries of men cuts a sorry figure and appears most ridiculous, if, while still blinking through the gloom, and before he has become sufficiently accustomed to the environing darkness, he is compelled in courtrooms or religion forums to contend about the shadows of justice or the images that cast the shadows and to wrangle in debate about the notions of these things in the minds of those who have never seen justice itself?
Plato, Republic, book vii, 517,d.
Nothing is more blissful than to occupy the heights effectively fortified by the teaching of the wise, tranquil sanctuaries from which you can look down upon others and see them wandering everywhere in their random search for the way of life, competing for intellectual eminence, disputing about rank, and striving night and day with prodigious effort to scale the summit of wealth and to secure power. O minds of mortals, blighted by your blindness! Amid what deep darkness and daunting dangers life’s little day is passed!
Lucretius, On the Nature of Things.
John