You've got to understand that what we see and feel cannot constitute
a fullness of being, because our sight and intuition are hollow,
like clay. That's what Anaximander was trying to explain, and he
would have succeeded too and circumvented the succeeding millenia
of futile explanation had he but been willing to grieve for this
lost grasp of existence. Instead he wanted to have it both ways --
we cannot know existence unless we're enlightened, and that means
you need to define what enlightenment is and how it can be gotten.
Enlightenment has to be something you can get and if you have it
that means you know what is going on. What else can it be? What else
can it mean? It can't mean anything without existing at least potentially
and the whole problem introduced by a mention of metaphysics is that
existence is no longer a certainty. By being certain I parenthetically
mean touching, knowing that what I touch is there like
it was last time I touched it.
What is there to touch? Is it really accessible to my grasping
hand/mind? Because if not I will never make the football team.
How to integrate this questioning, questing consciousness with
my day to day eating, drinking, farting. I mean of course I know
what's there, I touched it just yesterday...
Tomorrow we will go to the beach.