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Naturalism far away from normativity?

Speculative  mind  has  boarded  in  a  ship,  and  sailing  against  the  tides  of  mystery  to  reach  near wisdom;  after  all  Copernican  revolution  (Immanuel  Kant)  is  one  sort  of  various  hypothesises which  needs  to  pass  the  muster  through  posteriori  (sensuality+induction)  method.  A  Mind  is  a connecting  pool  between  ‘id’  and  ‘superego,’  (Sigmund  Freud);  the  odious  egoistic  impulse that  evolves  with  due  course  of  time,  guided  by  consciousness  which  encompasses  passions and  desires  into  the  direction  of  super-wisdom  (trance).  To  the  contrary,  if  passions  and  desires chariot  a  human  soul,  though  natural,  it  directs  to  a  distant  place  where  instant  pleasures  are  at work,  however  Socratic  happiness  remains  far  away  even from  the  dreams.  However,  David Hume thinks otherwise,  i.e.,  passions, desires  and  sentiments  are  the  true sources of knowledge. Instant  pleasures  and  short  time  achievements  are  the  reflections  of  tiny  contentment  and idleness  which  does  bring  out  mediocrity,  instead  enlightened  mind  is  full  of  curiosity,  like  a child,  which  looks  for  ‘is’  and  beyond  an  ‘is’  in  order  to  find out  an  ‘ought.’  Sometimes  ‘is’  is  so mystified  that  helpless  senses  could  not  perceive  its  basic  structure,  unless  childlike  curiosity comes  at  play.  If  Hume’s  scepticism,  unlike  Descartes,  is  supplemented  by  Newton’s naturalism  is  true  source  of  human  knowledge,  then  why  does  he  fail  to  develop  a  calculus, capable  to  measure  human’s  ethics?  Undoubtedly,  scepticism  has  been  a  source  of enlightenment  in  Europe  which  had  enlarged  the human's anatomy of epistemology from a  priori to  posteriori,  but  inductive method  has  its  own  limitations;  like  a  frog  knows  his  world  inside  the  well,  and  like  prisoners living  in  a  platonic  cave  knowing  their  world  with  self-contentment.  But  what  about  a  world which  is  unknown  to  us?  Could  there  be  a  science  who  could  unravel  nature’s  ethical mystification?  A  plenty  of  religions,  philosophical  justifications,  and  blind  myths  have  blurred human’s  memory in the  name of faith.  Even Kantian metaphysical world  has  left  it  unanswered. Furthermore,  ‘right’  and  ‘wrong’  have  been  defined  to  the  benefits  of  a  few  while  human's ethics has  been  far  away  from  objectivity.  Could  it  be  said  that  ‘faith’  is  an  emotional  subject?  A subject  which requires  more time,  so  that,  a mature mind  could  develop  scientific  temperaments and  further  human’s  society  could  cleanse  all sorts of  garbage  produced  by their  irrational  theology.  But, of  course,  current  understanding  of  science  revolve  around  materialistic  needs.  Shouldn’t  there be  a  broad  perspective  of  science,  a  science  not  for  destruction  but  for  harmony,  not  for luxurious  pursuit  of  pleasures  instead  of  perpetual  happiness,  a science for  normative  superconsciousness,  who’s  even  darker  side  is  itching  towards  well-being  of  mankind.  However,  we have  come  a  long  way,  but  human’s  mind  is  still  searching  for  some  normative  standards  to develop  transcendental  ethics  in  line  with  nature.  Perhaps,  positivism  has  its  own  limitations?

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