An object is a technical term in philosophy often used in contrast to the term subject. Consciousness is a state of cognition that includes the subject, which can never be doubted as only it can be the one who doubts, and some object or objects that may or may not have real existence without reference to the subject. Metaphysical frameworks also differ in whether they consider objects exist independently of their properties and, if so, in what way.
The pragmatist Charles S. Peirce defines the broad notion of an object as anything that we can think or talk about. In a general sense it is any entity: the pyramids, Alpha Centauri, the number seven, a disbelief in predestination or the fear of dogs. In a strict sense it refers to any definite being.
In English the word object is derived from the Latin objectus (pp. of obicere) with the meaning of "to throw, or put before or against", from ob-(pref.) and jacere, "to throw". As such it is a root for several important words used to derive meaning, such as objectify (to materialize), objective (a future reference), and objectivism (a philosophical doctrine that knowledge is based on objective reality).
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Philosophy is the study of general and fundamental problems, such as those connected with reality, existence, knowledge, values, reason, mind, and language. Philosophy is distinguished from other ways of addressing such problems by its critical, generally systematic approach and its reliance on rational argument. The word "philosophy" comes from the Greek φιλοσοφία (philosophia), which literally means "love of wisdom".
The introduction of the terms "philosopher" and "philosophy" has been ascribed to the Greek thinker Pythagoras. The ascription is said to be based on a passage in a lost work of Herakleides Pontikos, a disciple of Aristotle. It is considered to be part of the widespread body of legends of Pythagoras of this time. "Philosopher" was understood as a word which contrasted with "sophist" (from sophoi). Traveling sophists or "wise men" were important in Classical Greece, often earning money as teachers, whereas philosophers are "lovers of wisdom" and not professionals.
The main areas of study in philosophy today include epistemology, logic, metaphysics, ethics, and aesthetics.
Graham Harman (born May 9, 1968, Iowa City, Iowa) is a professor at the American University in Cairo, Egypt. He is a contemporary philosopher of metaphysics, who attempts to reverse the linguistic turn of Western philosophy. Harman is associated with Speculative Realism in philosophy, which was the name of a workshop that also included the philosophers Ray Brassier, Iain Hamilton Grant, and Quentin Meillassoux.
Born in Iowa City and raised in Mount Vernon, Iowa, Harman attended St. John's College in Annapolis, Maryland, receiving his B.A. in 1990. He then pursued graduate study under philosopher Alphonso Lingis at Penn State University, receiving his M.A. in 1991. Transferring to DePaul University in Chicago, he received his Ph. D. there in 1999. While in Chicago, he worked briefly as a sportswriter for sportsextra.com (now defunct). Since 2000, he has been a member of the Department of Philosophy at the American University in Cairo.
Through an interpretation of the tool-analysis of Heidegger's Being and Time, Harman sets out to develop what he calls an object-oriented philosophy. Taking the tool-analysis as the defining moment in twentieth-century philosophy, Harman finds in Heidegger the roots of a metaphysics of things which does justice to the autonomous existence of objects. Although working from within it, he finds the broad history of phenomenology to be deficient in that it constantly subordinates the independent life of objects to our (human) access to them. Against the Kantian tradition, his object-oriented approach considers the neglected real life of objects to be fertile ground for a resurgent metaphysics. Emphasizing the notions of substance and occasional cause (see occasionalism), he affirms the absolute autonomy of objects from all other objects while aiming to "allude" to their shadowy underground life and covert interactions by means of metaphor.
Levi Bryant is Professor of Philosophy at Collin College in the Dallas-Fort Worth metropolitan area. He is a member of the object-oriented philosophy movement and coined the term object-oriented ontology in 2009. His own version of object-oriented thought, called 'Onticology', disprivileges human experience from a central position in metaphysical inquiry, while holding that objects are always split between two domains, virtuality and actuality. For Bryant, virtuality refers to the powers and potential of any given object, whereas actuality designates the qualities manifested by the actualization of an object's potential at any given point in time.
Bryant has also written extensively about post-structural and cultural theory, including the work of Gilles Deleuze, Jacques Lacan, Jacques Ranciere, and Slavoj Zizek. His blog, Larval Subjects, has generated over 2 million hits since its inception in 2006.
Bryant became interested in philosophy as a teenager, after struggling through personal turmoil. He received his Ph.D from Loyola University in Chicago, Illinois, where he originally intended to study 'disclosedness' with the Heidegger scholar Thomas Sheehan. Bryant later changed his dissertation topic to the transcendental empiricism of Gilles Deleuze, with his analysis becoming the basis of his first book, Difference and Givenness: Deleuze's Transcendental Empiricism and the Ontology of Immanence, published in 2008. In addition to working as a professor, Bryant has also served as a Lacanian psychoanalyst.
Told ya' darlin'
all along,
I was right and you were wrong.
A-pleasin' you,
so hard to do.
Cried all night long,
was beatin' through.
Can't sow wild oats
'spect to gather corn.
Can't take right
and make it wrong.
Told ya' darlin',
long time ago,
you gotta reap
what you sow, and what you sow, yeah,
is gonna make you weep,
a-some day,
a-some day,
a-some day.
Yeah, what you sow, yeah,
's gonna make you weep.
Tried to keep you
satisfied;
broke my heart,
crushed my pride.
It's all over now,
but all I see
is a lonely road
and a memory of
daily walkin'
and talkin'
'bout Joanne.
Can't ya' see,
I said, daily walkin'
and talkin'.
Can't sow wild oats
'spect to gather corn.
Can't take right
and make it wrong.
I told ya' darlin',
long time ago,
you gotta reap
what you sow, and what you sow, yeah,
gonna make you weep,
a-some day,
a-some day,
some day.
Yeah, what you sow, yeah,
gonna make you weep,
Won?t you look up at the skyline
At the mortar block and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
You see they always used to be there
Even when this all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
You go ahead, you can laugh all you want
I got my philosophy, keeps my feet on the ground
And I trust it like the ground
And that?s why my philosophy
It keeps me walking when I?m falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the inbetweens I never understood
Won?t you look at me, I?m crazy?
But I get the job done
Yeah, I?m crazy but I get the job done
And I say, "Go ahead, you can laugh all you want
But I got my philosophy, keeps my feet on the ground
And I trust it like the ground
And that?s why my philosophy
It keeps me walking when I?m falling down"
I pushed you ?cause I loved you guys
I didn?t realize you weren?t having fun
I dragged you up the stairs and I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms, you started to cry
You were too high, oh too high
You may take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
But it?s really not that you can?t see
The forest for the trees
You?ve never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
I got my philosophy
Keeps my feet on the ground
And I love you, you?re my friend
But you got no philosophy
Won't you look up at the skyline
At the mortar, block, and glass
And check out the reflections in my eyes
See they always used to be there
Even when this was all was grass
And I sang and danced about a high-rise
And you were laughing at my helmet hat
Laughing at my torch
Go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I see that there is evil
And I know that there is good
And the in-betweens I never understood
Would you look at me I'm crazy
But I get the job done
I'm crazy but I get the job done
So go ahead and laugh all you want
I got my philosophy
And I trust it like the ground
That's why my philosophy
Keeps me walking when I'm falling down
I pushed you cause I loved you guys
I didn't realize
That you weren't having fun
And I dragged you up the stairs
And I told you to fly
You were flapping your arms
Then you started to cry, you were too high
Now you take this all for granted
You take the mortar, block, and glass
And you forget the speech that moved the stone
And it's really not that you can't see
The forest from the trees
You just never been out in the woods alone
So you can laugh all you want to
But I've got my philosophy
And I love you you're my friend
But you got no philosophy
Philosophy
by Allison Crowe
Rain has always fallen silently in my mind
and its built up so high that I'll drown in my own faults
and when I stop breathing maybe I'll be taken to a place
where I can be of some use
now tell me baby, is this not like me
I can't be here now and I don't want your eyes reaching mine
I don't understand why all you had you had to leave behind
I can't stay here now
and I wish my plans were only residential
so I will tell you now that baby I am not unique
so I will empty my veins so my blood can no longer run cold
and my voice will cease shrieking so you can't disagree
I will try to fly
and if I don't make it at least I'll know that I
didn't have to watch myself fail again
well I have got to go
I can walk into the sea
and open my eyes so I can't see
and I can feel you rush in to me
and I am drowning
Nothing good can ever seem to last
but it's goodness that delivers us
our past nothing good can ever come of this
I'm sure but sometimes you are granted just one wish
and every now and then there'll come a time
when you are lost in your own mind
and then you'll understand just why we were put here
on this earth and why nothing good can last
nothing good can ever seem to stay
but it's great to see those great things fade away
nothing good will ever come of this
Told ya' darlin', all along
I was right and you were wrong
A-pleasin' you, so hard to do
Cried all night long, was beatin' through
Can't sow wild oats, 'spect to gather corn
Can't take right and make it wrong
Told ya' darlin', long time ago
You gotta reap, what you sow, and what you sow
Yeah-eah, is gonna make you weep
Some day, some day, some day
Yeah, what you sow-oh, yeah
Is gonna make you weep
Tried to keep you satisfied
Broke my heart, crushed my pride
It's all over now, but all I see
Is a lonely road, and a memory
Of daily walkin', and talkin', 'bout Joanne
Can't ya' see, I said, daily walkin', an' talkin'
Can't sow wild oats, 'spect to gather corn
Can't take right and make it wrong
I told ya' darlin', long time ago
You gotta reap, what you sow, and what you sow
Yeah-eay is gonna make you weep
A-some day, a-some day, some day
Yeah, what you sow, yeah-eay
Just like your father
Just like your mother
What sort of example do you think you're setting?
Do you talk that way to your sister?
Does cunt talk that way to your sister?
So why'd you say that?
You know you can't get away with that
You know what's coming to you now, don't you?
Coming to cunt
I just can't believe you did that
You cunt, you fucking cunt
Who do you think you are?
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You stupid fucking cunt
Do you talk that way to your sister?
Would you talk that way to your momma? Eh?
Come on, cunt, do you talk that way to your momma?
Do you talk that way to your momma?
Didn't she teach you any manners?
Look at me and say you're sorry, cunt
Cunt says sorry
Cunt's gonna say sorry
You're nothing
Cunt's nothing
Zero
Just remind yourself
Remember you're fat
Remember you're stupid
Remember you're ugly
Just like your fucking mother
Just like your fucking father
Have you got a good view?
Fat, stupid and ugly
A fat, stupid, ugly cunt
Are you remembering that?
You fucking cunt
I really can't believe you did that
You vulgar, common, coarse piece of shit
Your hanging and sick wobbly meat flab
Flabby folds your flesh
You're a disgrace
You're a total disgrace
And where's your fucking decorum?
Yes, decorum, where is your fucking decorum?
Cunt's fucking decorum
You fucking cunt
Just like your fucking mother
And just like your fucking father
See that?
What's that over there?
Yes, cunt, that's a door
I just want you to look at the door
Now I'm a really positive person
But you don't know what can happen from day to day
As you think about it in your mind
If I walked out that fucking door
And the door closed
And as it closed
It slammed shut
And no matter what you did
No matter what you fucking did
You could not open the door
And you knew you could never look into my eyes again
Hear my voice again
Feel my touch again
You're right, you know
About that door
You really shouldn't think about it
A huge mistake to fucking think about
You don't have to think about the door
It makes you feel uncomfortable
Doesn't it?
I know it does
You don't have to feel like that
It's distressing
It's really distressing
A terrible think happened
My friend was stabbed in the street
By some drunk
Dead before he arrived at the hospital
Wouldn't it be terrible?
Think about it
Even if you could get that door opened
And you were to search
You could never find me again
You will never be able to see me again
You will never be able to hear my voice again
Feel my touch again
You'll never be able
All that fun we had together
The great times we had together
The coast
The night-time
The hotel
The journey home
Even if you were to open that door
You would search but you could never find
You're nothing
Cunt's nothing
Zero
Just remind yourself
Remember you're fat
Remember you're stupid
Remember you're ugly
Fat, stupid and ugly
Just remember that
And also remember life's tragedies
Think about them
I still think about it
You see that door?
You see that door?
You see that door?
You see that door?
Tell me brother, can you not hold your hatred
Can you take your pride, in fighting life with your mind
tell me sisters, can you take the roas up high
And not make excuses and live life the way you make it?
You've got to follow a philosophy of soul
You got to hold on, you got to be strong
You got to follow a philosophy of soul
And don't you ever let it go...
Tell me mothers, tell me fathers
Can you promise
And give strength to your child
Teach them there's more to life
Then what's on in the inside
CREATE A SOUL IN THEIR SOLDIER