Just think: in all the clean, beautiful reaches of the solar system, our planet alone is a blot; our planet alone has death.
It is true that 'I seem to see a table' does not entail 'I see a table'; but 'I seem to feel a pain' does entail 'I feel a pain'. So scepticism loses its force - cannot open up its characteristic gap - with regard to that which ultimately most concerns us, pleasure and pain.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote discusses the nature of perception and the certainty of feelings, asserting that while we can doubt what we see, we cannot doubt our feelings of pleasure and pain.
Galen Strawson's quote highlights a significant philosophical distinction between visual perception and sensory experience. It suggests that while one can question the validity of visual observations—such as whether a table is truly there—one's experiences of pleasure and pain are undeniable and cannot be subjected to the same level of skepticism. This indicates that when it comes to our fundamental sensations and emotions, skepticism falls short as these experiences truly matter to us.
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Example use cases
During a philosophical lecture on the nature of reality, this quote might be used to emphasize the difference between skepticism and personal experience.
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