Even naming a brute fact, a Brute Fact, is the beginning of a mistake, but it can’t be helped.
Before I open my eyes, I am groping toward a mood. Some say that my mood will be nonintentional – that it will not be about something.
I disagree.
My mood will not have content, but it will stand in relation to something, in this case my unawareness at first, and then my time and place, and then where I left off before sleep. This ‘standing in relation’ – orientation in it’s most basic sense – is everything.
It is the bone of intention – the ‘aboutness’ itself, rather than the analysis of an intentional relation. It comes with consciousness and is not really distinguishable from consciousness. Logic (and its mathematical adjunct) models it, by permission.
Immediately, it yields identity and explanatory reduction. Further out, it leads to categories and theories. All this is natural to us, and renders meaningless terms like ‘supernatural’ and ‘separate mental substance’.
Dedicated to the Game 