Ive recently been contemplating the scope of my life's major work-focus. As my relationship to my own work, is itself quite a mysterious source of personal turmoil. I have recently come to the realization, that my work only amounts to a comprehensive and exhaustive science of reality (which encompasses both life, freedom and time). Such a grand claim on Science, has been suffocating within my own pursuit to develop my work: and has finally been contextualized by relegating science into its subordinate prominence, in the role that life discerns for it.
My science of reality, just as any other Science, ie a science of time: is not meant to feature a vicarious experience through an 'objective frameworks' (frameworks containing no vicarious component, or suitable feature, identifiable to the subjective consciousness- the ghost which gets inherited by whatever new parameters that the math models depict for the innumerate masses of Scientism to worship).
Science is meant to model formulaic limitations, by mechanistic description... in this sense, the magnum opus of intellectual pursuit, precipitates a stone that symbolizes the death of all flesh, cast into a prism of philosophical clarity: the science that can do no more— than delineate life into its constituent spectrum, or extraneously confirm when some ingredients which measures up to its prescription- pass over the limit it can represent the hurdle for.
I need to edit this post for clarity, but the conclusion is, science can only be a negative test, and so a philosopher stone cannot gauge or touch what life is, forever falling short of that positive definition; but it can be made to encompass every style of limitation (which conforms with 'death'). And so science cannot directly aide, although it can purify or cleanse (ignorance, mistakes, errors); and yet it is not the truth, or a God: because a stone is the weight of a limitation, it offers applicability for its use as a tool, however it never contains a prescription about itself (that doesn't escape a cascade of self-condemnation or the deprecation from its own inherent futility). {a small illustration of this is depicted by the exchange between [MENTION=18694]The Wailing Specter[/MENTION] and [MENTION=22178]magpie[/MENTION] in this thread)