Here is a potted plant outside my front door. Notice the vine that has come to say hello. That vine traveled from across the fence and over concrete to meet the plant. The plant’s roots are in a pot on concrete, obviously not in the ground. So then… how did the vine know it was there?
Perhaps what we see as a vine growing is, to the vine, more like traveling. The vine isn’t just growing, it’s walking–and with purpose. This is self-evident and does not need study. Repeatability before the human eye is needed for inventions that could kill us, like the elevator or the rollercoaster, but when we observe nature being nature, it’s always being nature. There is no beginning point called “discovery,” and from that moment on it’s true. That’s arrogance.
If a tree falls in a forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?
If we’re stuck on an arrogant question from 17th century white male philosophy, are we growth-stunted?