You Are the Cause Why You Don't Know the Causes. Spinoza and Kant Halfway
When we ask why there is suffering in the universe, we bow low to our beloved Spinoza. This is where the reading of Spinoza becomes especially interesting.
Spinoza does not simply say that we have inadequate ideas because we lack information. He says we are finite modes. That means every human mind necessarily grasps only a tiny fragment of the causal network that produces any event. You walk down the street. A friend passes me without saying hello. Immediately your predictive mind asks, why? It's not such a stupid concern because let's remember that the support of friends and others translates in the human brain into a greater chance of survival, so we care more about why he answered us.
So, our brain, the predictive machine generates a pile of thoughts.
She did not recognize me.
She was worried about her child.
She had just received terrible news.
She simply didn't see me.
The point is not that one of these is correct. Because these are not answers, they are speculations The point is that I do not possess the causal network that would allow me to know. That is exactly what Spinoza means by an inadequate idea. An adequate idea would require understanding the chain of causes that produced the event. But as finite beings, we almost never have access to that chain.
Now extend this to existence itself. Someone asks, why is there suffering? They expect a complete answer. But that question concerns not one friend on one street, for which I also have no answer. It concerns the totality of causes operating in the universe. From a Spinozist perspective, what grounds do we have for expecting a finite organism to comprehend the totality? None. That is not because Nature is hiding something or is cruel or doesn't give a damn about us. It is because finitude itself limits knowledge.
The concept of meta-suffering fits here beautifully. It is not only that we suffer. It is that we suffer while simultaneously recognizing that we cannot fully know why we suffer. That is a uniquely human burden. Every time we ask "Why?", we reveal both the greatness and the limitation of the human mind. We are intelligent enough to seek causes, yet finite enough never to possess them completely.
We do not merely suffer because we are finite. We suffer because we are finite beings capable of recognizing our own inadequacy. We can see that every event has causes, while knowing that we will never grasp the entire chain.
There is another profound irony. The very mechanism that allows science to exist is the same mechanism that generates existential frustration. If we did not assume that events have causes, we would never investigate anything. But because we assume there are causes, we are constantly confronted with the fact that our explanations are incomplete. That is not a flaw of science. It is the condition of being a finite knower.