It is sort of like 'a falling tree in a forest makes no 'sound' until there are entities capable of processing the vibration of air molecules'.
Yet I am of the mind that thinks the tree does actually make a sound. Just because I am not there, does not mean to say that there is 'no noise' associated with the event.
Ahem ...anyway
The consensus of subjective realities defines objective reality.
That depends my friend. At birth I was projected into this material universe and soaked it all up with my senses. I grew and learnt to understand my environment as I developed.
Maybe it has always been that way?
There is nothing subjective about the environment, it is there as a guide to our senses.
I suppose you refer to conceptualizing when you mention objectivity, rather than the fundamental nature of our joint experience?
The development of intelligence (as we generally define it) has produced a capacity to appreciate the wonder of the universe that did not exist before.
It could be argued that the ancients were wiser and closer to the land and had just as much (if not more) appreciation than do we. Afterall, our learning and intelligence has created a dire situation for the environment we currently exist in.
There is no evidence that suggests that our ancestors were necessarily moronic.
Whilst they had their 'so-called' myths & Gods and felt humbled collectively, we in the West (for the main part) place ourselves as Gods and strap a yoke of fear over the rest of creation (or evolution if that word stings).
At least, that is the way I see it.
I watched a TV program the other night about the canopy over the rain forest region of South America. It was fascinating to watch. Yet knowing in my head how life interacts at a minute level, does little for my heart.
Now, I have never been to a rain forest, yet visit my local woods during the summer months each year.
When I enter the woods, my heart is lifted intuitively by the surroundings. The great poets do not capture the feeling, nor the great artists. The interplay upon my senses is a wonder and goes far beyond my ability to facsimile.
The less I reason, the more my heart connects.
... and that for me is:
ineffable