Here's draft op I decided was too woo for you, and couldn't think of a title for, and felt needed more or less, but couldn't decide which.
Untitled.
As Martin Luther Wittgenstein once said, 'I have a beetle...'
There will be no argument here. Some may think that where there is no argument, there is no philosophy. Hume and I beg to differ.
Reason is, and ought only to be the slave of the passions, and can never pretend to any other office than to serve and obey them. — Hume
So what follows is not an argument, and not even exactly a description, but an invocation, beetle to beetle, of the religious impulse that is alleged to lie in all men. There will be no facts to dispute, no doctrine, no prescription; feel something, or not.
Hymn.
The lesson is taken from the Gospel of Meno:
Meno: And how are you going to search for [the nature of virtue] when you don't know at all what it is, Socrates? Which of all the things you don't know will you set up as target for your search? And even if you actually come across it, how will you know that it is that thing which you don't know? — Plato
Everybody knows the secret, but we have forgotten it. Facts about the world accumulate in the mind and in books and theories and practices. And jolly useful and entertaining they are too, but there is also the psyche, and what is there has always been there, and one is mindful of it or not. Well this is a story we have told ourselves at any rate. And if one does not like the story of anamnesis in relation to science, there is still some room for it in its original place, unless and until science has discovered the
good particle.
Or we could say that the source of judgement is always present, acknowledged or not, and that it is
other. Other, in the first place from my desires and preferences, other in fact from my self. However, in saying, or rather feeling this, there is a danger of externalising it. The horrors of righteousness follow quickly from this objectified other - my judgement becomes the Word of God to be imposed on you. Don't go there, because that is living in the presence of the devil.
To live in the presence of the Lord is something else entirely. It is always only oneself that is judged.
Hymn.
All of science and all of religion have not saved a single life. It is sometimes proposed that it is the awareness of personal mortality that distinguishes the human from the animal, though elephants and whales dispute this. Anyway, it is there, and we are aware; we will be laid low. So from elsewhere, from an
other place, one judges this to be a thing of beauty, a salvation from the suffering self. All that I needed, all that I wanted I have already, gratis - is it a madness, or is it a connection with that other?
Hymn.
I love the ambiguity, the multiple meanings. Like laying down a track in the recording studio, make something of your life, and there again, relinquish that 'me' while you have the chance. And again, have that physical relationship with your lover again, before it's too late.
I have a dream, that our dreams are entwined together... that everybody knows the secret...