Many people feel it is their duty to produce- art, entertainment, bullshit and equally want the congratulations. Slaves to our projects. — schopenhauer1
You use the "slave" metaphor. Are we slave though? Suicide is an option. We choose to keep fending off this disorder. I suggest that a certain kind of this fending-off is what we love about life. — t0m
We love imposing order on disorder. We are this imposition. If we fantasize about killing disorder, we fantasize about killing ourselves. I think this is the "death drive." Part of us wants to freeze time. That which is present is always slipping away. We don't have time. We want to grab the wheel and stop it, to have time to think and be. — t0m
Part of us wants to freeze time. That which is present is always slipping away. We don't have time. We want to grab the wheel and stop it, to have time to think and be. — t0m
We are absorbed in the process. We with all our vanity and ambition dissolve into the worked-over object. — t0m
From my perspective, you are maybe being still-too-metaphysical in "missing" a justification for human activities that exists outside of the pleasure in these activities themselves. We only occasionally "notice" the futility of our battle against disorder. To notice this we have to slip out of our usual un-self-conscious enjoyment or contentment in waging this "war" that is at best experienced as play. — t0m
My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are. — E.M Cioran
Right- Nietzsche, got it and I don't buy it. — schopenhauer1
We are burdened with keeping disorder at bay. We are burdened with building order and moving forward. It is a wheel that is placed upon us in instrumental fashion. Saying things like "it's the process not the goal" is just trying to justify what is essentially a truisms of how we "spin" our burden into a positive in order to tell ourselves it is okay. — schopenhauer1
See it for what it is, something we must do, that just keeps going and going and going over and over and over. What other choice do we have but to make up pleasant aphorisms like yours "enjoy the process", "embrace the struggle"? — schopenhauer1
At the moment, though, Heidegger's analysis of time is really impressing me. — t0m
For me it's like conspiracy theory to understand a report of experience as a "spin." I don't deny that one could spin things this way, but the possibility of spin doesn't annul the actuality of amused absorption. It feels good to do something well. You can call that a flight from boredom. I'll even acknowledge that there's some truth in that. We are "programmed" for flow, for action, for productivity. Boredom is arguably a form of pain that directs us away from an unhealthy stagnation. — t0m
A "bad" flow would be an overwhelming challenge, more pain than pleasure. The you could say that we bounce between boredom and a painful taking-care-of. That's true, too, in its way. Those are the extremes, boredom and too-much-challenge. But between those extremes are non-negative and sometimes very positive states. We can imagine integrating a pleasure-pain function over time. Do you think this integral is always negative? — t0m
From my point of view, you are very good at describing what is especially sucky about life from the perspective of a philosophical type. I always relate to what you're talking about. I'm just surprised that you insist that this is the whole story or the final description. — t0m
Yeah, we "must" do it (except for the few with the nerve for suicide). I'll grant that. But doing it isn't always bad and is sometimes quite good. As far as aphorisms go, it's true that there are imperative platitudes like "enjoy the process." These can function as tools to get the flow back on track. If life is "meaningless" and one is nevertheless going to survive, it is only "wise" to learn to enjoy it. So that's the kind of thing one says to the unhappy. A less responsible person might encourage suicide, but who wants to get tangled in other people's deaths? — t0m
There's a certain amount of friction-frustration. But it's a net-good. I keep going back for more. I also just finished about 6 hours of statistical inference homework. Not all pleasure, but an absorbed struggle with the thoughts and symbols punctuated by victories. Then there's the satisfaction of writing out a nice final draft. Yes, I have to do it to pay my bills. But that's part of why it felt good. That "having to" gives a weight to the game. Living up to that having-to feels good, as long as it's not too difficult. — t0m
I've linked the concept of broken tool with boredom. When we are at the surface of things, and they are running smoothly in flow, we do not see things at their core. But, when we are profoundly bored, it is like a broken tool experience. This is where the reality lies, beneath the veneer of our usual goal-process driven stance. If you want to add any more Heideggarian to what I am saying, please do. — schopenhauer1
But the point of the post was the inherent/forced need to maintain the order. We have to put energy into the system to keep it at order. We have to keep the system going for fear of decay, stagnation, destitution. There of course is no choice here. Either stave off disorder or die. — schopenhauer1
Thank you. As far as final description, I admit there are a handful of common goods we experience (i.e. achievement, relationships/connections, learning/discovery, aesthetic pleasure (including humor), physical pleasure, and being absorbed in stimulating mental/physical activities). But eventually, even these get trampled in the wheel of instrumentality. If one focuses narrowly and not on the big picture, this would seem all that is justified in existence. If seen in totality, not so much. It becomes the Aristotlean balancing act- the Golden Mean. Just another coping strategy. More energy to put into the system. The joke is on us. Pragmatism, another coping mechanism. — schopenhauer1
I advocate that if we are going to use coping strategies, have one a bit closer to what is going on. That is to say Philosophical Pessimism. One can still live be a pessimist. One can live and even experience the normal "goods" that come about in the course of time to the non-chronically depressed. That is to say, we can see the pendulum swing, the forced choice of putting more enthalpy into the system, our restless natures, the instrumentality and be consoled in it. Reading a Schopenhauer or Cioran or Ligotti and having a turn of phrase that matches the insights into the human condition consoles without distracting/repressing/ignoring. It is sublimating in works of writing/art, but it provides connection without flinching. — schopenhauer1
Ah yes, weight to the game. Pragmatic extolling of balance and integration of pain with pleasure. It is all instrumentality, my online friend. Weight, no weight, you need to need. There is no choice. Put forth more enthalpy, that wheel does not turn itself.
P.S. I do appreciate your thoughtful responses, I just don't agree much with some of the pragmatic slogans.. it's a balance, no pain no gain, etc. The main rebuttal is the forced nature of it, the instrumental nature that keeps deprivation at a premium, the innumerable number of contingent pains that are unwanted/unexpected but must be overcome (to only be played down in HINDSIGHT if it's not a lifetime debilitation), the need to get caught up in a flow and get back to the surface of things, and the constant need to maintain order from disorder and put more energy into the system. — schopenhauer1
As I understand it, Heidegger doesn't think in terms of the "core" or the true entity --with the exception of the 'core' or most deeply explanatory kind of time. He (at first) just describes the different ways that entities appear or disappear for us (the ways that Dasein reveals and conceals them). His big picture purpose in The Concept of Time is (unsurprisingly) to offer a new analysis of time. He offers 'primordial time' or 'originary temporality' as an otherwise un-timelike irreducible explanation of world-time and physics-time. This primordial time is (as I read it) just left as the brute fact of Dasein's (our) basic structure. The metaphorical "future" of this primordial time is something like (?) a not-necessarily conscious 'ego ideal'. Or that's how Blattner interprets what he calls Heidegger's 'temporal idealism.'
So far Blattner's sense of the big picture gels most convincingly with what I've read. The "existential" stuff in B&T about living one's death is some kind of metaphorical portrait of the most Dasein-like mode of experience time. It's the hardest part to make sense of, but it seems to involve the 'poetic' revelation of reality. It's opposed to routinized idle talk and the crusty pre-interpretation of the world that one inherits from the they and mostly lives as the they. I think Kuhn's normal versus abnormal discourse is somehow analogous. Dasein is most Dasein-like (its 'own' or authentic) when in this revolutionary mode. Anyway, the 'authentic' mode of experiencing time is anxiously or soberly joyful. This 'authentic' mode is the hardest thing to parse, though, so that's just my tentative interpretation. — t0m
Heidegger may have had an analogous term for this which was that of being "Present-at-hand". Of course, this is not the case that we can see ourselves objectively. We are always viewing things from our subjective "I" self. Our stream of conscious inner world. Heidegger might have referred to this as "Ready-at-hand". This subjective world is the world of daily life that we all live in. Referring back to Heidegger, it seems our inner world can be seen as what we focus our attention on. In our day to day lives, we focus our attention on certain things to get things "done" or to entertain ourselves. The hunger-gatherer may focus on hunting the buffalo, or learning a tribal dance, the Westerner may focus on playing poker, or reading the newspaper. When our attention goes smoothly, we are very much "of the appearance of things" that everything is "all right" in our world. However, when our attention is not focused on a specific task, or is not consumed with something to take its mind off existence itself, boredom comes seeping in. The feeling of boredom may be analogous to Heidgger's idea of "broken tool". No longer does the world seem to run smoothly as it did in when our minds were focused or attentive to some task. Now the world itself seems to lack significance. The void of nothingness stares in our face and forces us to flee. The feeling of existential dread is that all consuming feeling that at the heart of the world there is nothingness, at the end of the day there is blankness. When we are focusing our attention we stay at the surface of things. Life makes sense.. things seem logical. Boredom breaks this barrier and shows it for what it is really. We cannot describe what the world is because there are no words. As stated before, it is ineffable. We can only describe the feeling, and that is one of existential dread. — schopenhauer1
On the other hand, I think that interpretation changes what it interprets. Our interpretative 'software' steers feeling itself. Apart from the structure which we both agree on, there's just ineffable feeling. Coltrane's 'Afro Blue' can be heard as a portrait of a more pleasant mode of this 'fending off' disorder. I'm very into music. I think it 'says' what concept can't say about feeling. — t0m
For me any particular 'big picture' also gets sucked into "instrumentality." I like to think of pragmatism as descriptive rather than normative. Coping just is the fending off of disorder. Or more completely it is just as much the institution of new order. We get more complex as individuals and societies. I like the widening, ascending spiral as a metaphor. The circularity of the spiral acknowledges the repetition. — t0m
Anyway, I can only see the theory of instrumentality itself as one more coping strategy. I view it as a form of transcendence. It imposes an 'essence' or 'understanding of being' that allows the imposing individual a distance from the 'devouring mother.' — t0m
The theory can no longer be asserted so innocently. It puts its own game in question without extinguishing that game. The role of the objective-knowledge-hero becomes optional, although it evolved from understanding this role as necessary. "Transcendence" is a newfound distance from every game, except from the game of perceiving the game as game. — t0m
Have you read Steppenwolf by Hesse? There's a great analysis of the "the suicide" as a type. It's a great book generally. Then there's Dostoyevsky, the master. The Possessed, for example, is just so wickedly, darkly funny. "Divine malice" and the "laughter of the gods" are choice phrases. I have been in extremely dark modes and suddenly burst out laughing. "Nothing is funnier than unhappiness" (Sam Beckett). Last but not least, there's Blood Meridian. Ol' Cormac knew the devil in man. The will-to-power is nightmarishly incarnate in "the judge," a radically dark philosopher who practices what he preaches. — t0m
On the last part, I understand the "hindsight" argument, but I don't find it conclusive. I think I addressed that in the biased interpretation that can actually steer the situation it interprets. — t0m
Well said. I haven't looked at Ligoti, but I've been deeply moved by Schopenhauer and Cioran. I especially like Schop's essays. — t0m
Perhaps the greatest strike against philosophical pessimism is that its only theme is human suffering. This is the last item on the list of our species’ obsessions and detracts from everything that matters to us, such as the Good, the Beautiful, and a Sparking Clean Toilet Bowl. For the pessimist, everything considered in isolation from human suffering or any cognition that does not have as its motive the origins, nature, and elimination of human suffering is at base recreational, whether it takes the form of conceptual probing or physical action in the world—for example, delving into game theory or traveling in outer space, respectively. And by “human suffering,” the pessimist is not thinking of particular sufferings and their relief, but of suffering itself. Remedies may be discovered for certain diseases and sociopolitical barbarities may be amended. But those are only stopgaps. Human suffering will remain insoluble as long as human beings exist. The one truly effective solution for suffering is that spoken of in Zapffe’s “Last Messiah.” It may not be a welcome solution for a stopgap world, but it would forever put an end to suffering, should we ever care to do so. The pessimist’s credo, or one of them, is that nonexistence never hurt anyone and existence hurts everyone. Although our selves may be illusory creations of consciousness, our pain is nonetheless real. — Thomas Ligotti, Conspiracy Against the Human Race
I largely agree with the first part. I won't say that there is no choice. Some do put that shotgun in their mouths. But generally we are thrown into caring and needing, and we don't leaving willingly, even when it hurts like hell. I occasionally contemplate suicide, not as a live option these days but what it means. I allow my mind to go there. I even keep it open as an optional response to brain cancer or other personality-melting diseases. Suicide can be noble, IMV, and I don't judge suicides generally. Who I am to judge? What do I really and certainly know of the feelings of others? I've had acquaintances who did it. Others overdosed on drugs. Yes, they are missing out on some amusing "ripples in the nothingness," but they also have fewer problems than I do (the usual taking-care-of problems of life). Yet I'm glued to these problems/projects. And I'm also glued to women in general and one in particular. And the pleasure of writing. A dead man has lost everything, both the agony and the ecstasy. — t0m
*I appreciate the friendliness. I enjoy our conversations. I respect that you are knee-deep in the "real" stuff like your namesake. — t0m
No longer does the world seem to run smoothly as it did in when our minds were focused or attentive to some task. Now the world itself seems to lack significance. The void of nothingness stares in our face and forces us to flee. The feeling of existential dread is that all consuming feeling that at the heart of the world there is nothingness, at the end of the day there is blankness. When we are focusing our attention we stay at the surface of things. Life makes sense.. things seem logical. Boredom breaks this barrier and shows it for what it is really. We cannot describe what the world is because there are no words. As stated before, it is ineffable. We can only describe the feeling, and that is one of existential dread. — schopenhauer1
We are always viewing things from our subjective "I" self. Our stream of conscious inner world. Heidegger might have referred to this as "Ready-at-hand". This subjective world is the world of daily life that we all live in. — schopenhauer1
Schopenhauer thought music was somehow a representation of the Will itself. Though other forms of art also had an ability to bring about aesthetic pleasure by "stopping" the Will momentarily, music's flowing quality was most like Will. — schopenhauer1
Moving forward for what? Moving for rest? Sounds like the same instrumentality. Progress is really instrumentality. It also gets trampled. Why must it be carried out by yet more humans in the first place? Novelty in technology and science and projects. Slaves to our own curiosity and goals. — schopenhauer1
The presentation of itself, however, as pure abstraction of self-consciousness consists in showing itself as a pure negation of its objective form, or in showing that it is fettered to no determinate existence, that it is not bound at all by the particularity everywhere characteristic of existence as such, and is not tied up with life...And it is solely by risking life that freedom is obtained; only thus is it tried and proved that the essential nature of self-consciousness is not bare existence, is not the merely immediate form in which it at first makes its appearance, is not its mere absorption in the expanse of life. Rather it is thereby guaranteed that there is nothing present but what might be taken as a vanishing moment — that self-consciousness is merely pure self-existence, being-for-self. The individual, who has not staked his life, may, no doubt, be recognized as a Person; but he has not attained the truth of this recognition as an independent self-consciousness. — Hegel
But I admitted as much just a bit further down. A better coping strategy as it is unflinching, closer to what is going on. Interpretive perhaps, if everything is, but interpretative par excellence ;)! — schopenhauer1
I've tried Steppenwolf, but couldn't get into it as much. I can try again. I always liked Siddhartha though. — schopenhauer1
What I mean is tremendous pain in the present, is washed away as "not so bad" in hindsight. It is the perception in the present vs. the tendency to Pollyannize after-the-fact. We would probably go mad otherwise. It is yet another coping strategy, but this time automatic and unconscious. Past events made brighter, future events overestimated. Then there are other mechanisms like adaptation. We adjust to less ideal circumstances and compare to those less fortunate. This is all related to the contingent physical/mental harms we face. The structural harms of existence as I said are more subtle and grinding- the instrumentality. — schopenhauer1
The pessimist’s credo, or one of them, is that nonexistence never hurt anyone and existence hurts everyone — Thomas Ligotti, Conspiracy Against the Human Race
However, despite this meager dichotomy we are always thrown in, it is true that we always kill ourselves too late. — schopenhauer1
But through aesthetic sublimation we are putting that idea of not-being-born in the first place into the consolation of pessimistic understanding and aesthetics. Contingent and structural suffering as an idea might need not always be on the mind, but when existential matters of life THE MEANING OF (pace Ligotti) comes into play, this aesthetic understanding is there for those of us who see this aesthetic vision of the human condition. — schopenhauer1
Thank you. It looks like you think deeply on this as well. Everything is interpretation for you. It's all a postmodern thing. However, your birth preceded your interpretation of everything as an interpretation. You may be putting the cart before the horse. Everything is not just content for the author. Some things you cannot author yourself but are authored for you. — schopenhauer1
Now so far as concerns the closer connection of Fichte’s propositions with one tendency of irony, we need in this respect emphasize only the following points about this irony, namely that [first] Fichte sets up the ego as the absolute principle of all knowing, reason, and cognition, and at that the ego that remains throughout abstract and formal. Secondly, this ego is therefore in itself just simple, and, on the one hand, every particularity, every characteristic, every content is negated in it, since everything is submerged in this abstract freedom and unity, while, on the other hand, every content which is to have value for the ego is only put and recognized by the ego itself. Whatever is, is only by the instrumentality of the ego, and what exists by my instrumentality I can equally well annihilate again.
Now if we stop at these absolutely empty forms which originate from the absoluteness of the abstract ego, nothing is treated in and for itself and as valuable in itself, but only as produced by the subjectivity of the ego. But in that case the ego can remain lord and master of everything, and in no sphere of morals, law, things human and divine, profane and sacred, is there anything that would not first have to be laid down by the ego, and that therefore could not equally well be destroyed by it. Consequently everything genuinely and independently real becomes only a show, not true and genuine on its own account or through itself, but a mere appearance due to the ego in whose power and caprice and at whose free disposal it remains. To admit or cancel it depends wholly on the pleasure of the ego, already absolute in itself simply as ego. Now thirdly, the ego is a living, active individual, and its life consists in making its individuality real in its own eyes and in those of others, in expressing itself, and bringing itself into appearance. For every man, by living, tries to realize himself and does realize himself.
Now in relation to beauty and art, this acquires the meaning of living as an artist and forming one’s life artistically. But on this principle, I live as an artist when all my action and my expression in general, in connection with any content whatever, remains for me a mere show and assumes a shape which is wholly in my power. In that case I am not really in earnest either with this content or, generally, with its expression and actualization. For genuine earnestness enters only by means of a substantial interest, something of intrinsic worth like truth, ethical life, etc., – by means of a content which counts as such for me as essential, so that I only become essential myself in my own eyes in so far as I have immersed myself in such a content and have brought myself into conformity with it in all my knowing and acting. When the ego that sets up and dissolves everything out of its own caprice is the artist, to whom no content of consciousness appears as absolute and independently real but only as a self-made and destructible show, such earnestness can find no place, since validity is ascribed only to the formalism of the ego.
True, in the eyes of others the appearance which I present to them may be regarded seriously, in that they take me to be really concerned with the matter in hand, but in that case they are simply deceived, poor limited creatures, without the faculty and ability to apprehend and reach the loftiness of my standpoint. Therefore this shows me that not everyone is so free (i.e. formally free)[52] as to see in everything which otherwise has value, dignity, and sanctity for mankind just a product of his own power of caprice, whereby he is at liberty either to grant validity to such things, to determine himself and fill his life by means of them, or the reverse. Moreover this virtuosity of an ironical artistic life apprehends itself as a divine creative genius for which anything and everything is only an unsubstantial creature, to which the creator, knowing himself to be disengaged and free from everything, is not bound, because he is just as able to destroy it as to create it. In that case, he who has reached this standpoint of divine genius looks down from his high rank on all other men, for they are pronounced dull and limited, inasmuch as law, morals, etc., still count for them as fixed, essential, and obligatory. So then the individual, who lives in this way as an artist, does give himself relations to others: he lives with friends, mistresses, etc; but, by his being a genius, this relation to his own specific reality, his particular actions, as well as to what is absolute and universal, is at the same time null; his attitude to it all is ironical.
These three points comprise the general meaning of the divine irony of genius, as this concentration of the ego into itself, for which all bonds are snapped and which can live only in the bliss of self-enjoyment. — Hegel
Yeah, this nails a theme in Being and Time. Apparently Heidegger switches from angst-dread to the attunement of profound boredom in Fundamental Concepts of Metaphysics. These attunements "open" the world in a certain way (or just the abyss?) — t0m
As I understand it, Dasein is mostly not subjective. We are lived by the "they" for the most part. Not only that but our sense of ourselves disappears in the task. Dreyfus uses the example of driving. We become the driving. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aaGk6S1qhz0 The subject-object paradigm is inherited from Descartes and conceals/obscures a more basic revelation of what is. — t0m
Ah, yes, I remember that. I think he was on to something profound. As a philosopher who took music and sex very seriously, he drilled deeper than most. I first read about him in Durant's Story of Philosophy. I loved him right away. I still do, though I can only make sense of the world as will and representation along Heideggerian lines. Life is interpreting care or caring interpretation, a whirlwind of embodied passion-driven conceptualization (and maybe also a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, [ultimately or finally] signifying nothing [while otherwise signifying all kinds of things].) Music mirrors the caring aspect, while philosophy perhaps meta-thinks.
Schopenhauer thought music so profound he wrote: — t0m
Music … stands quite apart from all the [other arts]. In it we do not recognize the copy, the repetition, of any Idea of the inner nature of the world. Yet it is such a great and exceedingly fine art, its effect on man’s innermost nature is so powerful, and it is so completely and profoundly understood by him in his innermost being as an entirely universal language, whose distinctness surpasses even that of the world of perception itself, that in it we certainly have to look for more than that exercitium arithmeticae occultum nescientis se numerare animi [“an unconscious exercise in arithmetic in which the mind does not know it is counting”] which Leibniz took it to be… We must attribute to music a far more serious and profound significance that refers to the innermost being of the world and of our own self.
Music is as immediate an objectification and copy of the whole will as the world itself is, indeed as the Ideas are, the multiplied phenomenon of which constitutes the world of individual things. Therefore music is by no means like the other arts, namely a copy of the Ideas, but a copy of the will itself, the objectivity of which are the Ideas. For this reason the effect of music is so very much more powerful and penetrating than is that of the other arts, for these others speak only of the shadow, but music of the essence. — Schopenhauer
I suppose my theory is pretty similar to yours, really. We enact a fantasy role, just because. It's a brute fact of our nature, as I see it, that we wired to transcend/dominate. Maybe most of behavior is just "animal." There is only so much "spiritual eros" as the apex of a less glorious foundation. I continue to read the "slave" metaphor as embedded within a particular crystallization of this desire --one I can mostly relate to. Here's the "master" as opposed to the "slave." — t0m
This can be taken more or less literally. It implicity includes 'ironism," as I see it, although Hegel the system-man tried to downplay "The Irony." For me transcendence is the (theoretical) death of every "fixed idea" of the self. Man is incarnate/mortal freedom potentially dialectically revealed to himself as such. But "freedom" is the dying of the apparently necessary into the contingent. The metaphor works because that which is understood as necessity is therefore non-optional. Freedom-death discloses possibility buried in false necessity. — t0m
I should have acknowledged that admission more. I like the framework of comparing coping mechanisms, of "shopping for personality" as I call it. We create, discuss, and compare "operating systems." — t0m
I read Siddhartha first and loved it. I was locked up as a troubled teen when a Buddhist white-guy-teacher recommended it. I also read Anne Frank's diary and Catcher in the Rye. Of course I was a poet then, typing what I could remember of the notebook I lost when I almost drowned alone in muddy creek. The banks were slick mud. I had to plunge my hands into this mud to grab at tree roots. That was the second time that muddy water almost claimed me. Fuck brown water. — t0m
I don't deny that this plays a role, but the above also plays a role in your own defense of your interpretation as a better coping mechanism. I'm not claiming to be beyond investment in my own role, just to be clear. William James wrote about the inertia of belief systems. We all prefer to tinker rather than revolutionize. We evolve varying systems within our varying lives. As I see it, there's no reason to insist that any system is objectively right, though some hero-myths are founded on making these kinds of claims. My "ironism" is strongly connected to the making-contingent of what Spengler called "ethical socialism," which has nothing to do with economy. It's just the usually assumed "scientistic" framework that understands the spiritual-metaphysical in terms of finding and sharing a single truth-for-all. I now think in terms of offering sentences as tools/options that may or may not be useful to others. — t0m
This is the dark truth at the heart of the question: is life good? I have lived this question. I continue to live this question. It is constantly answered and asked again. Answering it for others strikes me as a stretch. For me life is justified, if it is justified, in terms of feeling, or aesthetically. Existence shines and screams against the foil of nonexistence. Suffering is certain. Pleasure is certain. The computation of what it all means or is worth is less certain--as I see it. — t0m
While no airtight case has ever been made regarding the undesirability of human life, pessimists still run themselves ragged trying to make one. Optimists have no comparable mission. When they do argue for the desirability of human life it is only in reaction to pessimists arguing the opposite, even though no airtight case has ever been made regarding that desirability. Optimism has always been an undeclared policy of human culture—one that grew out of our animal instincts to survive and reproduce—rather than an articulated body of thought. It is the default condition of our blood and cannot be effectively questioned by our minds or put in grave doubt by our pains. This would explain why at any given time there are more cannibals than philosophical pessimists. — Ligotti
I just can't agree with you here, though I have a sense of what you mean. I like the idea of the old man picking his moment, doing it to avoid the indignity of melting away cowardly from a hopeless disease. Or maybe his bodily frailty is such that the game is no longer worth the candle. Or maybe in a fight that he knows he will lose, striking at his enemy nevertheless (the stuff of movies.) — t0m
I can relate to this. We seem to agree that life is justified aesthetically. — t0m
Yeah, I understand myself as a "dark" thinker who "goes there." I do see that we are thrown into brute fact. We don't possess our own foundations. It is "shameful" to have a body in a certain sense. It makes us vulnerable to others. We are gods "trapped" in dogs. That's the crucifixion myth for me. The "divine" only exists in a context of suffering and humiliation. The given that you mention is what we interpret. That's why (for me) it's interpretation rather than pure fiction. It is constrained. It must cope, affectively justified if at all. I think we agree on that. — t0m
So why do we need to create more socially-constructed selves to view the world and run around restlessly? There is none. It is creating more doing socially-constructed selves for the sake of it. This is aggressive absurdity that has to be enacted through incarnation of yet another individual who has to take the mantle of living an aggressively absurd life of instrumental doing. — schopenhauer1
Ah, but somethings can never die into contingency and will stay necessary. — schopenhauer1
Rather than being a lithe spirit floating on the content of this or that belief system, what is it that is going on with the human condition at its root. — schopenhauer1
I always said my pessimism was an aesthetic one. It is seeing an image of the structure of the world and finding consolation somehow in understanding this. There is no embracing the absurd (pace Camus) or Eternal Return (pace Nietzsche). — schopenhauer1
The goal-seeking, restless nature is there, whether you have the aesthetic view of it or not. It still happens, even if people cannot see it or interpret it like that. That is where we probably differ. You don't have to recognize it for yourself for it to be happening, to be a truth if you will. — schopenhauer1
I think we can agree on the absence of a "metaphysical" answer to this "why." It seems to me that conscious procreation at least involves at least an implicit decision that life is good --or that the child's life will likely be good. Probably lots of secular types think in terms of the rollercoaster metaphor in the movie Parenthood. Life is a ride, an experience. It's a mixture of bad and good. It's likely "worth the trouble," a parent decides. This roller-coaster metaphor arguably includes the absurdity-consciousness. Life is not "fundamentally" about anything in particular. It's a piece of music that some think worth hearing, even though some of it really sucks. (I stay neutral for reasons already mentioned. I don't defend life-in-general. I currently like the "music" I hear more than I dislike it.) — t0m
Right. But "apparent" necessity is just that, apparent. For me, for instance, anti-natalism as an 'objective' position is optional, contingent. It's a form of ethical socialism, the projection of a duty-for-all in terms of a truth-for-all. — t0m
I think we agree that life is 'care' or 'will,' but I interpret that care or will to have a height-seeking nature. So I look at the general tendency of a world-view or personality to assert its dominance or priority. My own theory of transcendence is of course one more move in this game. For me it is"freer" than other positions. Root-seeking is maybe the general structure of 'deep' thought. What is the deepest truth? The most basic nature of man? We seem to agree that 'will' is a word that points at this, though we disagree on the structure. Both of us interpret the other in terms of our own fundamental concept. This is of course compatible with my concept, since it is a theory of the dialectical/rhetorical clash of contingently established worldviews. (It's ironic because it recognizes its own contingency or groundlessness without thereafter becoming 'faithful' or 'objective' again.) — t0m
In the workaday world, complainers will not go far. When someone asks how you are doing, you had better be wise enough to reply, “I can’t complain.” If you do complain, even justifiably, people will stop asking how you are doing. complaining will not help you succeed and influence people. You can complain to your physician or psychiatrist because they are paid to hear you complain. But you cannot complain to your boss or your friends, if you have any. you will soon be dismissed from your job and dropped from the social register. Then you will be left alone with your complains and no one to listen to them. Perhaps then the message will sink into your head: If you do not feel good enough for long enough, you should act as if you do and even think as if you do. That is the way to get yourself to feel good enough for long enough and stop you from complaining for good, as any self-improvement book can affirm. But should you improve, someone must assume the blame. And that someone will be you. This is monumentally so if you are a pessimist or a depressive. Should you conclude that life is objectionable or that nothing matters–do not waste our time with your nonsense. We are on our way to the future, and the philosophically disheartening or the emotionally impaired are not going to hinder our progress. If you cannot say something positive, or at least equivocal, keep it to yourself. Pessimists and depressives need not apply for a position in the enterprise of life. You have two choices: Start thinking the way God and your society want you to think or be forsaken by all. The decision is yours, since your are a free agent who can choose to rejoin our fabricated world or stubbornly insist on…what? That we should mollycoddle non-positive thinkers like you or rethink how the whole world transacts its business? That we should start over from scratch? Or that we should go extinct? Try to be realistic. We did the best we could with the tools we had. After all, we are only human, as we like to say. Our world may not be in accord with nature’s way, but it did develop organically according to our consciousness, which delivered us to a lofty prominence over the Creation. The whole thing just took on a life of its own, and nothing is going to stop it anytime soon. There can be no starting over and no going back. No major readjustments are up for a vote. And no melancholic head-case is going to bad-mouth our catastrophe. The universe was created by the Creator, damn it. We live in a country we love and that loves us back. We have families and friends and jobs that make it all worthwhile. We are somebodies, not a bunch of nobodies without names or numbers or retirement plans. None of this is going to be overhauled by a thought criminal who contends that the world is not doubleplusgood and never will be. Our lives may not be unflawed — that would deny us a better future to work toward — but if this charade is good enough for us, then it should be good enough for you. So if you cannot get your mind right, try walking away. you will find no place to go and no one who will have you. You will find only the same old trap the world over. Lighten up or leave us alone. you will never get us to give up our hopes. you will never get us to wake up from our dreams. We are not contradictory beings whose continuance only worsens our plight as mutants who embody the contorted logic of a paradox. Such opinion will not be accredited by institutions of authority or by the middling run of humans. To lay it on the line, whatever thoughts may enter your chemically imbalanced brain are invalid, inauthentic, or whatever dismissive term we care to hang on you, who are only “one of those people.” So start pretending that you feel good enough for long enough, stop your complaining, and get back in line. If you are not as strong as Samson — that no-good suicide and slaughterer of Philistines — then get loaded to the gills and return to the trap. Keep your medicine cabinet and your liquor cabinet well stocked, just like the rest of us. Come on and join the party. No pessimists or depressives invited. Do you think we are all morons? We know all about those complaints of yours. The only difference is that we have sense enough and feel good enough for long enough not to speak of them. keep your powder dry and your brains blocked. Our shibboleth “Up the Conspiracy and down with Consciousness. — Thomas Ligotti
For me it's about accepting the entanglement of the 'the divine' in the thorns 'down here.' It involves accepting the 'guilt' of being alive. In Siddartha the ferryman contains the murderer and the prostitute as 'subselves.' I think in terms of harmonization as opposed to purity. We agree on 'coping,' but this word does have a non-neutral slant. 'Play' is appropriate for many ways of being. 'Play' collapses into 'coping,' and successful coping leads back to play. — t0m
We agree that existence is goal-seeking, I think. You experience your view as a universal truth that at least suggests the duty to abstain from procreation, while I am neutral or agnostic about the value of others' lives in general and therefore apolitical on this issue. More locally, I believe that those in my peer group are more happy than unhappy, but I like to think they are above-average in terms of coping-play. It's arguable that there is an inherited baseline emotional valence that invisibly distorts this whole issue. What if pessimists tend to be wired for less pleasure? That could be an unrecognized truth as you mentioned above. I don't know. — t0m
They have to maintain themselves, entertain themselves, all the while encountering negative interactions along the way. Why create these circumstances of dealing with, producing, and consuming for this new person? Sentimentality of life doesn't seem to justify this at all. — schopenhauer1
You were forced into the duties of daily life or into the decision to kill yourself. That is a fact. Thus the alternative to antinatlism is creating this situation for a new person, and then having all the post-facto sentimental gymnastics (like the ones you are using, including Nietzschean style equivocating). — schopenhauer1
Birth forces the need for contingent worldviews, so yet again necessity of life's circumstances bypasses your idea of contingency. We disagree, not all is contingent. — schopenhauer1
Also, I just had to provide this quote. It is probably the most pessimistically searing ones, I've read, and I've read a lot of them. — schopenhauer1
hould you conclude that life is objectionable or that nothing matters–do not waste our time with your nonsense. We are on our way to the future, and the philosophically disheartening or the emotionally impaired are not going to hinder our progress. — Thomas Ligotti
If you cannot say something positive, or at least equivocal, keep it to yourself. Pessimists and depressives need not apply for a position in the enterprise of life. You have two choices: Start thinking the way God and your society want you to think or be forsaken by all. The decision is yours, since your are a free agent who can choose to rejoin our fabricated world or stubbornly insist on…what? That we should mollycoddle non-positive thinkers like you or rethink how the whole world transacts its business? That we should start over from scratch? — Thomas Ligotti
Lighten up or leave us alone. you will never get us to give up our hopes. you will never get us to wake up from our dreams. — Thomas Ligotti
The fact that we have to cope to begin with is the problem. — schopenhauer1
Anchoring is the "fixation of points within, or construction of walls around, the liquid fray of consciousness".[3] The anchoring mechanism provides individuals a value or an ideal that allows them to focus their attentions in a consistent manner. Zapffe also applied the anchoring principle to society, and stated "God, the Church, the State, morality, fate, the laws of life, the people, the future"[3] are all examples of collective primary anchoring firmaments. — schopenhauer1
Sublimation is the refocusing of energy away from negative outlets, toward positive ones. The individuals distance themselves and look at their existence from an aesthetic point of view (e.g., writers, poets, painters). Zapffe himself pointed out that his produced works were the product of sublimation. — schopenhauer1
Ones who say that life's contingent and structural harms are real, and thus life itself is no good. However, they have their happy little coping strategies — schopenhauer1
You used the word accepting. — schopenhauer1
It's true that parents throw their children into struggle. They plop them down on the roller coaster without asking them first. Some will give you a metaphysical answer to the why. Others will give the esthetic answer. I'm not a parent so this is theoretical for me. But isn't sentimentality in terms about an overall feeling about life central here to either position, yours or theirs? I think there's a dialectic between thinking and feeling. We might agree that 'reason is rhetoric' or 'rationalization' in the hands of something darker. Representation is the tool of will or care. But this must be haunted by irony, since the notion that 'reason is rationalization' calls itself one more rationalization.
Note that I'm not saying you are wrong. I defend/present a certain undecidability, but I don't present this undecidability as binding on others but (with a certain distance) as a first-person report. I don't deny that there is a sort of imposition in all philosophical dialogue. There is a wanting-to-convince, something imperial, a 'fight for recognition.' But awareness of this gives it a different flavor. — t0m
I agree that we were forced into duties, trouble, vulnerability. But for me we are also forced into 'post-facto sentimental gymnastics.' As I see it, I 'confess' that that's what my position is. As I read you, you half-way confess this. Perhaps you can clarify. Is it the metaphysical truth or do you understand it as the best 'rationalization'? — t0m
Note that I'm not saying you are wrong. I defend/present a certain undecidability, but I don't present this undecidability as binding on others but (with a certain distance) as a first-person report. I don't deny that there is a sort of imposition in all philosophical dialogue. There is a wanting-to-convince, something imperial, a 'fight for recognition.' But awareness of this gives it a different flavor. — t0m
To be clear, I never asserted that everything is contingent. Only the 'upper levels' of interpretation have such freedom. The daily world of trucks hurtling down highways is no place unbounded fiction. It's the 'global' interpretation that's contingent. I focus especially on the image of virtue at the heart of an interpretation. I'm very Nietzschean in this regard. Look at how a system/interpretation places the individual in a hierarchy. For me this tends to be the gist. I'd interpret both of us as variants of the 'knowledge-hero,' since we esteem ourselves and others in terms of what they understand. I can't really speak for you, so I'm just sharing a perception. — t0m
This is dead on. Some will sugar it up, but there is an 'evil' march to the future that leaves the 'wounded' behind. — t0m
For me the 'we' here deserves analysis. If I show up to work, I've decided to play the game, be good, do my duty, maintain the structure of my life. The same applies to my coworkers. A dark joke can go over quite well (I've tried it), as long as it doesn't have the 'feel' of compulsion. If I doggedly attempt to convert someone on the job (to pessimism or ironism), they'll experience this as a violation. Work is 'not the place.' But the resistance is individual. There's no sense of the we apart from the shared insistence of individually not-having-to-hear-it at work. That kind of talk belongs between trusted friends. It's too intimate for work. It's fraught like discussion of one's sexuality. — t0m
This is the basic metaphysical move, the distinction between illusion and reality. The countermove would be to present pessimism as a nightmare. I'm neutral, or rather my dream is that it's all dreams a the contingent/optional apex of a worldview. But I believe my dream, and the distinction of dream and non-dream is part of the dream of metaphysics. All these terms 'melt' upon analysis. They aren't fixed. The are caught in the 'liquid' dialectic.
(Again, the foundation of the worldview is non-optional immersion in a common-sense that makes metaphysical theorizing possible.) — t0m
I like the theory of anchoring. It's vaguely what I mean by 'image of virtue.' Stressing the social aspect seems to align the pessimist with the 'Satanic'/Romantic individualistic rebel. I love the old rebel. My own philosophy evolved from the image of the rebel. But language being so social suggests to me that any earnestly presented metaphysical position (including Zappe's) is a claim on the norm. Earnest metaphysics attempts to justify the imposition of a new norm (ethical socialism.) — t0m
I respect Zapffe for understanding himself to be one more 'poet.' But for me this is just an inch from ironism. If I myself am poetic sublimation-anchoring-rationalization, then how can I cling to the dream versus reality distinction in the traditional way? — t0m
For me the success of these happy little coping strategies would endanger the 'life is no good' position. — t0m
Yes, accepting the 'guilt' or the 'evil.' I can't speak for you, but I think lots of dark positions are 'righteous' in a certain sense. I sense in them a frustrated desire for purity and innocence. Accepting guilt and finitude is accepting the bloody hands and not-having-chosen-one's-self that comes with life. I understand resenting the burden of accepting/adaptation/adjustment. The dream is to be one's own father, self-created. I think God is a pretty good image of the massive pride in man. It's an indignity to be vulnerably and needfully embodied, but we only dreamed of God from within this indignity of finitude and guilt in the first place. (As always, this is just-my-adaptation, even I try to convey it persuasively.) — t0m
So I'm not really convinced of this ironism. — schopenhauer1
Procreation is the definition of a decision that affects another. — schopenhauer1
Irony does not erase suffering. I see irony as more a literary tool. It has little impetus outside provoking a humorous response from a reader in a literary/artistic setting. It is a rather impotent in its employ in real life — schopenhauer1
Ironist (n. Ironism) (from Greek: eiron, eironeia), a term coined by Richard Rorty, describes someone who fulfills three conditions:
She has radical and continuing doubts about the final vocabulary she currently uses, because she has been impressed by other vocabularies, vocabularies taken as final by people or books she has encountered;
She realizes that argument phrased in her present vocabulary can neither underwrite nor dissolve these doubts;
Insofar as she philosophizes about her situation, she does not think that her vocabulary is closer to reality than others, that it is in touch with a power not herself.
— Richard Rorty, Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1989, p.73
— Wiki
The best rationalization, but the one closest to understanding our situation. Everything is interpretation, but I think there are ones that hit more closer to the truth. — schopenhauer1
It has an air of hipness and coolness, it gives you perhaps a persona of lithe story-maker, but it lacks the depth of the human condition. — schopenhauer1
Indeed. 'Everyday Dasein' is lived by the 'they.' Only the top-layer is sophisticatedly non-contingent.And as you admitted, not all is contingent. — schopenhauer1
I agree in a sense that you can posit your point of view, but you cannot make it a law. — schopenhauer1
Well, your little parenthesis here kind of negates your previous liquid stance. — schopenhauer1
What is “familiarly known” is not properly known, just for the reason that it is “familiar”. When engaged in the process of knowing, it is the commonest form of self-deception, and a deception of other people as well, to assume something to be familiar, and give assent to it on that very account. Knowledge of that sort, with all its talk, never gets from the spot, but has no idea that this is the case. Subject and object, and so on, God, nature, understanding, sensibility, etc., are uncritically presupposed as familiar and something valid, and become fixed points from which to start and to which to return. The process of knowing flits between these secure points, and in consequence goes on merely along the surface.
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Analysis of an idea, as it used to be carried out, did in fact consist in nothing else than doing away with its character of familiarity.
— Hegel
The life of mind is not one that shuns death, and keeps clear of destruction; it endures death and in death maintains its being. It only wins to its truth when it finds itself utterly torn asunder. — Hegel
Of course, my rhetoric in this setting is going to be ramped up here more than in everyday life, as it is a philosophy forum where views like this can be tested, contested, and argued about endlessly. — schopenhauer1
I don't think this characterization negates the pessimist's stance, it's just descriptive. Okay, the pessimist is the clarion call, providing the Promethean tragic knowledge. So what if that is what is going on? Does that affect the message? It's just that this Promethean message is closer to what is going on ;). The other Prometheans are just false prophets :p. — schopenhauer1
How does the rebel revel in his ironic teasing, if everyone embraces the ironic teasing as a truism? — schopenhauer1
you are entertained by trying to thwart other philosophies with irony ;) — schopenhauer1
This isn't an argument so much as a poetic description of perhaps our situation. — schopenhauer1
This faith does not formulate itself—it simply lives, and so guards itself against formulae... It is only on the theory that no word is to be taken literally that this anti-realist is able to speak at all. Set down among Hindus he would have made use of the concepts of Sankhya,[7] and among Chinese he would have employed those of Lao-tse[8]—and in neither case would it have made any difference to him.—With a little freedom in the use of words, one might actually call Jesus a “free spirit”[9]—he cares nothing for what is established: the word killeth,[10] whatever is established killeth. The idea of “life” as an experience, as he alone conceives it, stands opposed to his mind to every sort of word, formula, law, belief and dogma. He speaks only of inner things: “life” or “truth” or “light” is his word for the innermost—in his sight everything else, the whole of reality, all nature, even language, has significance only as sign, as allegory. — N
More people are born. — schopenhauer1
Neither I am, or I wouldn't be convinced of it. It's 'paradoxical' or 'mystical' perhaps. It's 'behind words.' For me the 'mystical' can't be about hidden entities, apart from the hidden 'entity' of feeling. In the high moments this 'irony' becomes poetry, rock-n-roll lyrics. A Hendrix guitar solo is more properly its theology. Myth and music express 'the highest,' for me, though I like trying to mechanically conceptualize this transcendence of the 'mechanical-conceptual.' That's why I stress the 'irrationalilty' of the hero-myth. Our 'final vocabulary' ultimately just happened to seduce us. If 'rationality' is central to this image, then we have an especially volatile dialectic, since we experience facing criticism as a duty. — t0m
I agree that 'irony' is most naturally understood this way. I take the term itself from Rorty, without completely intending the same thing.
Ironist (n. Ironism) (from Greek: eiron, eironeia), a term coined by Richard Rorty, describes someone who fulfills three conditions:
She has radical and continuing doubts about the final vocabulary she currently uses, because she has been impressed by other vocabularies, vocabularies taken as final by people or books she has encountered;
She realizes that argument phrased in her present vocabulary can neither underwrite nor dissolve these doubts;
Insofar as she philosophizes about her situation, she does not think that her vocabulary is closer to reality than others, that it is in touch with a power not herself.
— Richard Rorty, Contingency, Irony, and Solidarity. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 1989, p.73
— Wiki — t0m
Respectfully, I think there's a tension here between 'rationalization' and 'closer.' The rationalizating (for me) is our understanding of the situation. — t0m
Indeed. 'Everyday Dasein' is lived by the 'they.' Only the top-layer is sophisticatedly non-contingent. — t0m
Right, so we feel a common restraint or duty to respect the other's freedom. I think Hegel applies here. The 'master' can only be satisfyingly recognized by another 'master.' For me we have something like incarnate freedom that wants a very high notion of friendship (that of 'kings' who recognize the limits of their realm and co-participate in a notion of virtue, allowing for non-central differences.) For Blake this is the 'forgiveness of sin,' which I read as an embrace of difference. An old line: we are bound by our desire to bind. — t0m
Well I won't claim that my stance is perfectly liquid. It melts at the top, with a foundation of the undeniable common sense that we call sanity. Language is received like the law. I can't get behind my past completely. I suppose I don't think in terms of a crystalline set of systematic propositions but rather in terms of a network of metaphors. I was just re-reading Kaufmann's translation of Hegel's preface to the phenomenology and (with new Heideggerian notions at hand) saw it in a fresh light. — t0m
The first part must have influenced Heidegger. For me 'liquidity' refers (as a start) to the instability of the concepts that we tend to 'compute' with as fixed points. For me it's not a crystalline network but something slimy, more or less liquid.
Then there's this, a little further down:
The life of mind is not one that shuns death, and keeps clear of destruction; it endures death and in death maintains its being. It only wins to its truth when it finds itself utterly torn asunder.
— Hegel — t0m
I don't deny a certain 'divine malice,' but for me it's not primarily ironic teasing. That would be a 'hardening' of the position into something fixed and mechanical. I think the anxiety of influence (Harold Bloom) is central here. We might say that there is no ironist-in-general but only the type of the 'strong poet' waging the 'war against cliche.' The strong poet is exactly he who does not want to be just a type. (Of course I wouldn't be 'ironic' in my own terms if 'ironism' was important to me as a label. There is a behind-word-ness here that is central for me. The terms are draped over something like an intuition --but this intuition is maybe just a liquid-network of concept. It's a table with hundreds of legs. If it's ultimately conceptual, no particular term is too precious to abandon. The 'feel' of the whole is what's important.) — t0m
Since for me rational frameworks have ultimately irrational or rhetorical foundations, I understand poetic descriptions to be primary. 'Poetry' or 'productive logic' institutes the very frameworks in which arguments can take place. For instance, Popper's falsifiability criterion for science. I love it. But is this criterion itself science? Or something like pre-science? — t0m
It probably goes without saying, but for many people, having children is the life-defining project. The goal is to marry and have a stable income so you can raise your progeny. In many respects, life is seen as a creative process, the object of art being descendants. It brings many parents great joy to see their children succeed, and go on to have their own children, and on and on and on. Personally I think it's absurd and if I were in the scenario of being a grandparent I would be horrified that all "this", my children, and their children, and their children...all started from my loins. A single orgasm enabling centuries, millennia of faces. A single orgasm condemning so many souls to life, and death. Haunting. — darthbarracuda
All is fictions upon fictions. Truths are just tools. — schopenhauer1
The rationalizating (for me) is our understanding of the situation. — t0m
Right, there is nothing to behold outside of conceptualizations- pragmatist/post-modern stance — schopenhauer1
Language games come out of it, not the other way around. Your liquid turns back to ice :p. — schopenhauer1
I'm not hip to all of Heidegger's (plethora of) neologisms. Please enlighten me of the "they" versus whatever other dichotomy he thought up. — schopenhauer1
But the point I am trying to make is the mere description is revealing some forces going on internally behind the scenes- even if it simply capturing it in mere description. There is a reference there. There is a there there. Not all is liquid that melts. Thus the structure holds. — schopenhauer1
I know by actively debating this you are trying to prove your point- it is just a contest of language games trying to subsume the other language. We will both walk away thinking that our language games have indeed won out. We will both say that despite your rhetoric, my argument was self-evident in what was said. Mine because your lived-life will thus prove it, yours because this little repartee of back and forth proves that it's all just truth-tools. — schopenhauer1
But you have to eat. Word games or not. Calculations cause things to happen. Calculations are based on axioms that can lead to elaborate maths. Things can be communicated clearly and with little metaphor. Of course, we are talking existential truths, which indeed does allow for a large dose of such things as metaphor, intuition, feeling, and a kind of aesthetic intuition. However, as long as the languages can be translatable to common language in a certain way, there are ways to make some sense of people's preferred metaphors. — schopenhauer1
I do cherish the tool metaphor as a corrective of mind-jamming representationalism. But I think truth as correspondence is great most of the time. I do think, however, that this correspondence paradigm breaks down as we move away from practical life and toward interpretations of existence as a whole. — t0m
I added underlining because I think you missed rationalization as understanding. Of course I believe in the world outside of language. I even believe that understanding is not necessarily conceptual. But I was just trying to stress that our understanding of the world is its conceptual structure 'for us' almost tautologically. To call it a 'rationalization' is of course to add bias to this understanding, but I thought we agreed on that? — t0m
But we've talked about that, in terms of 'post facto.' We are thrown into life. If a titty or a bottle isn't shoved into our mouth, we die. If we don't eat, the brain dies. A pretty face annihilates the pride in one's high talk. We are ripped down from ironic-pessimistic into the primordial game of wanting a smile from that face. In some ways, my view is the opposite of faith in language games. The 'tool' metaphor is an acknowledgement of the primacy of desire. We only represent to accomplish something, possess something, enjoy ourselves as something. This desire glues us to the senses, the world outside language --with the important exception of wanting to be a strong poet. For Bukowski, writing was a way to kick death's ass. I'd say he was really living his death. — t0m
The idea is that we are mostly no one in particular when we move in the daily world. We do what one does, say what one says, drive how one drives. The very language we use is crammed with a pre-interpretation of existence, of the things we encounter. 'This is for that.' This 'they' or 'anyone' is a personification of the generic personality of a culture, a personality we have to 'incarnate' to become functioning, sane adults who are capable of understanding one another. I can't be me until I've become the we and started to question the very 'operating system' that makes this questioning possible.
My current understanding is that our 'finitude' is the impossibility of every getting completely behind or around this inherited 'software.' We might say the desire to get around this finitude is the desire to be one's own father, to have one's foundation in oneself. (Joyce, Sartre, Bloom). I'm sure I'm laying the Heidegger down pretty thick, but I'm pretty dazzled by the fresh territory. It'll become taken-for-granted at some point. 'Whatever we can find words for is already dead in our heart.' — t0m
I don't exactly deny the there there. I would have to appeal to this there in order to deny it. There is something like 'logical space' or 'being-with-others' that is prior to the objective world of science. I say this because I can imagine someone denying that the world of scientific theory is not the true world. The 'true' world is 'primordial' or something understood vaguely as the 'shared world' or the mysterious 'that' to which non-scientific propositions must conform to be correct.
I suppose I do have doubts about the logical space of interpretations of existence. I experience this space in some way to the degree that I believe what I believe. But thinking about this space puts it into question. To be clear, the ordinary version of this space is as intact as ever. I think the houses outside my window are really there. I can't move them or make them vanish with words. But my belief in God vanished once, washed away indeed by mere words. — t0m
That is a great example as you say of what I theorize about, this way that we enclose and neutralize one another's assaults on dearly held beliefs. That's part of the thrill, testing ourselves in a friendly kind of war. I have played bullet-chess obsessively in my day. But 'just trying to prove my point' is somewhat reductive. I really love writing. Conversations with others inspire me. I find new metaphors. I overhear myself. This 'overhearing' is very important, I think. We automatically see ourselves through the eyes of our conversational partner, sometimes discovering certain excesses or failures of style through this empathetic leap. Of course I also learn from others, assimilate what they offer. Finally this conversation is life experience. I'm a theorist of the dialectical clash dialectically clashing with others in the presentation of this dialectical clash. It's strange, exciting, absorbing. — t0m
I underlined the part where you pretty much agree with me. Maybe there's a quantitative difference, but we both see that existential truths are quite different from math. For me math is the 'pure form' that is also in language. Language has a logical core. Entities are still 'units' or unities. But metaphor is foggy. It is liquid as opposed to crystalline. The metaphysical dream needs a language as rigid as math, a language that doesn't rust and mutate, subject to time. It was Eliot of Pound who stressed that poets have to keep making it new, precisely because poems lose their force away from the living, linguistic context of their day. — t0m
Satisfaction and serenity is never sustained as all context-dependent moments die. The longing for death is nostalgia for the before birth (pace Cioran). — schopenhauer1
But the there there of pessimism is trying to get at real of the position we find ourselves in. You would like pessimists to realize some "truth" of the skepticism. — schopenhauer1
Where you will assert that you "won" by this repartee of ideas "proves" it is truth-tools, I will claim that I "won" when you live the very restless/survival life that pessimism describes. — schopenhauer1
Where I disagree is that despite these "shadows" of language terms and neologisms, there is a sort of truth behind it that is being conveyed, — schopenhauer1
Well put. I call this 'world weariness.' I experience it occasionally. Especially in my 20s, I would sometimes be struck by an intense longing for death. But I was still attached to life, too. So I was ripped in half. Reality was nightmarish, obscene. It was 'noise.' But (humoursly) I could be contemplating suicide, more or less theoretically, and then a pretty girl would cross my path. I would be ripped out of my gloom by her pretty face. Then she'd vanish and I'd laugh at the ridiculousness of this zig-zag. I speculate that there's a shift of eros or libido from the death-object to the life-object to the death-object, etc. We don't lust for death when are lust is aimed at objects that exist. — t0m
For me the desire for the female and the desire for knowledge have been dominant. We might think of this desire for knowledge as narcissistic --since it involves playing the knowledge-hero, being noble via possession of or proximity to the truth-as-god. The dangerous thing about this chasing of truth-as-god is that it involves the ideological violence that can (for us has) put the value of life itself in question. In some sense the most radical and fearless doubt is that which doubts the value of life and therefore of knowledge itself. In short, there is a 'suicidal' potential lurking in the knowledge-hero understood as demystificaiton incarnate. Demystification makes short work of everything sacred. Otherwise out of targets or prey, its greed for domination is turned back against itself. This opens both suicide as a beautifully decisive action and/or 'the laughter of the gods.' For me Steppenwolf is largely about this revelation, and Hesse, of course, sides with laughing with the gods. His protagonist is opened up by sex, drugs, and rock-n-roll jazz to a less rigidly rational or stuffy sense of life. He has visions of the wicked laughter of his hero Mozart (one of the immortals originally justifying his disgust for middle-class intellectual/emotional complacency.) To be sure, Hesse is biased. He is 'decorating' his own choice, not doing science. — t0m
In some sense yes, but not in the typical sense. I acknowledge something like a 'primordial' desire to influence others. There is a 'fight for recognition' of one's own interpretation. But my own view strives for an awareness of precisely this kind of fight. It doesn't escape or pretend to escape from what it describes. That it explains itself (or seems to) is one of its virtues. This theme is big in Kojeve --the idea that a philosophy should be able to explain its own appearance. — t0m
I see that. I understand. I think the sense of winning involves a kind of faith in the unjustified foundation of one's justifications. I postulate a sort of brute self-assertion. But that's another reason that I experience the contingency of perspectives, including (problematically, confessedly) my own. — t0m
I don't deny that there is some hard kernel, but I think the boundaries of this kernel are established by interpretation. — t0m
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