-"They have written about physical and emotional woes, about victories and exploits in affairs of war, of sensuality, of passion, etc. They have overlooked the great misfortune, of not understanding -- or of its opposite, the joy of doing so."
-What Dante learned from the Bible was how to write so that the man in the street could understand but the scholar would be perplexed.
-Al Farabi: the soul is that which is capable of defining and by defining reaching the pure reality of an object.
Showing posts with label metaphysics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphysics. Show all posts
Monday, April 11, 2016
Journal, May 9th
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Al Farabi,
Dante,
literary criticism,
metaphysics,
philosophy,
poetry,
prose,
soul
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Notes on Hegel's Vision of Freedom
Like everything on this blog, these are the notes of an amateur, and they ought to taken with a grain of salt, if taken at all. 03/18/2016
-At first, you might think that the most fundamental conception of freedom is Selbstbestimmung, self-determination. Let's start with this hypothesis, and see what we can make of it. Hegel calls this first pass at a definition of freedom "being-with-oneself."
What would absolute and complete full self-determination, complete being-with-oneself look like?
Well, the opposite of self-determination is dependence. Now there is metaphysical dependence: something might depend on something else to exist. Peter van Inwagen's example is a wrinkle in the carpet. The wrinkle needs the carpet to be there for it to exist as well.
And there is epistemic dependence: the way one concept could only be understood with the help of another concept. If this seems obscure, consider the idea that something might only be explained [or at least most helpfully explained] by contrasting it with another idea. If X is totally epistemically independent of Y, then X can be understood fully without recourse to comparison with Y. If X is totally epistemically independent, not just of Y, but of everything, then it could be understood without the use of any other concept. It would be self-presenting or immediate.
Something that were completely self-determining would be both metaphysically independent and epistemically independent. Hegel thinks this is impossible. Nothing has these qualities, in his view.
So any freedom or self-determination that exists has to exist with some level of dependence, either metaphysical, epistemic, or some other kind. Hegel calls this "being-with-oneself-in-another." This is our second pass at an understanding of freedom. But how does this reconciliation of self-determination with dependence-on-the-other happen? It happens because the self stops experiencing the other as an alien and alienating presence.
Now there are at least two kinds of freedom or being-with-oneself-in-another.
(A) The first is speculative or theoretical freedom. This is the free contemplation of the world, a.k.a. philosophy. It's a kind of being-with-oneself-in-another because when we do philosophy we (eventually) come to understand that the world is our home, even though it often seems hostile and foreign in the beginning.
(B) Another kind of being-with-onself-in-another is practical freedom, which is the sort of freedom we exercise by using our will in the world outside our heads. Now practical freedom must be understood in three separate phases.
(1) Personal freedom -- This is when an arbitrary will is able to choose its own ends. Note that it is the will that is doing this, not some other faculty. You have this sort of freedom when you have a bunch of will-less objects or things that you have complete control over. Many teenagers have this sort of freedom; they have their own room, they have their own things that they have complete discretion over.
(2) Moral freedom -- This is when a will is able to choose its own ends not spontaneously but in accordance with the self's vision of the good, a vision of the good that is reflectively endorsed by the self.
(3) Social freedom -- This is when a society has created rational social institutions that are able to both (a) help form individuals capable of exercising both personal and moral freedom and (b) give definition and particularity to the citizen's vision of the good.
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
"My Father Photographed with Friends" by William Bronk
Historic Hudson Falls, New York State Archives
This is my father photographed with friends, when he was young
Unsettled on the steps of a wooden porch, and the one
who lived there elegant beside him. They and the others
hopefully casual in the face of the deciding camera,
the judgments of which are unfeeling but can be swayed.
And I, as in some later picture of myself,
look for a person identified beyond doubt, and knowing that he
is none of the others that he is not, yet still unsure,
under the features composed and trusting, who is there.
As if the decision were long and legal when handed down,
hard to be read and truly rendered in a such a case.
And hard, in the face, to find our usual pitiful ends.
God sweeten the bitter judgements of our lives. We wish so much.
[From Life Supports, 1976]
[From Life Supports, 1976]
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fathers,
literature,
metaphysics,
photography,
poetry,
William Bronk
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
"...To catacombs, caverns, and deserts."
The Hermit, Mikhail Nesterov, 1889
And we, the wise men and the poets
Custodians of truths and of secrets
Will bear off our torches of knowledge
To catacombs, caverns and deserts.
[L.A. Lyusternik, quoted in Naming Infinity, by Loren Graham and Jean-Michel Kantor]
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infinity,
mathematics,
metaphysics,
philosophy,
poetry,
Russia,
solitude
Sunday, August 12, 2012
"Metonymy as an Approach to the Real World" by William Bronk
"Night Windows" by Edward Hopper
Whether what we sense of this world
is the what of this world only, or the what
of which of several possible worlds
--which what?--something of what we sense
may be true, may be the world, what it is, what we sense.
For the rest, a truce is possible, the tolerance
of travelers, eating foreign foods, trying words
that twist the tongue, to feel that time and place,
not thinking that this is the real world.
Conceded, that all the clocks tell local time;
conceded, that "here" is anywhere we bound
and fill a space; conceded, we make a world:
is something caught there, contained there,
something real, something which we can sense?
Once in a city blocked and filled, I saw
the light lie in the deep chasm of a street,
palpable and blue, as though it had drifted in
from say, the sea, a purity of space.
[From The World, The Worldless (1964)]
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Edward Hopper,
metaphysics,
poetry,
solitude,
William Bronk
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