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Learning as Sacred Exploration

Written 2/4/20 for Maeser students but hopefully applies to others.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

— Yeats (1865–1939), Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven (1899)

Do Not Run on Light Feet

man running down on desert

As you learn you will find ideas you despise, which you cannot fathom feeling any devotion towards. This is inevitable during education; if you are unable to find an idea that repulses you, you have not learned enough. It could be math. Let’s be real — it’s probably math. Perhaps it is existentialism, what some call a tossed-together outfit of unruly meditations on the miserable topic of anxiety that should forgotten as soon as they are realized. Maybe it’s quantum mechanics, with all its strange particles and spooky interactions. It might be a specific thinker: maybe you can’t stand Milton, Buddha, Fitzgerald, Wollstonecraft, Plato, Confucius, Nietzsche, even Shakespeare. Maybe you have strong opinions on Catcher in the Rye: either as a fulgent manifestation of teenage truth on earth, or a reckless muckle of teeming maggot-words with no higher purpose but furnace fuel. Everyone has a set of ideas they do not want to explore. If you think your mind is open to everything, this is not a testament to genuine openness but to either a lack of self-awareness or a lack of exposure to ideas.  

As we search for those few principles, words, and approaches that explain our experience and enable our growth, we encounter some concepts which are polar in almost every way to our structure of thought. We have stacked idea upon idea into a vast building, polished its edges, and refined it until it seems be an adequate system. How can we admit some crass new idea, seeking to enter past the gates of our luxuriant tower, bringing muck onto the lustrous floors? It would be unacceptable to let such an idea in. And it is so much trouble to descend the steps of the tower. 

Why do we despise these novel thoughts? It is in part because they are strangers to the ordinary contents of our mind. But this is not a simple problem that can be solved by such clichés as thinking differently and finding new perspectives. Over the course of our education, we become accustomed to a certain habit of mind. Because this habit was built with the slow and agonizing process of learning, we do not want to forsake it. At the bottom of our fear of new knowledge is a fear of abandonment: the terror that when you leave the comfort of your tower you will be left homeless and abandoned, unable to return home. 

In Sophocles’ Antigone, an unnamed guard reports: “I have not exactly been ‘running on light feet.’ I halted many times along the road so I could think.”[1] Follow his example: if you are running on light feet, you are moving too fast. The trail we are all following is circuitous, complex, rhizomatic and many-branched, pockmarked with potholes, and illuminated only by dim dusk-light. Move quickly and you will make many falls, but a few accidents are not the real hazard: the true danger is that you will ignore the beauty and intricacy of the world around your route, sprint past crossroads, and miss countless pathways that could restructure your view of existence. 

Rhizome (noun): a continuously growing horizontal underground stem which puts out lateral shoots and adventitious roots at intervals.

And if you fail to explore at all, it will not speed up your journey but slow it down. After all, is your purpose just to cover a maximal distance? In life, the scalar value speed does not matter; only the vector value velocity: speed with direction.[2] Absolute speed is unimportant unless you are traveling in your intended direction. If you have adjusted your velocity well, you will arrive at your destination eventually. But if you are moving in the wrong direction, if your velocity is misaligned, you’ll never achieve your goals regardless of speed. Do not only seek to imitate Usain Bolt. Aspire to be like Magellan, an explorer who had to adjust his trajectory endlessly, navigate based on the stars alone using primitive quadrants and astrolabes, and keep sailing to his intended point over hundreds of days and miles that faded into each other indistinguishably. Remember your direction and not just your speed.

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A slight turn of the wheel can place you hundreds of miles away from your destination.

If it appears to you that any aspect of existence is obvious, granted, or transparent and easily decipherable, then you are likely not thinking, learning, or experiencing enough. Many things are simple on the surface. But when you run on light feet, when you do not allow your toes to sink into earth, all surfaces feel the same. Almost nothing is simple once you unwrap its cheap and superficial cardboard packaging. These four seismic lines of Alexander Pope are some of the most impactful words I have ever read: 

A little learning is a dangerous thing; 
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring: 
there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain, 
and drinking largely sobers us again.

Alexander Pope (Essay on Criticism)[3]

The Pierian Spring is the source of knowledge and inspiration in Greek myth, where upon drinking “Inspiration will then force a vent / And rush in a flood from a heart that is loved by the muse” (Petronius). Taking a brief sip from the Pierian Spring is equivalent to running on light feet.

Socrates (through Plato’s voice) constantly emphasized that wisdom does not come from quantity of information (acquired by sprinting through your studies on light feet), but a humble awareness of the limits of your knowledge and a driving curiosity to expand these borders. As Confucius described in the Analects, “The master said: To know when you know; and when you do not know; that is wisdom.” Part of Maeser’s mission is integrating the Socratic model of humility and questioning into every class. So hopefully this will not be your first taste of Plato:

“And isn’t it one lasting precaution not to let them taste arguments while they’re young? I don’t suppose that it has escaped your notice that, when young people get their first taste of arguments, they misuse it by treating it as a kind of game of contradiction. They imitate those who’ve refuted them by refuting others themselves, and, like puppies, they enjoy dragging and tearing those around them with their arguments. Then, when they’ve refuted many and been refuted by them in turn, they forcefully and quickly fall into disbelieving what they believed before. And, as a result, they themselves and the whole of philosophy are discredited in the eyes of others.”

Plato, Republic 539b-c.

When you first take a casual sip from the Pierian spring you may find yourself becoming the person Plato describes above. I’ve seen this in many places, but especially in competitive debate, undergraduate philosophy, politics, and other forums with a strong emphasis on argument. Once you learn to toddle you want to walk, and then you want to run, and then to dance on glass, and then to sprint on light feet everywhere. Resist this urge to focus only on increasing speed. Critical thinking is essential, but it does not necessitate relentless criticism of every idea and person you find, applying your full effort to refute everything you can. As José Ortega y Gasset wisely wrote, “Every good beginner is a skeptic, but every skeptic is only a beginner.

Another key hazard of running on light feet is that this sprinting makes it effortless to trod on quicksand. Paradoxically, running on light feet will lead to stable, slow stagnation. It is almost inevitable: agile leaping from idea to idea, never giving pause to investigate, taking many small sips but never quaffing your thirst, your light feet will touch down on the solid-seeming surface of quicksand. At first it is exciting: your need for speed has stopped you from sinking into any other idea, so when you sink into quicksand it feels new and refreshing. You do not realize you are drowning and will soon be unable to escape. 

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To make the metaphor explicit: the quicksand is the all-enveloping power of the shallow and mundane, the mechanical tasks of the everyday, the wake-up-you-need-to-make-money, the running on light feet, the quick sips, the life so full of speed you never feel a need for direction. As Lin Yutang wrote, “Those who are wise won’t be busy, and those who are too busy can’t be wise.” Being swallowed up by mundanity is easy. Unless you watch closely, the ordinary will consume you and numb you. Unless you pay attention, your purpose will disappear into quicksand. Smooth and natural. With barely any sign you can suspect. You walk on it easily, and once you notice it’s too late. Your mind will be left flailing in a mire of repeated consensus. And once your head is immersed in the quicksand, your thirst will be quenched, and you will have no more need to seek the Pierian spring. Life will become obvious, and you will have a convenient bromide or banal platitude to silence any inquisitive thought. 

Classics and Creative Reading

Many books at Maeser are assigned. You do not have complete freedom to choose your content and your curriculum. Your path has been blazed already. Rather you must explore in practice, to choose the way you read. “Reading is a creative act. Unlike almost everything we are encouraged to consider entertainment, it is an active pursuit. Without this process of interpretation we cannot know ourselves” (Curcio). In other words: reading cannot just be absorption, filling and clogging the mind with more information. If a book is to change you in any meaningful way — and isn’t that the purpose of a book? — you must create through reading, using the printed words as a medium to create novel ideas just as a painter uses a canvas. Classics are marked by the way they inspire and almost necessitate this creative interpretation.

However, most books we tend to call classics are merely conventions. They are christened classics by the impersonal processes of tradition, repetition, and public opinion. As they are cemented into the cultural psyche, they eventually come to be called time-tested. At this point, they are sacred, and the individual has no choice in the matter – they must call the book a classic to avoid being savaged by the collective roasting of the literary horde. The canon of classics are determined merely by consulting the ‘people who matter.’

The problem is not that these books are not ‘actually classics.’ Rather, a fixed and established canon of classics can give the reader the impression that they have no role in the matter: the classics are merely passed onto me, and my job is simply to read and accept them. Furthermore, routine and convention breed the most formidable enemy of growth: comfort. A pleasant consensus silently forbids certain thoughts from ever being expressed. As Bradbury wrote, “the most dangerous enemy to truth and freedom, the solid unmoving cattle of the majority. Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority” (104). Why is the impersonal, objective set of big-C Classics important to the individual? Even if we found standards to test a classic by that we all could agree upon, the individual must make each classic meaningful through a intensely subjective relationship with the book. What we should be looking for is not a greater definition or a more complete set of criteria, but more powerful personal encounter with the texts.

Only the spark of a personal relationship to a book can ignite a fire worth stoking. In Fahrenheit 451, a woman refuses to give up her books to the firemen, and so she is burned alive in the inferno of paper. After this, Montag reflects that “There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing” (Bradbury, 58). This is what makes a classic. My classics will contain those intensely personal things that I am willing to set myself ablaze for. I could never burn for mere Truth, the kind that can be announced from impersonal loudspeakers using the customary metaphors. Classics encourage subjective appropriation, not mere objective acceptance. This is why, as Clifton Fadiman puts it, “When you reread a classic you do not see more in the book than you did before; you see more in you than there was before.” Classics are ever-growing, as their meaning for you expands every time you encounter the text again.

“A classic is a book that has never finished saying what it has to say.”

Italo Calvino
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Illustration based on Fahrenheit 451 by Tony Stella.

After all, could you die for ‘the canon’? Could you live based on facts alone? Could you live your life according to a sophisticated model, an elaborate system of the Truth? As Kierkegaard wrote:

“The obliging, immediate, wholly unreflective subject is naïvely convinced that if only the objective truth stands fast, the subject will be ready and willing to attach himself to it.”

Kierkegaard, Concluding Unscientific Postscript, pg. 37

This “unreflective subject” is wrong. Just knowing the ‘objective truth’ is not enough to create personal change, not enough to bring the idea into yourself. First, there will always be objective uncertainty. No thesis is fully, unquestionably established. Second, an idea is dead if it is purely abstract, if you can only conceive it without action. An idea is living if you can live it, if you can act upon it irrevocably. Mere theses, universal principles, are not enough to be living.

At the end of Plato’s dialogue on education, the Lysis, he declares that he and his companions have “made fools of ourselves”: we have spent hours discussing friendship, but “what a friend is we have not yet been able to find out” (223b). However, Plato and his interlocuters walk away from the dialogue as friends. “friendship,” they understand what friendship is, and they can recognize that they are friends. They have become friends in the process of identifying what constitutes true friendship. Even though they don’t have a coherent set of necessary & sufficient conditions for what constitutes friendship, they can recognize that they are friends. Or as Supreme Court Justice Potter Stewart said about pornography, “I know it when I see it” (Lattman). In the same way, we don’t need a rigorous, objective, and universal standard for Classics to recognize a classic. We identify classics not by their age, but by their compelling personal qualities.

“Ancient works are classic not because they are old, but because they are powerful, fresh, and healthy.”

Goethe

Mapping Truth

One of Maeser’s three axioms is Truth. What does this word mean? It can seem very obvious: truth is just the reality, whatever “is the case,” the Absolute, the always-capitalized, sacred word. But here you should be cautious; do not run on light feet. For if something seems obvious it usually means our model is such a simplification that the complexity of the reality is forgotten. The map has subsumed the territory. When we are immersed in a model, we cannot get our head above water to see anything else: we become the fish who asks “what the hell is water?” (Wallace) It is not obvious or a given that truth is just correspondence to reality. Perhaps truth is not just a conceptual relationship between words and reality, but something more living, vivid, breathing:

“What is truth but to live for an idea? When all is said and done, everything is based on a postulate; but not until it no longer stands outside him, not until he lives in it, does it cease to be a postulate for him.” 

Søren Kierkegaard, Either/Or, pg. 363.

We often assume that if only we could discover reality, if only our mental map would mirror the structure of the universe, if only we could access the Absolute – then we could live and die for this kind of truth. First, the obvious response is that us mortals cannot access this type of truth. As Korzybski wrote: “A map is not the territory it represents, but, if correct, it has a similar structure to the territory, which accounts for its usefulness” (58). In other words, our models are not equivalent to reality: we are mere mapmakers. Our words and mental structures are attempts to package ineffable and esoteric experiences into shippable cardboard boxes.

Map and territory. Photography by Honey Yanibel Minaya Cruz.

Most thinkers have some aphorism for the inadequacy of words, the limits of systems, and the need for intellectual humility. Schopenhauer’s aphorism was “Everyone takes the limits of his own vision for the limits of the world.” Nietzsche’s was “The will to a system is a lack of integrity.” And Plato said “I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing.” Khalil Gibran also crafted a brilliant poem to communicate the insufficiency of mental models and brute words: 

Give to me the reed and sing thou! 
Forget hence what both have stated;
Words are but the motes in rainbow, 
Tell me now of joys you’ve tasted.

— Khalil Gibran, The Procession, “The Summing of the Youth”

The Absolute Truth is perhaps unachievable and almost certainly ineffable: to describe it in mere words is always dishonest. 

But second and more importantly, you must first learn to know yourself before anything else. Without an inward transformation, yeastless and objective truth is irrelevant, and you will not be able to muster the passion to burn for it. Kierkegaard gives this example: “This is what is lacking, and this is why I am like a man who has collected furniture, rented an apartment, but as yet has not found the beloved to share life’s ups and downs with him” (35). Even if you could discover objectivity, it is just an unfurnished apartment until you become personally intertwined with this truth. In this sense, Truth is a chimera: just finding it will not change your life in any meaningful sense. Rather, our aim when we read and learn should be akin to Kierkegaard’s: 

“The crucial thing is to find a truth that is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die…this was what I needed, to lead a completely human life and not merely one of knowledge, so that I could base the development of my thought not on – yes, not on something called objective – something that in any case is not my own, but upon something that is bound up with the deepest roots of my existence, through which I am grafted into the divine, to which I cling fast even though the whole world may collapse. This is what I needed, and this is what I strive for.”

— Søren Kierkegaard, The Essential Kierkegaard, pg. 14.

All this elegant language simplifies into an unavoidable reality: it doesn’t matter if it is true if it is not your own. This is why the woman who burns with her books retorts to the firemen that “You can’t ever have my books” (Bradbury, 39). She didn’t just mean this in the physical sense, as in, ‘I will burn with my books before I let you burn them.’ She also meant that the books had become so intensely personal that no one else could possess them or understand them in the same way that she did. This is why the hero of books in Fahrenheit 451 is not Beady, who knows about the ancient books and can quote them while keeping them at arm’s length from his soul. Rather, it is the woman who martyrs herself for a book. It is the people who undergo the agonizing process of transplanting books into their minds and hearts. 

Books gain their transformative power when we make them part of ourselves, a constant fixture of our internal dialogue. Italo Calvino emphasized the liveness of a classic text or idea: “your classic author is the one you cannot feel indifferent to, who helps you define yourself in relation to him, even in dispute with him” (132). What distinguishes live and dead ideas? As William James wrote, “deadness and liveness are measured by a thinker’s willingness to act” (15). To oversimplify: an idea is live to the extent you can live for the idea. The bold pursuit for a book worth dying for — and more importantly living for — is an adventure worth caring about. Our feeble attempt to discover truth in books is a mere eternal side-quest. And I use the word “book” only as a proxy to much more: books are convenient packages for ideas, which should become actions and ways of living. Otherwise books are just the corpses of trees. 

Buying Education

My thoughts on the commodification of learning, achievement orientation, and Socrates’ model of meaningful education have been moved to this post: Buying Education.

Conclusion

As these types of essays typically do, I will simplify my injunctions to just three ideas:

  1. Do not run on light feet. Practice intellectual humility as Socrates: “I only know that I know nothing.” To acquire this humility, you must escape your tower, leave the beaten trail, and explore. Recognize the complexity of existence and know that if you wish to study existence at all, you must chug: do not take shallow sips. Drink deep from the Pierian spring. And remember the insufficiencies of the tools you use to investigate reality: the flaws of words and the inaccurate mapmaking we all must practice. 
  2. Develop an almost-sacred personal relationship with truth, books, and ideas, rather than treating them as distant abstractions. Remember that an idea is living to the extent you are willing to act upon it. Try to bring to life every idea you encounter. Resurrect the countless dead ideas stored in the mausoleums, sepulchers, and cadaver-closets of your memory. “Words are but the motes in rainbow,” so don’t just look for concepts you can recite without qualms. Search for ideas you can live and die for. 
  3. Remember the value of education beyond just utility. Your value extends infinitely beyond just your ‘achievements’ or the products of your labor. In the same sense education is not just its products. It is a fundamental and transformative activity, an end in of itself rather than just a means to an end. Do not commodify yourself or your ideas. Books are not mere ore deposits to be mined or resource-rich mountains to be hollowed out, the ideas within carted out to be sold to the highest bidder. 

To conclude: education is merely a necessary evil for many people. It in itself has no value – only its products. To those who think this way, we begin to live after our education is over. But what does ‘life’ mean? The process of changing, failing, striving. In a word: education. Thus life is education, and education is life itself. This is the only constant in the dynamic of existence. Stasis is death, equilibrium is decay, stagnation is suicide. Only growth is vitality; to live is to grow. Maeser is one of the few places in your life — and perhaps the only place — that will recognize and fully emphasize this intrinsic value of education. Maeser may be the only place you ever encounter where education is viewed as valuable in of itself rather than a mere instrumental value, a mere means to ends like career progression or academic achievement. Of course, no institution can live up to its own ideals. Maeser is far from complete. But recognize the value of this place. 

And when you find yourself saying “I don’t have time for philosophy, I have bills to pay,” or some other phrase that expresses the same meaning, remember that this is not philosophy. This is life. You don’t have enough time to not think about it. With every day, you should consider the fundamental, the deep, the sacred, the truth beyond the mundane. Otherwise, why wake up? You cannot live for the mundane, for the mechanical: turning door knobs, moving steering wheels, lifting food to mouth.

Learning is not just the process of acquiring ideas and skills to more effectively complete mundane tasks. Ideas are not just a way to pad a resume or expand a salary. Treating an idea as just a means to an end objectifies that idea. But if you allow them to, ideas can become living. An idea can become imperative as breath. A book can be as hallowed as an altar to the sublime. A school could become as sacrosanct as a monastery.

Five works that should be assigned @Maeser:

  1. The Apology — Plato. (and other dialogues of Plato if possible)
  2. Schopenhauer as Educator — Nietzsche. (concise essay)
  3. The Prophet and The Procession — Khalil Gibran. (short poems)
  4. Essay on Criticism — Alexander Pope. (poem)
  5. Make It Stick: The Science of Successful Learning — Mark A. McDaniel. (most pragmatic/useful book I’ve ever read)

Works Cited

Pope, Alexander. Essay on Criticism. 1711. Print. Lines 215 – 232.

Petronius, Arbiter, and J M. Mitchell. Petronius: The Satyricon. London: G. Routledge, 1923. Print. Vol 1.

Confucius. The Analects of Confucius: A Philosophical Translation. New York: Ballantine Books, 1999. Print.

Y. Gasset, José Ortega. What is Philosophy? Translated From the Spanish by Mildred Adams. Norton: New York, New York, 1960. Print.

Plato. The Complete Works of Plato: The Republic Book VII. Trans. John Cooper. Cambridge: Hackett Publishing Company, 1997. Print. 539b-c (pg 1154)

Lin, Yutang. The Importance of Living. New York: Reynal & Hitchcock, 1938. Print.

Curcio, James. Brian Castro’s fiction: the seductive play of language. Amherst, NY: Cambria Press, 2008. Print. Page 153.

Wallace, David Foster. “This is water by David Foster Wallace (Full transcript and audio).” Farnam Street (2005).

Korzybski, Alfred. Science and Sanity. Schuchardt Read: New York, New York 1933. Print. Page 58.

Calvino, Italo. Why Read the Classics? New York: Pantheon Books, 1999. Print. Page 132.

James, William and Cahn, Steven (ed). The Will to Believe: And Other Essays in Popular Philosophy. New York: Longmans, Green, and Co., 1896. Page 15.

Boyles, Deron. “Sophistry, Dialectic, and Teacher Education: A Reinterpretation of Plato’s Meno.” George State University Press: Philosophy of Education Archive. N.d. Web. 6 Feb 2018.

Rowe, C.J. “Plato on the Sophists as Teachers of Virtue.” History of Political Thought, Vol. 4, No. 3 (Winter 1983), pp. 409-427. N.d. Web. 6 Feb 2018.

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Why Literature Matters: The Aporetic Approach

“How wonderful that we have met with a paradox. Now we have some hope of making progress.”

— Niels Bohr

Framing

Having “been reduced to the perplexity of realizing that he did not know… he will go on and discover,” Plato writes of the boy who “feels the difficulty he is in” after attempting to solve Socrates’ riddles.[1] Socrates argues that “by causing him to doubt and giving him the torpedo’s shock” of his own ignorance, “he will push on in the search gladly, as lacking knowledge; whereas then he would have been only too ready to suppose he was right.”[2] Encountering contradictions and complexity beyond his comprehension plunged the boy into aporia — an impasse, a quandary one cannot resolve, a state of puzzlement, a doubting and bewilderment, a being-at-a-loss. Aporia is the dazzling of the mind by the intricacy of existence.[3] While this state seems empty, the paucity of knowledge in aporia is fertile. Specifically, aporia created by literature offers the following routes of learning: it fosters epistemic humility by revealing our uncertainty, broadens our possibilities by expanding our imaginative horizons, and promotes existential authenticity.

This paper focuses on aporetic literature, a genre of fiction that is usually long-form, complex, and narrative or poetic. Fiction itself is characterized by the way it “invites imaginings.”[4] What distinguishes aporetic literature is a specific “mode of persuasion” distinct from the realist mode of persuasion.[5] While some authors portend to represent the real world and offer the reader closure, aporetic authors “multiply mysteries and indeterminacies and keep the reader guessing to the end and beyond.”[6] Instead of straightforwardly representing the world, aporetic literature is enigmatic, perplexing, and questioning, making interpretation difficult. It is aporia-promoting. My paradigm examples are intricate masterworks with nuanced internal tensions, like Dostoevsky’s The Brothers Karamazov, Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Whitman’s Leaves of Grass, Heller’s Catch-22, and The Bible. However, any aporia-causing fiction fits in this category, and virtually any text—Dr. Seuss’s storybooks, Disney’s Frozen, Egyptian myths, a peer’s Instagram poetry—could produce aporia. In fact, almost all literature contains a period of puzzlement between the initial pieces and the end result. Thus, aporetic literature is on a continuum and it overlaps with many other genres. To avoid excessive scope, I will concentrate on the most aporia-promoting literature.

How can fictional imaginaries instruct us in meaningful ways about the world outside the fiction? This paper aims to provide a solution to this puzzle of instructive literature, which asks how imaginative representations can change our perspectives or teach us in ways relevant to the real world. This is adjacent to the puzzle of moral persuasion[7] but is broader, including not just the way literature can teach us about morality, but also about the world, its meaning, and ourselves. I argue that imagination guided by aporetic literature can be genuinely instructive.

person holding red jigsaw puzzle

Rather than educating us on a predefined landscape of knowledge, persuading us to hold certain beliefs, providing specific answers, or promoting moral skills, aporetic literature primarily serves as a way to confront readers with intractable dilemmas. It offers a range of challenging and often contradictory perspectives that create doubt and questioning (aporia), leading the reader to a fertile space of possibility where they can recognize their limits, explore alternate worldviews, create their own values, and construct an authentic personal interpretation of both the text and life itself. There are three vital ways we learn from imaginaries guided by aporetic literature:

  1. Epistemic humility. The aporia created by the complexity and internal tension within literature causes us to recognize our ignorance. In essence, we gain insight about our lack of knowledge.
  2. Openness. Literature leads us to recognize the breadth of possibilities, widening our imaginative scope and our ability to generate new ideas.
  3. Existential authenticity. Aporia urges the reader to choose to create herself. This choice leads to greater existential authenticity as formulated by Kierkegaard and Nietzsche.

None of these routes of learning presume any particular view of ethics. After all, aporetic literature does not stress a particular ‘correct’ morality, but instead engenders aporia, opening up a mental space where individuals can develop new values or explore their existing values. Furthermore, I do not rely on any particular view of truth, where the purpose of fiction might be to track or remain faithful to the Truth. The three roles of aporetic literature function regardless of the moral or epistemic position the reader takes—a desiderata which most views of learning-from-literature cannot fulfill.

What is Learning?

Learning in my view is broader than just epistemic improvement or skill-acquisition.[8] These are both forms of learning, but they do not capture a full picture. For instance, in transformative experiences as described by L.A. Paul, one’s entire way-of-perceiving, values, and phenomenological perspective undergo a metamorphosis.[9] Just like you cannot know what it would be like to be a vampire until you become one, you cannot understand what it will like to be yourself after personal transformation. After a transformative experience, one’s window into the world is shattered. One cannot say that after a transformative experience our views have improved, since after the paradigm shift are standards of what “improvement” itself even means have changed. This paradigm-shift kind of learning cannot be understood as mere epistemic improvement. And aporetic literature is not strictly truthful or knowledge-promoting, but is better called illuminating, enlightening, or instructive.

Paradigm shifts do not just entail epistemic improvements, but new lens through which to view the world. Explaining transformative experience requires a wider conception of learning as the process of growing one’s understanding, where “understanding” is the ability to see and utilize varying perspectives. Learning is not just refining the glasses we use to view the world; it is not just improving the glasses’ prescription. Rather, transformative learning makes our window more kaleidoscopic. It shatters our existing lens, adding new perspectives, and layering these new lenses on top or alongside of our earlier lenses. Through literature, we convert our solitary pair of tinted glasses into a many-tinted kaleidoscope.

I. Epistemic humility

(a) The method of aporia

Unlike the Sophists, Socrates does not vend his wisdom away or allow his students to “mindlessly swallow the conclusions of their mentors.”[10] Rather, he uses a questioning dialectic to induce aporia, an uncertain state of possibility which urges students to “discover within themselves a multitude of beautiful things, which they bring forth into the light.”[11] With Socrates, students learn valuable mental skills and perhaps even wisdom, rather than tokens of knowledge “they can buy from time to time for a drachma.”[12] Even if this is more painful, as the student is often “distressed and annoyed at being so dragged…into the light of the sun,”[13] it is far more rewarding. While knowledge or skill acquisition is valuable, Socrates surpasses a sole focus on this method and encourages an aporetic approach as well. This approach to learning emphasizes epistemic humility—recognition of our uncertainty and limited perspective—as a first step. As Confucius described in the Analects, “to know when you know; and when you do not know; that is wisdom.”[14]

Through contradiction, metaphor, and other narrative and stylistic elements, literature exposes what we do not know. Aporetic literature is Socratic, provoking internal dialogue within the reader about significant questions instead of dictating conceptual truths. The aspiration of aporetic authors is “perhaps most of all to frustrate reason itself with the sheer complexity of their projects,” moving past the restrictions of internal consistency and direct matter-of-fact communication.[15] Rather than erecting “edifices of concepts” with “rigid regularity,” these authors use their fictions to build an “infinitely complex cathedral of concepts upon shifting foundations and flowing waters.”[16] Thus, the author leaves the reader in a state of internal tension and psychological ambiguity.

Aporetic literature does not employ optimal communication techniques to make understanding or knowledge-acquisition easier. The opposite is true. As Kierkegaard wrote, “I conceived it as my task to create difficulties everywhere.”[17] Aporetic authors create stumbling blocks in their books to trip up the reader. Similarly, in Socrates’ method of elenchus, he creates difficulties for his conversation partners by exposing internal contradictions in their views.

(b) Exposing uncertainty

Aporetic literature depicts a series of impossible dilemmas, unanswerable questions, and gripping quandaries. These aporias reveal our ignorance and uncertainty. For instance, in The Brothers Karamazov, Ivan asks his brother Alyosha a confounding question:

“Tell me straight out, I call on you—answer me: imagine that you yourself are building the edifice of human destiny with the object of making people happy in the finale, of giving them peace and rest at last, but for that you must inevitably and unavoidably torture just one tiny creature, [one child], and raise your edifice on the foundation of her unrequited tears—would you agree to be the architect on such conditions?. . . And can you admit the idea that the people for whom you are building would agree to accept their happiness on the unjustified blood of a tortured child, and having accepted it, to remain forever happy?”[18]

The Brothers Karamazov, by Fyodor Dostoevsky

The primary effect of this passage is not knowledge-acquisition, but aporia. I realize my own ethical ignorance. I do not know what the correct ethical response to this question is; I barely know where to start. Dostoyevsky has thrust me into aporia. This grows my epistemic accuracy, in a sense, because I now know what I do not know. But more importantly, the aporia has created a space of possibility—I can now re-evaluate my values.

As another example, the novel Catch-22 satirizes war, puzzling the reader through conflicting character’s perspectives and disquieting descriptions. The common phrase “Catch-22” can even be seen as a synonym for aporia, as it describes a bewildering problem where the only solution is precluded by the conditions of the problem itself. This exposition by the character Yossarian exhibits one of the most aporia-inducing passages of the novel:

“What a lousy earth! He wondered how many people were destitute that same night even in his own prosperous country, how many homes were shanties, how many husbands were drunk and wives socked, and how many children were bullied, abused, or abandoned. How many families hungered for food they could not afford to buy? How many hearts were broken? How many suicides would take place that same night, how many people would go insane? How many cockroaches and landlords would triumph? How many winners were losers, successes failures, and rich men poor men? How many wise guys were stupid? How many happy endings were unhappy endings? How many honest men were liars, brave men cowards, loyal men traitors, how many sainted men were corrupt, how many people in positions of trust had sold their souls to bodyguards, how many had never had souls? How many straight-and-narrow paths were crooked paths? How many best families were worst families and how many good people were bad people?”[19]

Catch-22, by Joseph Heller
people gathering on street during nighttime

This relentless series of confusing, contradictory questions thrusts us into a knotty situation. As a reader immersed in the novel, my empathy with Yossarian’s plight leads me to try to answer his questions. But I am unable. I cannot resolve his contradictions (lying honest men, crooked straight paths), elucidate valid rationales behind the social structures he challenges (food insecurity, triumphant cockroaches), or simplify all of his questions into a coherent logical structure. My uncertainty is exposed. Aware of my epistemic limits, my loss of confidence makes me more open to further exploration.

Finally, one of the most influential passages in English literature is Shakespeare’s poignant creation of aporia about death:

“To be, or not to be, that is the question:
…To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there’s the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there’s the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
The undiscovere’d country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?”[20]

Hamlet, Shakespeare

This passage thrusts the reader into a state of questioning. Especially for readers who had not before considered the question of being or non-being, it creates aporia about whether life is worth living. Even for those accustomed to this question, it induces perplexity about what might come after the end, puzzling the will and giving the reader pause.

(c) Reshaping cognition

beige liquid illustration

In Currie’s view, the “sheer complexity of great narrative art…may increase its power to spread ignorance and error.”[21] Complex literary works make language “harder to process,” and this nuanced style generates an illusory sense of learning.[22] Literature engages our emotions and bypasses our epistemic defense mechanisms. Rather than promoting epistemic humility, literature can just reinforce biases and facilitate misguided beliefs.

The aporetic approach resolves Currie’s sensible critique of confusing, doubt-creating, and contradictory literary styles. This seemingly obstructive complexity is necessary to create aporia. Aporetic literature is designed not to lubricate the mind’s mechanisms, but to disrupt the smooth operation of the intellect. The aim is not to provide a straightforward set of rules to minimize confusion, but to mimic the intricacy of lived experience and draw out paradoxes. The conflicting ambiguity of in aporetic literature is not mere random noise, but carefully constructed and meaningful dissonance that is “strategically opposed to the harmonies it disrupts.”[23] Puzzlement and perplexity are positive effects of aporetic literature, not unfortunate byproducts.

Aporia-promoting writers throw a stick into the well-oiled spokes of our mental equipment. Our synthesis is thwarted. This breakdown discloses our automatic cognitive processes and encourages playful, self-conscious, hypothesis-testing exploration in their place. Once they are in the open, our pre-programmed interpretations can be changed, as “the brain plays with alternative ways of interpreting these elusive, intriguingly unstable representations.”[24] Aporia can help emancipate us from our biases, “breaking their grip to enable new modes of cortical organization.”[25] The dissonances of aporetic literature upset our cognitive habits and “what was dulled becomes visible again as new configurations of meaning, based on new neuronal assemblies, emerge.”[26] Writing aporetic literature is an art of taking-away, luring the reader away from their supposed knowledge. We learn through unlearning.

(d) Epistemic virtues

Epistemic humility is especially important in post-Gettier epistemologies which emphasize epistemic virtues over discrete periods of knowledge-acquisition. Fiction can model characters with epistemic virtues like humility, inquisitiveness, or intellectual courage, and is unique in its capacity to show the complexity of these virtues. For instance, Dr. Frankenstein exhibits a love of learning and passion for discovery, both usually considered epistemic virtues. But Shelley makes it clear that this curiosity is obsessive, power-hungry, and vicious, and thus not a virtue. Pip of Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations develops a vicious preoccupation with increasing his status by acquiring knowledge. His intellectual vices interfere with genuine learning, and the novel exposes his epistemic arrogance.

Tracing these fictional characters in our imaginations encourages epistemic humility. By reading a wide variety of fiction, readers can mediate between different character-models and pursue epistemic virtues with more understanding. Even if literature does not promote knowledge-acquisition directly, it builds the virtues necessary for learning.

II. Openness

photo of snow-capped mountain surrounded by sea of clouds

Aporetic literature broadens our horizons and expands our range of vision. It offers new vantage points and possibilities. In Kant’s account, in engagement with fiction our minds are “in free play, because no determinate concept restricts them to a particular rule of cognition.”[27] Aporetic literature encourages the “playful application of a multiplicity of concepts.”[28] Aporetic literature can thus expand the scope of our imagination, causing us to learn of endless new possibilities, as “The Brain—is wider than the Sky.[29] In this way, the author does not give us a thing to see but offers a light by which we may see for ourselves. Even if our behavioral responses do not become “more virtuous” by some moral standard and our models of the world do not become “more accurate” by some epistemic standard, we still learn from literature. We gain broader possibilities, a vaster imaginative scope, and a range of potential responses to the world.

(a) Neuroplasticity

Some learning can happen through fictions that invoke familiar patterns and “strengthen already existing cross-cortical processing networks,” but aporetic literature instead reconfigures neural networks, “rewiring synapses to reshape the brain’s plasticity.”[30] Oft-travelled patterns are important to create habits, but they come with a loss of flexibility and openness. In aporetic texts, the brain is tossed into a heaving tumult, oscillating between unified structure and dissolute chaos as “the poet’s eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, doth glance from heaven to Earth, Earth to heaven.”[31] This narrative fluctuation keeps the brain open to possibility and maximizes mental adaptability. As Byron declared, “poetry is the lava of the imagination whose eruption prevents an earthquake.”[32] The turmoil of a restless and uncertain mind is sublimated through aporetic literature. Rather than encouraging unconscious repression, aporia prompts the reader to fully experience the destabilizing doubt and respond to it intentionally.

(b) Defamiliarization

The physical world around us can be seen as a massive stage full of props, where props are defined in Walton’s terms as objects which prescribe “principles of generation” for our imaginings.[33] Imagination prompted by aporetic literature can defamiliarize us from our existing props. As literary theorist Shklovsky writes, “the technique of art is to make objects ‘unfamiliar,’ to make forms difficult.”[34] The phenomenon of defamiliarization is a key element of aporetic literature: “the writer shakes up the familiar scene, and as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.”[35] Our cognition is de-automatized, we are broken from normal robotic routines of perception, and the ossified props around us are made fluid. After our props are defamiliarized, we are able to inscribe new principles of generation upon them. This enables us to re-imagine the world around us with new frameworks.

(c) Imaginative horizons

person on top of the cliff

Even if fiction writers do not understand the psyche better than anyone else, they can still offer us insights into the possibilities of human behavior. Even completely fabricated characters can portray what human behavior and motivation might be like in an alternate reality. For instance, in the novel Lord of the Flies and the more recent Hunger Games, adolescents are thrust into extreme situations. Quickly, the youths devolve into brutal violence; one of the kids wonders if “maybe there is a beast…maybe it’s only us.”[36] Readers also place themselves in the intense circumstances through immersion. They thus learn more about the possibilities of human behavior and learn how they might respond in similar circumstances. Apocalyptic or utopian literature constructs imaginaries that contradict our occurrent reality. It thereby makes the status quo seem more contingent and less necessary, encouraging interrogations into the ‘way the world is’ and new visions of what is possible. The aporia produced by fictional situations widens our imaginative horizons beyond just our quotidian experience of everyday life and behavior.

Furthermore, fiction can instigate imaginations about our personal possibilities. It thus expands our view of our own potentiality:

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked… One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor…and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”[37]

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

Like the character in this passage, we may start to see all the distant branches and figs of our own future by reading about the lives of fictional characters. As Kierkegaard writes, being immersed in an imaginative fictional world allows the reader “to disperse himself among the innumerable possibilities which diverge from himself… the personality is not yet discovered.”[38] Aporetic fiction challenges the reader’s stable identity, deconstructing her epistemic confidence that ‘I am what I am,’ and grows her imagination of her personal prospects. It also offers a way to simulate alternate ways-of-being. Ultimately, this engagement with fiction can be the foundation for authenticity: the “shaping of Dasein’s being into an authentic existence depends upon its first finding itself submerged in the imaginative projections of its infinite possibilities.”[39] The authentic self is built on this primordial flux of possibilities. Without imagining our future possibilities, we cannot become ourselves.

III. Existential authenticity

“You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me,/ You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.” — Walt Whitman[40]

(a) What is authenticity?

For the existentialists, our being is always a becoming. We perpetually make choices and enact certain roles to take a stand on who we are. Nietzsche exhorts his readers that we should “want to become who we are— human beings who are new, unique, incomparable, who give themselves laws, who create themselves!”[41] Authenticity in the existential view is not discovering what we already are, but striving towards what we decide to become: “for your true nature lies, not concealed deep within you, but immeasurably high above you.”[42] An authentic identity cannot be static. It is an action: self-overcoming in Nietzsche’s terms, perpetual striving in Kierkegaard’s, self-surpassing in Sartre’s, or in Heidegger’s vocabulary, Dasein’s constant up-surging into the future.[43] Authenticity is a constant sculpting, a “making ourselves, shaping a form out of all the elements—that is the task!”[44] In the search for authenticity we do not seek to know ourselves, but to will a self and become that self.

Further, no one can determine what I am for me:

“No one can construct for you the bridge upon which precisely you must cross the stream of life, no one but you yourself alone. There are, to be sure, countless paths and bridges and demi-gods which would bear you through this stream; but only at the cost of yourself; you would pawn yourself and lose. There is in the world only one way, on which nobody can go, except you: where does it lead? Do not ask, go along with it. Who was it who said: “a man never rises higher than when he does not know where his way can still lead him”? [Oliver Cromwell].[45]

Friedrich Nietzsche
man wearing white shirt siting on bridge overlooking at mountain

Aporetic literature does not ferry us safely over the stream. Rather, it gives us jumping-off-point to dive into the construction of ourselves. The impetus to this action must arise from the person in question and cannot be forced by external forces. Authenticity cannot be arrived at by simply repeating a set of actions or taking up a set of beliefs; it springs from self-creation. As aporia induces the “shattering of the individual,”[46] challenging our notions of what we are, it catalyzes our self-creation. Aporetic fictions thus jumpstart the reader on their path to authentic becoming-oneself.

(b) Escaping bad faith

What prevents authenticity? The existentialists are in resounding concordance on the answer: it is laziness and bad faith, which lead people to “hide themselves behind customs.”[47] Through the pressures of norms and the inertia of default interpretations, we can become lost in the They (Das Man),[48] forgetting that our identity is a choice, not a circumstance. Aporia-inducing passages shock us out of this laziness, encouraging the reader to “rebel against a state of things in which he only repeats what he has heard, learns what is already known, and imitates what already exists.”[49] As Sartre writes, authenticity arises from having a “lucid consciousness of the situation,”[50] as we must recognize our contingent situation but do not let it define us, making a choice to establish an identity.

(c) Emotional engagement

Kierkegaard criticized the culture of his time for the way it promoted detached reflection rather than engaged passionate commitment. Fiction encourages emotional engagement that prompts us to make our own decisions and interpretations. In fact, emotional engagement is required to even comprehend the plots and characters of complex literature.[51] More significantly, only the spark of a personal relationship to a book can ignite a fire worth stoking. In Fahrenheit 451, a woman is consumed in an inferno of paper because she refuses to give up her books to the firemen. After this, Montag reflects that “There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t stay for nothing.”[52] What is this unimaginable quality? What are these intensely personal things in books that some are willing to set themselves ablaze for?

burning open book

The lesson of literature is that mere theses and universal principles are not enough to provide meaning to our lived experience. After all, could you die for a set of knowledge or a series of ‘true’ postulates? Could you live based on facts alone or according to a sophisticated model? As Kierkegaard wrote:

“The obliging, immediate, wholly unreflective subject is naïvely convinced that if only the objective truth stands fast, the subject will be ready and willing to attach himself to it.”[53]

Soren Kierkegaard

Rather, objective truths are only meaningful when they are infused with emotion and integrated into one’s self. Aporetic literature prompts transformative self-investigation, in which the book serves as a prop for the reader’s authentic reimagination of herself. She encounters aporia and subsequently must decide upon her own values, her self-definition, her own meaning of life. These choices are intensely subjective and only accessible or meaningful to the individual. They are not “knowledge.” Furthermore, they cannot be called “true” according to external standards but become personally true when they are fully appropriated into the individual’s subjective life-view.[54]

Without an inward transformation, yeastless and objective truth is irrelevant. The reader cannot muster the passion to burn for such objectivity. A reader who has only acquired stale knowledge is like “a man who has collected furniture, rented an apartment, but as yet has not found the beloved to share life’s ups and downs with him.”[55] Even if the reader could discover objectivity, it is just an unfurnished apartment until become personally intertwined with this truth. Acquiring knowledge or truth will not change one’s life in any meaningful sense. Rather, our aim when we read aporetic literature should be akin to Kierkegaard’s:

“The crucial thing is to find a truth that is truth for me, to find the idea for which I am willing to live and die…this was what I needed, to lead a completely human life and not merely one of knowledge, so that I could base the development of my thought not on – yes, not on something called objective – something that in any case is not my own, but upon something that is bound up with the deepest roots of my existence, through which I am grafted into the divine, to which I cling fast even though the whole world may collapse. This is what I needed, and this is what I strive for.”[56]

Journal Entry, Soren Kierkegaard

This simplifies into an unavoidable reality: it doesn’t matter if it is true if it is not your own. This is why the woman who burns with her books retorts to the firemen that “You can’t ever have my books.”[57] She didn’t just mean this in the physical sense, as in, ‘I won’t let you burn my books without burning me too.’ She also meant that the books were so intensely personal that no one else could understand them or possess them the way she did. This is why the hero in Fahrenheit 451 is not Beady, who knows about the ancient books and can quote them while keeping them at arm’s length from his soul. Rather, it is the woman who martyrs herself for a book. Those who gain the most from literature are those who undergo the agonizing process of transplanting books into their minds and hearts.

(d) Liveness

An idea is living if you can live it, if you can act upon it irrevocably, and the idea is dead if you can only conceive it. Furthermore, as William James wrote, “deadness and liveness are measured by a thinker’s willingness to act.”[58] To oversimplify: an idea is live to the extent you can live for the idea. The bold pursuit for a book worth dying for is an adventure worth caring about. Our feeble attempt to gain knowledge from books is a mere side-quest to the task that has real existential significance. Conclusively, pieces of literature should become ways of living. Otherwise books are just the symbol-pockmarked corpses of trees. After reading the poetry, we must become poets of our own lives; after reading the narrative, we must become the narrators of our own stories.

Absorbing literature is not a passive activity in which the reader mentally consumes a series of linguistic units. Rather, “reading is a creative act…without this process of interpretation, we cannot know ourselves. ”[59] In other words: reading cannot just be filling the mind with information. If a book is to change a person in any meaningful way, the individual must be prompted to respond to the text. The reader must be like a painter inspired by blank canvas—creating through reading, using the printed words as a jumping off point to generate their own ideas. The book functions as a prop for further imagination and action rather than as a script for belief and behavior.

For Kierkegaard, the ethic of a piece of narrative literature is not explicitly given, but is rather “reached by the reader in response to the aporia that the tragedy creates.”[60] The fiction is “thereby provoking a self-defining choice.”[61] In line with the aporetic method, Kierkegaard wrote that the purpose of his work was not to “compel a person to an opinion, a conviction, a belief,” but to “compel him to be aware.”[62] Kierkegaard’s method “favors dialogic contemplation of significant questions over the systematic, discursive presentation of conceptual truths.”[63] Through his varying, self-contradicting, difficult-to-decipher pseudonyms and his aporia-promoting textual maneuvers, Kierkegaard ensured that his work required active interpretation rather than passive receptiveness.

As humans we are tossed into the desert of the world. In this wilderness, some hunt for an oasis, a wellspring of meaning, something that will define who they are for them; this is an inauthentic pursuit. The authentic approach is to build upon the desolation our own building, to dig our own oasis, to stop the mindless searching and construct ourselves wherever we are standing. From Nietzsche’s perspective, “honest exploration of an individual’s inner life and sensibility was more valuable than the objective presentations of impersonal knowledge and wisdom passed on through the ages.”[64] The role of aporetic literature is not to promote acceptance of true facts, as we cannot systematically understand our situation amidst the ambiguous complexity of existence. Rather, for Nietzsche, the true function of this form of art is to “leads us, despite the impossibility of knowledge, toward a valid intimation of what we truly are.”[65] The fundamental ground or metaphysical reality will always elude us. But we can become more authentic human beings.

person walking in the desert

Conclusion

Socrates calls aporia the “torpedo.” It slams into the mind, dazzling its abilities to comprehend, causing us to forget the convenient structures and systems that hoodwink us into believing we understand existence. In this paper I argue that one purpose of literature is to barrage the mind with flurries of these aporetic torpedoes. The staggering uncertainty these aporias create enables us to truly explore. Through epistemic humility, an increase in openness, and a widening of our imaginative scope, literature broadens our perspective, causing us to recognize that the map is not the territory—the systems we build to understand existence are always wrong. After inspiriting our recognition of this radical uncertainty, literature can prompt its readers to make the existential choices necessary to become authentic.

The complexity and even indecipherability of aporetic literature is a feature and not a bug. Instead of rejecting the complexities, nuances, and idiosyncrasies of literary expression, we should embrace them as essential methods literature uses helps us understand. After all, if an aspect of existence appears easily decipherable, then we are likely missing something. Many things are simple on the surface. But almost no experience or concept is simple once its superficial cardboard packaging is unwrapped. Literature encourages this unwrapping through intricate metaphors, narratives, and stylistic structures that prompt aporia. It reminds us, in Pope’s terms, to keep drinking from the fount of all wisdom, rather than resting in the comfort of a small sips:

A little learning is a dangerous thing;
drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
there shallow draughts intoxicate the brain,
and drinking largely sobers us again…
While from the bounded level of our mind
Short views we take, nor see the lengths behind;
But more advanc’d, behold with strange surprise
New distant scenes of endless science rise![66]

Essay on Criticism, Alexander Pope
snow-covered mountains

Through the complexity of literature, we can open the floodgates to seeing far beyond our own position. Rather than taking the limits of our own imaginations for the limits of the world, we can develop a variety of kaleidoscopic lenses that provide new insights into this enigmatic existence. Furthermore, the questioning prompted by aporia is valuable in of itself:

“But to stand in the midst of this rerum concordia discors [discordant unity of things] and of this whole marvelous uncertainty and rich ambiguity of existence without questioning, without trembling with the craving and the rapture of such questioning, … [is] contemptible…This is my type of injustice.”[67]

Friedrich Nietzsche

Here, Nietzsche paints the recognition of the immense complexity and contradiction of reality (the discordant unity), and our subsequent response to this aporia, as an intrinsic value. To stare into the “marvelous uncertainty” and dive into the abyss to seek an answer is not some means to an end but an activity that is its own justification.

To summarize, aporetic fiction reveals an irresolvable puzzle. The reader is left at a loss, which his leads to a recognition of ignorance. This recognition fosters a creative space for exploring new ways-of-viewing, lenses, or possibilities. The reader is then prompted to move forward to acquire knowledge to fill in the gaps, develop skills and epistemic virtues, or to create their own authentic identity and make existential choices. Ultimately it becomes clear that aporetic literature can lead us to certain forms of learning. Even after the literature is returned to the shelf, its ideas linger beyond the pages, and the reader is left with interpretations to construct, decisions to make, conclusions to reach, and actions to take.

Appendix

A. The aporetic position on moral persuasion

My position is beyond and distinct from the established views in the philosophy of imagination: optimism, fidelity, clarificationism, enhancement, and the deflationary position.[68] Alternatively, under Noël Carroll’s outline of the three broad approaches to the puzzle of moral persuasion,[69] the aporetic approach constitutes a 4th approach, distinct from the knowledge (the arts improve our knowledge of moral truths), acquaintance (arts acquaint us with novel perspectives), and the cultivation (arts refine our existing moral positions and skills) approaches. The aporetic approach is somewhat similar to acquaintance, but it has some distinguishing features discussed in this paper.

B. Plato, art, tragedy, and literature

Example of contradiction in Plato: in the Gorgias, Socrates tells Polus that he is not a politician: “I’m not one of the politicians. Last year I was elected to the Council by lot, and when our tribe was presiding and I had to call for a vote, I came in for a laugh. I did not know how to do it” (473e- 474a). However, later in the same dialogue, Socrates contradicts this assertion: “I believe that I’m one of the few Athenians…to take up the true political craft and practice true politics. This is because the speeches I make on each occasion do not aim at gratification, but at what’s best” (521d-e). Through imagining possibilities that contradict the reader’s everyday frameworks, authors expose the limitations and implications of the maxims the reader lives by.

However, I seek to move beyond Plato. As Nietzsche describes in the Birth of Tragedy, Plato, after all, criticized tragic art because it did not “tell the truth” and failed to morally persuade: “Plato, he reckoned it among the seductive arts which only represent the agreeable, not the useful, and hence he required of his disciples abstinence and strict separation from such unphilosophical allurements; with such success that the youthful tragic poet Plato first of all burned his poems to be able to become a scholar of Socrates.”[70] This is in itself a tragedy and discounts the power of poetry. However, Nietzsche recognizes that “though there can be no doubt whatever that the most immediate effect of the Socratic impulse tended to the dissolution of Dionysian tragedy, yet a profound experience of Socrates’ own life compels us to ask whether there is necessarily only an antipodal relation between Socratism and art, and whether the birth of an “artistic Socrates” is in general something contradictory in itself.”[71]

C. Fiction and Empathy

Multiple studies and replications have found that, even after accounting for other variables, fiction exposure predicts performance on empathy tasks.[72] As empathy is a “multi-level construct extending from simple forms of emotion contagion to complex forms of cognitive perspective taking,” different types of literature may promote different forms of empathy.[73] Some fictions activate the frontal lobe areas that are associated with theory of mind and conceptual understanding of others, while some fictions activate the fundamental limbic structures that are associated with the visceral experience of compassion or feeling-with the other.

Currie also claims that “fiction’s supposed capacity to enlarge empathy would be a good thing only if it led to prosocial behavior,” which disregards the possibility that empathy is intrinsically valuable to the individual. We often treat empathy as valuable in of itself – if someone empathizes with us, we express appreciation or gratitude, and if they fail to empathize, we express critique or negative judgement. We judge them not for specific behaviors, but for their expression of empathy (often through words). Of course, language is a behavior, but in this essay Currie does not consider the possibility that empathy produced by engagement with fiction can promote more empathetic language—which seems to be one of our primary metrics of someone’s empathy.

However, empathy might be of intrinsic value from a first-person perspective. I place intrinsic value on having more empathy for others because (a) it allows me to understand them more fully, (b) it somewhat bridges the abyss between subject and Other. These are non-behavioral benefits. Currie’s focus on behavior seems somewhat myopic.

Currie may respond that empathy is valuable because it causes people to act with consideration of others. We like when others ‘hear us out’ with empathy because it shows concern or other attached values like caring or understanding. This is a practical concern— I want you to understand me or accept me. The possibilities raised above are all still prosocial behaviors that benefit the other, oneself, and society.

D. Examples of Aporetic Works

Crime and Punishment “narrates the mental agony and moral dilemmas of Rodion Raskolnikov.”[74] In a conversation with Dunya, Raskolnikov describes his dilemma: “you come to a certain limit and if you do not overstep it, you will be unhappy, but if you do overstep it, perhaps you will be even more unhappy.” In this work, Dostoevsky recognizes that his character “give rise to unresolved conflicts, that there is no higher harmony into which they are subsumed.”[75] E.g. Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment describes his understanding of his murder in this passage:

“But how did I murder her? Is that how men do murders? Do men go to commit a murder as I went then? I will tell you some day how I went! Did I murder the old woman? I murdered myself, not her! I crushed myself once for all, for ever.… But it was the devil that killed that old woman, not I. Enough, enough, Sonia, enough! Let me be!”[76]

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoevsky

While it may be true that Dostoevsky is not painting an accurate picture of human psychology here, we still learn from this passage. We learn that one who murders might potentially feel as if they murdered themselves – even if this is not how most or even any humans do feel in actuality. We gain another potential scenario. One could object that perhaps this is not even a potential way a human might feel. However, we still learn even in that case – we learn about the limits of the human psyche, the ways in which we are emotionally or psychologically constrained, and we gain an imagined possibility of what it might be like if we were not so constrained. This also guides our emotional responses to scenarios. Furthermore, we understand the perspective of Raskolnikov, and what led him to murder: “When the reader comes to feel understanding regarding a characters wrongdoing, she is also forced into a realization that her immediate affective response to the wrongdoing…is morally arrogant. The effect is humbling.”[77]

Books like Ulysses are “difficult and resistant to comprehension,” as the “puckish, rebellious” Joyce creates complexities to “push to the limits—and beyond—the brain’s powers of integration.”[78]

E. Critique of Currie’s View of Fiction

This paper partially constitutes a critique of Currie’s view of fiction as “Cracks in the Glass” and “Imagination and Learning,” where he argues for a somewhat deflationary position on learning from literature. In his view, fiction is at least as likely to “generate an illusion of learning” and “spread ignorance and error” as it is to improve.[79] Currie views “great literature as epistemic traps rather than fonts of learning.”[80] I agree with Currie that literature is not necessarily effective at encouraging understanding of or behavioral adherence to any particular moral or epistemic framework. However, for aporetic literature, this is not a flaw, but a feature. Literature that leans in the aporia-generating direction creates learning by disrupting the reader’s equanimity, challenging their status quo, and encouraging doubt about their current beliefs and behaviors. Increasing uncertainty is a benefit of literature and even the source of our learning.

Currie’s exposition on the cognitive biases ingrained in literature is insightful, and it is true that our interpretation of literature is tainted by these biases. But I argue that literature itself is a method of revealing these cognitive biases and allowing us to understand the flaws of our own perspective. It does this by exposing logical inconsistences, revealing the limits of our perspective and our imaginative horizons, and creating narrative distance that bypasses the mechanisms which normally protect our established beliefs from cognitive dissonance. By creating narrative distance, literature overcomes the provincial biases of our limited imaginations. Narrative distance is the “the cognitive or emotional space afforded by indirect communication that invites listeners to make sense of content.”[81] in fiction, the reader is given room to reflect, accept, reject, and decide. In contrast, lectures, nonfiction, other direct forms of communication strike straight at the reader’s mind, and “the poor listener, denied any room to say No is thereby denied the room to say Yes.”[82] Aporetic literature does not provoke as much defensiveness because its content is not a straightforward assault on the reader, but guides readers into an aporia where they can set their prejudices aside. The strategic construction of distance in literature can have transformative effects where direct communication would only reinforce biases.

Through complex language and nuanced narrative that distances the reader from their normal habits of thought, aporetic literature can instigate profound insights and create transformative experiences. The paragons of the aporetic genre embed enough ambiguity in their stories to force the reader herself to make sense of the story; the burden of deciding the meaning of the text is placed on the reader, not the writer. As the text does not rigorously delineate concepts, it gives the reader almost nothing to work with, and thus the reader is forced to give to this “airy nothing a local habitation and a name; such tricks hath strong imagination.”[83] As the reader is required to actively engage with the text in this way, aporetic literature makes the reader more likely to reflect and makes her more open to making personal changes.

Even if the reader doesn’t want to learn anything, literature massages the mind, slowly easing the reader into an alternative world. Just as a frog is best boiled slowly rather than tossed straight into sizzling broth, massaging the brain rather than confronting it directly is the best way to overcome cognitive biases. In fact, research in cognitive science suggests that fiction prompts a “less critical approach to the material,” and readers “relax their critical and evaluative standards when transported into a story.”[84] Reading fiction has its greatest impact when the reader approaches the text experientially rather than rationally, critically, or with the purpose of extracting information.[85] As Currie argues, fiction’s power may activate cognitive biases, and it may lead to false beliefs. However, it also has the benefit of creating narrative distance, in which the reader can escape their limited perspective and explore seeing the world through a different lens, a different set of cognitive biases.

Ultimately, I find Currie’s view to be a solid starting point, but it is sabotaged by a set of enthymematic assumptions. Specially, it seems that at least in these two papers, he presumes that (a) literature of all genres functions in essentially the same way, (b) that the reader subscribes to some form of realism in which they are seeking to acquire morally or epistemically true beliefs from the literature, (c) that learning is essentially the accumulation of knowledge and skills. Once these presumptions are revealed and refuted, it becomes clear that aporetic literature can produce learning.

G. An Objection to My View of Learning

In this view, can learning ever be wrong? If someone’s paradigm shift or experience of aporia leads them to a “wrong” answer, is that learning? If learning is solely subjective knowing, would it constitute learning if they learn wrong things – e.g. after reading Crucible, I think it’s fine to throw friends under bus for my own sake. Or after reading Curious George I think monkeys are better at city life than most people. Would this be learning under the aporetic model?

First, the concept of a “wrong answer” does not apply to self-learning. I cannot be ‘wrong’ about my own views in a straightforward sense. Rather, I can have an insufficient understanding of myself, I can fail to develop a perspective on a particular topic, I can misunderstand my actual motivations and desires, I can develop an inauthentic identity, or I can behave in ways that contradict my second-order desires and larger goals. However, it is incoherent to say that I am “wrong” in the sense that I fail to correspond to some objective, correct, or right version of myself. This self does not exist, or if it does, I do not have access to it or it exists only in my imagination. Furthermore, as Sartre describes, as a subject with existential freedom, I am constantly aware that all of the standards I create to evaluate myself are in fact created by myself. If I use standards created by others, I choose to use them; others can coerce or incentivize me to use particular standards, but they cannot force me to evaluate my own thoughts and behaviors in any way. Whether or not one has “learned” about oneself can only be judged by oneself. This makes it more difficult to determine whether one has learned, but as Kierkegaard says, the purpose is to create difficulties everywhere.

The author could intend a specific perspective in their work and may seek to promote a specific moral framework or worldview. They may have structured the plot and characters in order to support this worldview. Therefore, it may not be the author’s intent to promote aporia, but my argument is that this is the effect of a specific kind of literature—aporetic literature. The purpose of aporetic literature is to get audience members to think about the issue and implicitly lead them to these questioning states.

H. Further Unanswered Questions

  • How does learning occur in aporetic literature? What is the mechanism or process?
    • Does there have to be intent behind it?
    • Is the aporetic view just one extra step to the intended answer?
  • What causes failure to learn? Is it the fault of the subject? How could it be at fault, since we are defining learning based off of the subject?
  • Does learning from aporetic literature just have the requirement of entering the aporetic state? Or is there something after the aporia that the reader must pursue?
    • Is aporia intrinsically valuable or only valuable for secondary purposes?
  • Is aporetic learning defined by introspection? What is the cognitive model of aporia?

I. Text-based literature vs images

Furthermore, textual, narrative fiction of my paradigmatic kind has unique advantages over other forms of art in moral persuasion. Literature cannot literally represent the world. It can only paint images and ideas in the imagination. Fiction gestures at a world beyond the reality we perceive, creating a sense of transcendence and encouraging readers to question their immanent surroundings. Fiction also can generate a contradiction between (a) my immanent reality and my physical perceptions and (b) my sense of transcendence and imaginative view of a world beyond my own perspective. This contradiction generates aporia, and it makes me more likely to accept the possibility that my perspective is limited and perhaps there is something beyond.

As morality is not a landscape or object we perceive in occurrent reality, it is in a sense imaginary. Text encourages imagination and thus allows readers to more easily conceptualize a “realm of morals” or a moral law that exists in a transcendent sense. On the other hand, representational image-based art (e.g. photography, non-animated film, animations that track reality) generally encourage us to take reality as a given and to reject the transcendent. Thus, images are not as effective as text-based narratives in moral persuasion or in moral learning, as they do not activate the imagination. Narrative fiction is consumed through imagination, visual art and images are consumed through perception.

The media theorist Vilém Flusser argued that visual media presents the world ‘as it is,’ when inevitably these visual mediums are representations of the artist’s view: “Flusser classifies the different media in three categories: traditional images, texts and technical images. Each of these media are created by man as an explanation of the world in order to facilitate his orientation in this world. Yet, each medium is possessed by the same sly dialectics: instead of representing the world, media present the world as it is perceived by them…instead of representing the world, they [the images] obscure it until human beings finally become a function of the images they create.”[86] Images mediate between the world and human beings, and “therefore images are needed to make [the world] comprehensible.”[87] Aporetic texts do not claim to make the world comprehensible; they rather reveal the incomprehensibility of the world.

J. Other Notes

Heidegger might say that through literature we are temporarily freed from our own Das Man and we can imagine another Das Man, allowing us to glimpse another meaning-structure and another world of possibility.

What makes Socrates a radically effective mentor of philosophy is also precisely what makes him an “abject failure” by modern standards, with their emphasis on “formalizable, repeatable data points representing operational knowledge, skill sets, and material mastery.”[88]

Aporetic literature is in line with Nietzsche’s conception of imagination as Urvermögen menschlicher Phantasie [‘the primal faculty of human fantasy’], through which we spontaneously try and express the way we perceive the world, making each individual into an “artistically creating subject.”[89]

Kierkegaard did not seek to lead his reader to any specific judgement, for after all, “what he judges is not in my power.”[90] Ultimately, “Any attempt on Kierkegaard’s part to control or make decisions for the reader would invalidate his entire authorship. Rather, his task is simply presenting his metaphors before withdrawing from the reader to allow the reader to accept or reject the message of the metaphor.”[91] As he asks in his journals ‘Have I the right to use my art in order to win over a person, is it not still a mode of deception? … When he sees me moved, inspired, etc., he accepts my view, consequently for a reason entirely different than mine, and an unsound reason.”[92]

Through his complex, layered, aporia-promoting textual maneuvers Kierkegaard expressed his ideas while “retaining an ironic distance from the explicitly stated views.”[93] The lack of direct communication of information in aporetic literature does not originate in a paucity of information to communicate. As Kierkegaard writes, in most communication, “there is no lack of information…something else is lacking, and this is a something which the one cannot directly communicate to the other.”[94] Narrative fiction is the way of communicating the incommunicable. Rather, it does not directly communicate them, but prompts readers to discover these ineffable things for themselves. In other words, “the world grows stranger as we stare / with vortices of maddening change / How understand what we unbare / as through the ragged scene we range? … the gap is widening betwixt / reality and the minds of men.”[95]

In fact, “the ability of uniting opposing qualities into distinctive, socially powerful and coherent patterns, shapes and forms is the hallmark of any creative society.”[96]

As Sartre argues, our “emotional reactions to the irreal are freer because they are not confronted with the same constraints and resistances we encounter in reality.”[97]

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Calm and the Cataract: Zen and The Antichrist

This paper seeks to explore points of resonance between Nietzsche and Thich Nath Hanh. At first glance, these two thinkers seem entirely diametrical. One is a German philosopher echoed in electric phrases like “God is dead” and “what does not kill me makes me stronger.” As a young reader described, “he might have been the Devil, but he had better lines than God” (Kamiya). The other is the founder of the Plum Village school of Mahayana Buddhism, known as a constant voice for peace and a teacher of the essential arts of sitting, eating, relaxing, and breathing. Hanh encourages us to immerse ourselves in the simple beauty of the present moment and absorb the “lessons we can learn from the cloud, the water, the wave, the leaf” (42). In contrast, Nietzsche urges us to surpass all small things and seek our own apotheosis, for “man is something that must be overcome” (Zarathustra, 125). One is an unrelenting, intoxicating rush of declarations, the evisceration of all things approved by the consensus of religious and societal authority. The other is a patient and tranquil stream of ever-reassuring ideas for the aspiring Buddhist. They seem almost irreconcilable.

lightning above ocean during night time

However, further reflection reveals that these two are only as separate as the raging waterfall and the reflective pond. The pond descends into waterfalls and waterfalls feed the pond. Any river carving through tumultuous territory will have points of rapid descent and stretches of calmness. And existence is certainly a tumultuous territory. As Hanh writes, “understanding is like water flowing in a stream” (21). Sometimes the stream rushes and sometimes it settles. Without the blitzing onslaughts of water, sediments would stagnate into a complacency that could never transform landscapes. And without the stillness of the pond, sediments would flurry forever without ever finding rest or becoming fruitful soil.

In the same way, the ideas of Nietzsche and Hanh have an almost symbiotic relationship: we can better understand both by listening to the dialogue between them. Their commonalities include the insight that our experience of reality is illusory and empty, the recognition that life consists of suffering, and a unique synergy between Nietzschean eternal recurrence and Hanh’s concept of interbeing. However, the two have fundamental disagreements on the appropriate response to the suffering and illusions embedded in existence.

Nietzsche on Buddhism

Nietzsche inherited most of his understanding of Buddhism from Schopenhauer, who considered his own philosophy a European relative of Buddhism: “up till 1818, when my work appeared, there was to be found in Europe only a very few accounts of Buddhism” (17). As one of his students and early disciples, Nietzsche “was predisposed to react to Buddhism in terms of his close reading of Schopenhauer” (Elman). Many Buddhists have disputed Schopenhauer’s comprehension of their religion. It is enough to say Nietzsche’s knowledge of Buddhism is nowhere near complete: it came secondhand from a Western philosopher whose own understanding is questionable. But there is also evidence that Nietzsche scoured the sparse texts he had available, especially the ancient Sanskrit Upanishads, and he referenced complex Buddhist topics with some awareness of the nuance involved (Bilimoria, 363). Ultimately my aim is not to trace the genealogy of Buddhist ideas into Nietzsche’s mind. Instead, I will show that these two ways of thinking have converged on a few key areas without delving into the origins of this convergence.

white wall with text

Emptiness

Nietzsche and Buddha both see the transient, illusory, and contingent nature of our experience. Our lives are composed of a dynamic stream of phenomena that lacks any objective basis. Underneath our perceptions there lies only what the Buddhist philosopher Nāgārjuna called Śūnyatā (emptiness) and what Nietzsche called Abgrund (abyss), a void beyond all human categories and abstractions (Moad). (Nāgārjuna had a fascinating conception of emptiness & nothing that I can’t delve into further here. I highly recommend this essay on Nagarjuna, Nietzsche, and the Strange Looping Trick to learn more.) As Hanh wrote, “emptiness is the ground of everything … This is the true meaning of emptiness. Form does not have a separate existence” (17). Hanh means that all things are “empty of a separate self,” as nothing has an essential core, fundamental reality, or absolute being. Our perceptions are just a migrating flock of fleeting dreams, conceptual constructs, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. Nietzsche writes to the same effect:

Truth is mobile army of metaphors, metonyms, and anthropomorphisms—in short, a sum of human relations which have been enhanced, transposed, and embellished poetically and rhetorically, and which after long use seem firm, canonical, and obligatory to a people: truths are illusions we have forgotten are illusions; metaphors which are worn out and without sensuous power; coins which have lost their pictures and now matter only as metal, no longer as coins. (On Truth and Lie in an Extra-Moral Sense)

time lapse photography of body of water

Both authors agree that living experience consists of “hanging in dreams.” We are flung into an empty world, and to provide meaning, we hang amongst a series of dreams. Most humans end up immersing themselves in concepts and frameworks that obscure the emptiness. Hanh and Nietzsche encourage us to dive into the abyss.

Throughout their works, both authors urge the reader to avoid self-deception: “We should not imprison ourselves in concepts” (Hanh, 34). Over a lifetime, we are inculcated into this “habit of believing this to be true or false, of asserting or denying” (Will to Power, 524). One of the symptoms of the self-deceiving habit is the obsession with the self, and the division between the subject and the external world. Here Nietzsche agrees with the fundamental Buddhist doctrine of anatman (lack of self). He writes against the concept of a transcendental ego: “the ‘subject’ is not something given, it is something added and invented and projected behind what there is” (Will to Power, 481). Surpassing concepts allows us to see the emptiness that permeates life.

Buddhism encourages mindfulness, allowing consciousness to be simply present without engaging in the turbulent label-sticking and concept-making process. The two traditions enrich each other: one may practice meditation as a reliable path into the void while using Nietzsche’s writings as powerful underpinnings for the critical Buddhist concept of emptiness.

Suffering

Furthermore, the first noble truth – that life is suffering – resounds with both Nietzsche and Hanh. Both recognized that suffering is a fundamental feature of human life. And both proposed a similar response: “Don’t throw away your suffering. Touch your suffering. Face it directly, and your joy will become deeper” (Hanh). Nietzsche appreciated that the Buddha did not try to give suffering some artificial moral origin:

“Buddhism, I repeat, is a hundred times more austere, more honest, more objective. It no longer has to justify its pains, its susceptibility to suffering, by interpreting these things in terms of sin—it simply says, as it simply thinks, ‘I suffer’”

Nietzsche, The Antichrist, 23

The Buddha did not try to attach to suffering a glorious and anesthetic story, to affix melodic bells and jangles that might alleviate the pain. For example, the Buddha did not claim that suffering was a consequence of the first sin and the subsequent fall from grace. Instead the Buddha simply described the suffering.

Nietzsche and Buddha both refuse to accept the opulent walled garden of paradise. They venture out to understand suffering, to describe it with honesty and courage, and then to respond to it. Of course, their shared courses eventually diverge, as Buddha sets out upon the Eightfold Path and Nietzsche trailblazes his life-affirming philosophy. But they both begin with the same foundation: the integrity of honestly describing the suffering inherent to the human condition.

green grass field

Interbeing

Finally, the two agree on interbeing. Hanh begins his discussion of interbeing with this simple declaration: “If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper” (3). The paper is composed of tree pulp, trees arise from a complex interplay of water and carbon, and this cycle relies upon rain from the clouds. The clouds, the tree bark, the rays of the sun, the nutrients that fed the tree, even the axe used to cut the trees – these are all ghosts that metaphorically and literally reside within the paper. As Hanh wrote, “this sheet of paper is, because everything else is…as thin as this sheet of paper is, it contains everything in the universe in it” (4).

The ever-poetic Nietzsche saw this interbeing as well. He wrote constant praise of the person “whose soul is so overfull that he forgets himself, and all things are in him” (Zarathustra, 16). The Buddhist ideal of the bodhisattva and the Nietzschean ideal of the Übermensch both witness the interbeing of all things and forget the self. Furthermore, Nietzsche mirrored Hanh’s description of interbeing:

“Observe,” continued I, “This Moment! From the gateway, This Moment, there runs a long eternal lane backwards: behind us lies an eternity. Must not whatever can run its course of all things, have already run along that lane? Must not whatever can happen of all things have already happened, resulted, and gone by? …. And are not all things closely bound together in such wise that This Moment draws all coming things after it?” (Zarathustra, 126).

Concentric circles created by stars moving through the night sky over a silhouetted rock face

And this idea is not isolated in Nietzsche’s thought, but reinforced throughout the ouvre. Zarathustra later repeated the sentiment that all things inter-are:

Everything breaks, everything is integrated anew; eternally builds itself the same house of existence. All things separate, all things again greet one another; eternally true to itself remains the ring of existence.”

Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra, 171

One could be forgiven for assuming that these words were written by a Zen monk.

Interbeing tells us that the separateness of each component of the universe is only a superficial judgement – a product of our habitual categorization. When we look deeper, beyond good and evil, we see that all things inter-are: they all rely upon one another for their existence and are built from one another. Science makes this interbeing more literal and visible: our bodies are made from the remnants of star corpses. Our cars run on compressed dinosaur bones. The water we drink has circled the world countless times, taking up residence in dinosaurs, trees, humans, mushrooms, clouds, pipes, rivers, and every other place we can imagine.

time lapse photography of waterfall

But Nietzsche takes interbeing one step further, beyond description and into the realm of values. For each “individual” thing is connected to all other things, and the entire universe combines into each moment, then when you say yes to one moment you say yes to all moments. If “all things are chained and entwined together,”[1] then we affirm the entire chain when we affirm a single link; we affirm even the process that forged the chain. When a climber reaches a summit and is overwhelmed by sublime beauty and joy, she affirms not only that moment, but everything else inextricably connected to it: epochs of geology that molded the mountain, the childhood that shaped her personhood and led her to climb, the trillions of organisms that lived, suffered, died, and eventually decomposed into the soil she walked upon. From Hanh’s premise of interbeing, Nietzsche develops eternal recurrence: when we fully embrace a single moment, we embrace all eternity, and everything contained in it.

Disagreements

Ultimately this sweet resonance between the philosopher and the monk cannot last. Nietzsche decides that the fundamental disagreements are too much to bear, declaring that “I could become the Buddha of Europe, though frankly I would be the antipode of the Indian Buddha” (Panaïoti). While he agrees that our experiences are just illusory projections of the mind, Nietzsche disagrees on the response to this emptiness. The Buddha offers a path to enlightenment, a state of awareness that transcends the void:

“the state where creations (phenomenal illusions) cease to arise through their understanding of extinction and creation. All, now having their mind silenced, awakened to the wisdom-sea of prajna on the nature of the void (as it is within the silent void that the inherent Self-Wisdom manifests).” (Vajrasamadhi Sutra)

Nietzsche seeks no such transcendence. Instead, he proposes immanence, the affirmation of the illusory and the void: his philosophy is “inverted Platonism: the further it is from actual reality, the purer, more beautiful, and better it becomes. Living in illusion as the ideal” (Conway, 404). We can see the pinnacles of this life-embracing immanence in myth, metaphor, and the artistic play of the creative. This illusion should be conscious, beautiful, and intentional, a myth that wraps every piece of existence into its narrative and does not negate even the tiniest fragment. Art, for example, is the cult of the beautiful illusion that allows us to endure the “the insight into the general untruth and falsity of things now given us by science” (Gay Science, 107). On this point Hanh and Nietzsche are far from the same page. Nietzsche has wandered away from Buddhist meditative clarity and into the ecstatic illusion.

woman sitting on shore

On suffering, as well, the two start to diverge at the same crossroads, between transcendence (moving beyond suffering) and immanence (embracing suffering). Buddhism encourages us to surpass our desires to move beyond dukkha, as the third noble truth is the “cessation of suffering: it is the remainderless fading away and cessation of that same craving, the giving up and relinquishing of it, freedom from it, non-reliance on it” (Laumakis, 48). On the other hand, Nietzsche encourages us to affirm all aspects of the human condition, including and especially suffering. He issues an injunction that seems to be aimed directly at Siddhartha Guatama:

“Let us beware of waking the dead and disturbing these living coffins! They encounter a sick man or an old man or a corpse and immediately they say, ‘Life is refuted.’ But only they themselves are refuted, and their eyes, which see only this one face of existence” (Thus Spake Zarathustra, 1).

While Nietzsche loves Buddhism for treating suffering with honest rather than moralizing tendencies, he argues that the Buddha did not go far enough. We should not just observe the monster of suffering but embrace it: we should face the “great challenge of looking at this monstrous world with an unswerving gaze and declaring it ‘beautifulrather than ‘evil’” (Loy, 37). This is the concept of amor fati: love of one’s fate, despite its tragedies.

Nietzsche condemns Buddhism as merely the “consolation of weary spirits longing for a dreamless sleep” (in nirvana) rather than a courageous re-affirmation of existence. When we disengage from our cravings, he argues, we disengage from life itself. He encourages us to become more attached to reality, condemning detachment as life-negating and vitality-draining. Instead of escaping suffering we should double down on it.

topless man covered face with white bandage

However, many thinkers argue that Nietzsche misunderstands Buddhism (Loy; Moad; Hongladarom; Bilimoria). First, dukkha does not just mean the experience of suffering, but the existential incompleteness and anguish that come from spiritual ignorance. From a Nietzschean perspective, this incompleteness might be interpreted the inability or unwillingness to embrace suffering, and Buddhism could be re-evaluated as a method of embracing suffering. This seems to reconcile the two views. Second, Buddhism does not promote inaction or detachment in response to suffering – after all, the Buddha continued teaching and living an active life for 45 years after enlightenment. His life of teaching, giving, and serving was not an attempt to fulfill an obligation, but a set of actions naturally done by an enlightened Buddhist who is overflowing into the world (Moad). In the same way, Nietzsche advocates overflowing rather than ethics: “senselessness and ugliness seem as it were licensed, in consequence of the overflowing plenitude of procreative, fructifying power, which can convert every desert into a luxuriant orchard” (The Gay Science, 370). This reconciliation seems incomplete, but perhaps it shows that Nietzsche cannot entirely repudiate Buddhism while remaining internally consistent.

aerial view of trees and buildings during daytime

Through the dialectic between the philosopher and the Zen monk we can improve our understanding of both thinkers. The simple focus of Hanh’s writings offers a clear lens through which to view the dense, stylistic, and polemical prose of Nietzsche. Both thinkers are seeking a vision of great health that allows one to deal with the emptiness and suffering of existence, although they have substantial disagreements about the path to this ideal state. While they may not be two branches of the same tree, they are certainly trees growing towards the same sun – philosophies with common goals and roots. Both are seeking an outlook that leads to the “most profound enjoyment of the moment” (The Gay Science, 302). This dialogue between Nietzsche and Hanh allows us to explore the conceptual landscape between the two without losing sight of nuance. Both the crashing cataract and the serene estuary are necessary for the river to traverse a complex topography.

Works Cited

Vajrasamadhi Sutra (The Diamond-Absorption Sutra). Trans. into Chinese by Anonym, Northern Liang Dynasty, China; into English by Robert E. Buswell. 4 Jun 2019. <http://www.buddhasutra.com/files/vajrasamadhi_sutra.htm>

Graham, Parkes. Nietzsche and Early Buddhism. Philosophy East and West. Vol. 50, no. 2, 2000, pp. 254–267. Print.

Elman, Benjamin A. Nietzsche and Buddhism. Journal of the History of Ideas, Vol. 44, No. 4. (Oct. – Dec., 1983), pp. 671-686. Print.

Hanh, Thich Nhất. The Heart of Understanding: Commentaries on the Prajñaparamita Heart Sutra. Berkeley, California: Parallax Press, 1998. Print.

Hạnh, Thich Nhất. The Heart of the Buddha’s Teaching: Transforming Suffering into Peace, Joy & Liberation: The Four Noble Truths, the Noble Eightfold Path, and Other Basic Buddhist Teachings. New York: Broadway Books, 1999. Print.

Loy, David. Beyond good and evil? A Buddhist critique of Nietzsche. Asian Philosophy Vol. 6, No. 1, March 1996. Print. Pg. 37-58.

Kamiya, Gary. “Bookend; Falling Out with Superman.” The New York Times. 23 Jan 2000. Web. Accessed 2 Jun 2019.

Laumakis, Stephen J. An Introduction to Buddhist Philosophy. Cambridge University Press, Feb 21, 2008. Print.

Moad, Omar. Dukkha, Inaction, and Nirvana: Suffering, Weariness, and Death? A look at Nietzsche’s Criticisms of Buddhist Philosophy. The Philosopher, Volume LXXXXII, No. 1. Print.

Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm. The Anti-Christ. R. J. Hollingdale (Trans and Ed.) (Harmondsworth: Penguin), No. 20. Print.

Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm. The Gay Science. Trans. Walter Kaufmann. Random House, Vintage Books: New York, Mar 1974. Print.

Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm. Schopenhauer as Educator. Chicago: Regenery, 1965. Print.

Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm. Thus Spake Zarathustra. Chicago: Regenery, 1965. Print.

Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm, and Taylor Carman. On Truth and Untruth: Selected Writings. Harper Perennial, 2010. Print.

Panaïoti, Antoine. Nietzsche and Buddhist Philosophy. Cambridge University Press, 2014. Print.

Hongladarom, S. (2011). The Overman and the Arahant : Models of Human Perfection in Nietzsche and Buddhism. Asian Philosophy, 21(1), 53–69.

Bilimoria, P. (2008). Nietzsche as “Europe’s Buddha” and “Asia’s superman.” Sophia, 47(3), 359–376. Print.

  1. Thus Spake Zarathustra, pg. 333: “Did you ever say Yes to one joy? O my friends, then you said Yes to all woe as well. All things are chained and entwined together, all things are in love; If you ever wanted one moment twice, if you ever said: ‘You please me, happiness, instant, moment!’ then you wanted everything to return.”
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Sounds of Silence

“Miracles are explainable; it is the explanations that are miraculous.”

— Tim Robinson

Ineffable: a word for the unexplainable sacred, the glorious unspeakable, the venerated bits of life we cannot vocalize. My thesis: all experience is ineffable, and therefore the only honest response to existence is silence. But what kind of silence?

The word ineffable prompts images of burning-bush visions, ayahuasca-spawned dreams, the overwhelming encounter with the Sublime, the Absolute, God, Infinity. This meaning rushes down the calcified canyons of our sandstone sulci and gneissic gyri; a flash flood in our brain’s labyrinth of slot canyons, washing away other possible meanings of the word.

body of water on ridge between two rock formations

Yet all experience is ineffable, not only the transcendent bits. For example, walk down the beverages aisle of a store. You cannot describe the taste of each drink, from orange juice to milk, any more than you can explain the sight of red to a blind person. Your mouth has an arrangement of taste buds no one else possesses, and you have an immense set of unique memories and emotional associations with each taste.[1] Where else have you tasted this flavor? What music was playing? What were you feeling? All these factors and countless more influence taste. For example, many Americans say pumpkin soup tastes like home. A simple broth is wired in the brain to an inexpressible feeling. We have agreed on four letters for this feeling – h o m e – and think we are all speaking of the same thing. Words package experiences the same way containers package tastes. It is important to remember the word is not the experience just as the container is not the taste.

If you are still in the store, look at the packaging. Each branded bottle, from Odwalla to Honest Tea to Coke, contains an indescribable taste. The store is also a package, made of concrete, rebar, and fluorescent lights rather than clear plastic. It is a package for packages. The city wraps the store, the store wraps the fridges, the fridges wrap the containers, and each container wraps a liquid. Words are also just packages upon packages. Like the bottle around the drink, simple onomatopoeias wrap an experience directly: “oof,” “roar,” “agh.” To neologize more, we then wrap these building-block words with drier words, more distant from direct experience. As Nietzsche describes this wrapping process,

“It is this way with all of us concerning language; we believe that we know something about the things themselves when we speak of trees, colors, snow, and flowers; and yet we possess nothing but metaphors for things–metaphors which correspond in no way to the original entities.”[2]

All words are flimsy metaphors, wrapping-paper around incommunicable experiences. Attempting to equate your experience with another after hearing their words is like saying two boxes have identical contents after seeing only their drab cardboard facades. At the apex of the packaging of experience, we reach the wasteful white-speak of academia: demonstration, consultation, nonetheless, domain, intersection, paradigm, ultimately. The same drive that makes us manufacture endless plastic leads us to create ever more words as wrapping. Concision is resistance to word waste as recycling is resistance to plastic waste.

blue labeled plastic bottles

To read is to hear the crinkle of wrapping-paper, to feel the dry cardboard we use to wrap up amorphous existence. How do we force the living substrate of experience into inanimate paper? If experience is ineffable, how do we eff it? This is the miracle of language. With each movement of our mouths we create words from a wordless world as a god creates form from formless void. Barrow begins his work with the simple phrase: “deciding on a book’s beginning is as complex as determining the origins of the universe.” Each moment involves trillions of interacting particles, endless emotions we can’t understand or communicate, and the culmination of millennia of biological, physical, and cultural histories. And even as we try to come up with a word, the moment has already passed: words are reactive and reflective, not simultaneous with experience. Just as a cartographer always maps a territory after exploring it, we always describe our existence after experiencing it. In this sense experience is an ever-moving eel and language is our attempt to pin it down. Yet we can almost instantaneously stick labels to our experiences. How do we apply glue and paper to a nebulous, fleeting eel?

All words are labels on the un-labelable, incomplete metaphors. In this sense, all words are lies. This is the draw to a vow of silence. If the sacred is inexpressible, then attempting to express it is defilement. And if speech is not the defilement of some religious or transcendent concept, then at least it is a betrayal the self, a reckless revealing of the sacred internal:

“Speech…is essentially a public act. It is an act necessarily objective and universal. To speak is to give up one’s individuality in order to reveal oneself in the universals of language. One strips oneself of idiosyncrasies, and ultimately, if set on verbalizing all experience, one strips experience itself of any content…which does not fit the structure of language.”[3]

Monastic silence’s appeal is its protection of the sacred and the understanding that comes with freedom from linguistic structure. Just as some call upon God to fill gaps in our knowledge, some monks might argue God occupies the gaps in our speech. In his book The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise, Cardinal Robert Sarah argues exactly this: “silence is not an absence. On the contrary, it is the manifestation of a presence, the most intense of all presences.”[4] Sociological research into an order of Benedictine nuns who live by the credo “Silence is a beautiful hymn we sing to God” found that their silence reduces “verbal competitiveness (jostling for attention in conversations) and increases sincerity and empathy in their rare conversations.[5] Silence opens up new routes to unspoken communication.

woman standing beside body of calm water

Words are to teeth as silence is to the tongue. When we use words, we are forced to bite down on an idea. Our teeth are tools to cut comestibles up into atoms, break them apart so our saliva can pour into the gaps and begin the analytic chemical dismantling of the object. We crunch the item under the strength of our ivory incisors just as we confine a concept into crisp, monochrome, 12-point words. But we must let some ideas rest on the roof of our mouths, push them with the tongue rather than biting or swallowing. Using the tongue well allows us to explore rather than vanquish. Just as we cannot see the grandeur of the Grand Canyon by breaking it into discrete units of property, drawing lines and ripping it apart in search for extractable resources, we cannot conquer a concept. We must seduce it, and seduction is the art of the tongue. When we use words, we put ourselves in the same hell as Tantalus. His curse was that he needed to eat, to force his mandibles upon nutrients, and never have his hunger sated. Chomping down on ideas will prevent us from reaching filling understanding.

photo of shouting horse under cloudy sky

Poetry and silence allow us to abandon the urge to bite and begin to glory in the mysteries and paradoxes of life. Where the logician tortures herself, the poet revels. It is easy to dismiss myth, story, parable, and poetry as unverifiable rubbish, meaningless language that should not be pursued as its referents cannot be demonstrated. But perhaps these forms of expression are just using the tongue rather than the teeth:

“The fact that religions through the ages have spoken in images, parables, and paradoxes means simply that there are no other ways of grasping the reality to which they refer. But that does not mean that it is not a genuine reality. And splitting this reality into an objective and a subjective side won’t get us very far.”[6]

A monk with a vow of silence does not verbalize her reason for quiet. Doing so would break her vow. Rather, she expresses as the trees: through whispering of aspens, the listening of tranquil oaks, the mosaic of sunlight marbled by the veins of leaves. For her, poetry is not a poem, an iterative list of words. Poetry is a life lived, the ineffable complexity of moment upon moment. As C.S. Lewis writes in Prince Caspian —

“‘Oh, Trees, Trees, Trees,” said Lucy (though she had not been intending to speak at all). ‘Oh, Trees, wake, wake, wake. Don’t you remember it? Don’t you remember me? Dryads and Hamadryads, come to me.’ Though there was not a breath of wind they all stirred about her. The rustling noise of the leaves was almost like words … Lucy felt that at any moment she would begin to understand what the trees were trying to say. But the moment did not come. The rustling died away … Yet Lucy had the feeling (as you sometimes do when you are trying to remember a name or a date and almost get it, but it vanishes before you really do) that she had just missed something.”[7]

bare trees

This is the same feeling we get when we try to grasp Nothing. We immerse ourselves in the concept, and at moments we feel we are onto something. We might think we have the Absolute in our teeth, gripped and white-knuckled. It is pinned down. Nothing named. The ethereal explained. All systems united into a grand Theory of Everything. Then somehow the silence vanishes, and our understanding goes with it.

Silence is not the mere negation of words, not-speaking. Just as there are many tones of voice, there are shades of silence. We can practice dismissive silence, to communicate rejection: the silence of an angry lover, or an academic who does not speak on unverifiable topics he considers unimportant. There is silence as a symbol of apathy, the silence of a bored student. There is the raised-hand silence of the impatient on the edge of speech. There is the silence of staring at the stars, silence as a symbol of deep appreciation of the natural world. We can use silence to communicate confusion, reflection, sleep, hatred, fear, and countless more. Silence, as it often contains more meaningful content, can be louder than speech. And silence is often more difficult than speech. Even when our mouths are not moving, we squish silence in our brains before it can begin to grow, noticing something, anything, and if it is not there — we generate it.

As modern humans and especially as inhabitants of the academic tower, we are trained in symbolic languages. We learn to write code, uncover literary motifs, dissect art, communicate with multiple languages, to create mathematical models to simplify the world and machines to simplify our interactions with it. In other words, we understand the signifiers, but we rarely delve into the signified. Sometimes we forget there is an ineffable reality beyond the symbolic languages we are trained to manipulate. Silence is the escape from this symbolic economy. Silence does not demand using symbols, applying labels, or biting down on ideas.

photo of open book

This essay argues that all experience is ineffable. As ineffable means inexpressible and sacred, using language to convey experience utters the unutterable and violates the sacred. Silence allows us to avoid this violation, and to communicate and listen in ways that are preempted by the spoken and written word.

To conclude? Conclusion is as impossible as beginning.

FOOTNOTES
  1. Harry T. Lawless, Hildegarde Heymann. Sensory Evaluation of Food: Principles and Practices. Springer Science: New York, New York 1999. Print.

  2. Nietzsche, Friedrich Wilhelm, and Taylor Carman. On Truth and Untruth: Selected Writings. Harper Perennial, 2010. Print.

  3. Crumbine, Nancy. On Silence. Humanitas, v.XI, no.2 (l975), 147-165. Print.

  4. Cardinal Robert Sarah, Nicolas Diat. The Power of Silence: Against the Dictatorship of Noise. Libraire Artheme Fayard: Paris, France 2016. Print.

  5. Wichroski, Mary Anne. Breaking Silence: Some Fieldwork Strategies in Cloistered and Non-Cloistered Communities. Qualitative Sociology, Vol. 19, No. 1, 1996. Print.

  6. Bohr, Neils and Maria Popova. “Nobel-Winning Physicist Niels Bohr on Subjective vs. Objective Reality and the Uses of Religion in a Secular World.” BrainPickings.org. N.d. Web. 21 Apr 2019.

  7. Lewis, C. S. (Clive Staples), 1898-1963. Prince Caspian: The Return to Narnia. New York, N.Y.: Collier Books, 19701951. Print.

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Poverty as Wealth

Written for Seminar: Into the Silence w/ Prof Huntington / 5.6.201 

“Poverty is a virtue which one can teach oneself.” — Diogenes of Sinope

Taneda Santōka echoes this sentiment throughout For All My Walking, an unassuming manual for practicing the virtue of poverty. Wandering in ascetic indigence gives Santōka unique insights to expand his understanding of Buddhism. His homelessness allows him to see decadent Japanese society through the eyes of the poverty-stricken. Santōka is therefore part of a tradition of Zen Buddhist thinkers who do not fulfill any orthodox metric of success — stability, academic respect, status, health, long-term relationships, or wealth — but are admired in Japan for their authenticity and wisdom. In this sense, the homeless Santōka is meaningfully employed: he provides essential reflections on the life of a destitute poet.

 

The origins and nature of Santōka’s poverty

Santōka was not born into poverty. His family epitomizes the Japanese aphorism Oya kurō suru, ko raku suru, mago kojiki suru (“The parent works hard, the child takes it easy and the grandchild begs”), as his father inherited and squandered a fortune.[1] His bourgeois childhood is visible in this early poem from 1911: “In a café we debate decadence a summer butterfly flits” (Hiroaki 23). The irony is glaring here: in a café, a symbol of affluence, a group of wealthy students discuss decadence. The season phrase in the haiku, “summer butterfly flits,” is also a symbol of fluttering and trivial leisure. At only 29, Santōka has piercing insights into the contradictions of the class he was born into.

The voice of this carefree Santōka is rarely audible in his later writings. By the years of For All My Walking, he thinks of himself as “nothing but a beggar-monk” (Taneda, 42). Several processes brought Santōka down from the moneyed pinnacles of Japanese society, but there were two key turning points: (a) his mother’s suicide, and (b) the bankruptcy of his father’s sake brewery. The psychological trauma of these events and the loss of his family’s wealth preceded a crushing sequence of tragedies. Over the next five years, Santōka’s brother committed suicide, his grandmother died, he left his family to find work in Tokyo, and then he divorced his wife. Finally, the last living remnant of Santōka’s old life, his father, perished in 1920.

But the trauma did not die. It haunted Santōka for the rest of his life. He was left with at least two psychological ghosts that impeded him from conventional success: first, his near addiction to sake, and second, a severe mood disorder. The ghost of sake is one of the recurring threads in Santōka’s work. As he summarizes his view of the substance For All My Walking,

I like sake so I’m not going to give it up and that’s that—nothing to be done about it. But drinking sake—how much merit do I acquire doing that? If I let sake get the best of me, then I’m a slave to sake, in other words, a hopeless case! (Santōka, 48)

He seems less self-aware of the second ghost, although it is apparent in his works. As the translator writes, “from a mood of elation he sinks into all-but-suicidal despair” (22). Many of his poems are cheerful observations on the sublime beauty of nature or the kindness of humans. Others condemn the futility of existence: “Flypaper / no outs— / yell in a loud voice / till you’re dead” (70). This “nervous disability” impaired Santōka endlessly, from his brief stint in academia to his marriage (16). The twin demons of sake and manic-depressive disorder cling to both Santōka’s life and his poetry.

Debilitating psychological ghosts and the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune” thwarted Santōka forays into normal careers. He was therefore pushed to live in reflective, meandering poverty: “Talentless and incompetent as I am, there are two things I can do, and two things only: walk, and compose poems” (20). His poverty is both a symptom and a cause of his poetry — he is a poet because he cannot make money, and he cannot make money because he is a poet. Or perhaps both have a common root in the trauma and tragedy that marred his life. Regardless: after leaving the monastery, Santōka lived the rest of his days in poverty and poetry.

The value of poverty in For All My Walking

woman wearing orange and white kimono dress standing near the house

Although Buddhism taught him detachment from material possessions, Santōka struggled to accept being a mendicant poet. Sometimes he waxes grateful about this austere life: “when I think of it / the life I live / is way better than I deserve” (43). But he often subjects himself to intense diatribes. At one point he expresses that he would prefer starvation: “Even if it means nothing to eat, I don’t want to do any more of that hateful begging!” (67). He even questions whether he deserves the sporadic charity he receives:

“Stop to think about it, I’m not qualified to receive alms. Only those of the level of arhat or above are entitled to. So it’s only natural that I meet with refusal. If I do my begging with this much understanding and resignation, then begging will become a kind of religious practice” (68).

This passage illustrates a broader theme in Santōka’s life: his use of Buddhism to understand and improve himself. He tempers each of his brutal self-critiques with some fragment of Buddhist philosophy. In this way, his everyday encounter with poverty encourages Santōka to delve into Buddhism. As he walks through the physical world of Japan, tasting diverse dialects and mountains, he also walks through the conceptual world of Buddhism and the emotional world within himself.

Much of the profundity of For All My Walking comes from Santōka’s experience with poverty. For example, this shining piece touches on individualism, summarizes the common view on poverty, and adds Santōka’s honest self-analysis:

“Nothing for me to do but go my own way. My own way—that’s unconditional. Without noticing, without realizing, I’ve let myself get slovenly. I’ve gotten used to being given things and forgotten about giving. I make things easy for myself, and I despair of myself. It’s all right to be poor, but not to stink of poverty.” (75)

It is unclear whether Santōka is expressing his own opinion or repeating some bromide about the “slovenly poor” he internalized during his stint in the leisure class. But the writing is extremely nuanced. Santōka is lauding the need to live his own life, the artist against the world. However, he also rejects the urge to let himself go and become slovenly – allowing sake, laziness, and self-pity to consume his mind. This complex thinking, simply expressed and inspired by poverty, is one of Santōka’s distinguishing marks.

Furthermore, Santōka’s poverty allows him to juxtapose the Japanese leisure class with the backbreaking paucity of the lower class. For example, he reflects on quotidian economic injustices: “a day laborer sweating from morning to evening, if a man makes 80 sen, if a woman, 50 sen” (43). He also sees the painful mundanity of the “Elevator girl” spending her exuberant youth “going up going down / saying the same words over and over / the long long day” (107). I have felt this deadening routine of menial labor. Santōka could have written a similar haiku about the modern world: “Drive thru girl / opens window, closes window / the same packaged meals and words / to car after car / the long long day.” Ultimately, Santoka realizes there is “no help / for the likes of me,” and therefore decides to “go on walking” (23). This is the tragedy of those who fall through the cracks of society and have no recompense.[2] These lines also show the power of haiku: rich observations channeled into a few lines can have immense impact.

Japan was a profoundly stratified society during Santōka’s life. The graph on the right comes from a paper on income inequality that reinforces Santoka’s observations, finding that “a degree of income concentration was extremely high throughout the pre-WWII period during which the nation underwent rapid industrialization” (Moriguchi, 2). Many of his writings reflect this broad trend with small but effective on-the-ground observations of poverty in Japan. However, Santōka did not use his haiku for social activism. Perhaps that is left as an exercise for the reader.

Furthermore, Santōka’s poverty expands his gratitude. This can be summarized in a single poem: “there were hands / to scratch / the itchy places” (24). Santōka had many itchy places: poverty, problems in Japan, nagging innkeepers, annoying traveling companions, straw hats leaking,[3] trauma from his past, his volatile mood, and many more. But he is grateful for his means of overcoming itches: the method of Buddhism, the outlet of haiku, and the escape of sake. He has hands with which to scratch.

person's hand in shallow focus

Seeking to create economic value can inhibit candid reflection. His intentional poverty frees Santōka from this pursuit. As such, he can reflect upon nature instead of viewing it as a means of production: “Westerners try to conquer the mountains / people of the East contemplate the mountains / patiently I taste the mountains” (44). Santōka can taste nature fully because he has no need to consume it. And as he is not seeking employment or relying on patronage, he can speak his mind and avoid being another regurgitator of platitudes: “If there is anything good in my life — or I should say, good in my poems — it comes from the fact that they are not contrived, they tell few lies, they’re never forced” (77). Nomadic poverty is vital to Santōka’s wisdom, as it frees him from the economic rat-race.

Finally, Santōka’s poems are primarily descriptive and not prescriptive. Much of the simple beauty of the book comes from judgement-free musings. He does not have wealth, power, or great status, and therefore does not have the high ground to be moralistic. As such, he makes observations instead of judgements, and emphasizes rather than criticizes. Like Herman Melville, he realizes that “Of all the preposterous assumptions of humanity over humanity, nothing exceeds most of the criticisms made on the habits of the poor by the well-housed, well-warmed, and well-fed.” His poverty therefore frees Santōka from the pressure to evaluate, manipulate, or make judgements upon other people and existence itself.

We have investigated the causes and characteristics of Santōka’s poverty as well as its unique value. Through his begging Santōka learns the arts of humility, compassion, social criticism, judgement-free reflection, and self-acceptance. These virtues are so difficult to attain it is no wonder that “it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”[4] Santōka ultimately realizes he has to unapologetically embrace his destitution, writing that “People are happiest when they can be who they really are. A beggar has to learn to be an all-out beggar” (65). This authentic self-embracement becomes Santōka’s simple justification for his life: “by venturing to do something so ludicrous as walking in the modern world, I, who am not very clever, justify my existence” (45). Conclusively, poverty contains a wealth of understanding.

WORKS CITED

Sato, Hiroaki (2002). Grass and Tree Cairn. Winchester, VA: Red Moon Press. Print.

Santōka, Taneda (2003). For All My Walking. Translated by Burton Watson. Columbia University Press. Print.

Santōka, Taneda. Walking By My Self Again. Translated by Scott Watson. Bookgirl Press, 2011. Print.

Chappelow, Jim. “Gini Coefficient.” Investopedia.com. 15 Apr 2019. Web. 7 May 2019.

Moriguchi, Chiaki and Emmanuel Saez. The Evolution of Income Concentration in Japan, 1885

2002: Evidence from Income Tax Statistics. Boston University Press: Boston, MA. Print.

FOOTNOTES
  1. See page 12 of For All My Walking — “His father seems to have been a rather weak-willed man who spent his time dabbling in local politics, chasing after women, and in general dissipating the family fortune, which had been of considerable size at the time he fell heir to it.”

  2. This understanding comes from his poverty: he sees the ways he is marginalized and has empathy for those who are also marginalized. He recognizes that it is almost impossible to understand this perspective from the outside —”People who have never done any begging seem to have difficulty understanding how I feel about this” (67). Siddhartha Gautama himself could not understand poverty until personally witnessing it outside his palace.

  3. “What, even my straw hat has started leaking” — Santōka, Walking By My Self Again, pg 22.

  4. Matthew 19:23-26.

Categories
Prose and Poetry

Routine

Poetry written in 2015 (early junior year of HS). Silver Key in National Scholastic Art and Writing Awards.

The ring of my father’s phone echoes 
His fingers ballerina against the glass glow. 
I stare into darkened windows around me 
but cannot find another human. 
We move, a machine among machines.

people at Time Square, New York city at night

Around me, road billboards preach the cult of a culture  
Goods are the gods, 
nauseating neon signs the preachers, 
consumers the congregation. 
All this, but still we won’t confess: 
Festering inside modern life is an illusion. 
Moldering in our grueling routine
A fungus we never discuss. 

I walk as always into the conditioned air and hollow glow 
of the store, the temple of lucrative religion. 
Around me masses flow into aisles like restless ocean tides 
Devout addicts shambling into dope-houses 
Monks marching into a well-stocked monastery. 
People conditioned to care only for hollow things 
They feel the trembling of their lifesprings
In a steady rhythm of income;
They are oblivious to the rhythm of their own hearts.

person walking inside building near glass

The market-goers tear designer-made cloth hides off shelves
to hide the alienation they feel from themselves. 
Across vast ocean their human kin 
pour sweat into clothes they could never afford, 
shackled slaves of a system they could never share in. 
Without thought purchasers conscript their currency
To the cause of yoking the scarred hunchback of half the world
to the reins of their “needs,” manufactured and absurd.

Their side of the poverty line trash food that doesn’t sell; 
The other side they lash themselves for morsels. 
Stores founded by the fortunate funded by the pain of the poor 
But agony is irrelevant when it’s on a distant shore. 

boy holding cardboard box

Rows of pencils adorning lustrous steel shelves
Conjure up mirages of massacres.
Rows upon rows of guillotined copses. 
Bodies mutilated, piled in the back of a truck. 
Bodies of carbon, corpses of trees. 
We hoard with the infinite thirst of black holes 
But how will we quench thirst from a toxic well? 

We’re manufacturing our Earth into a gateway to Hell 
Greased Gulf oil slicks turn pristine sea into River Styx. 
Humanity’s a fetus cutting its own umbilical cord,
Self-immolating before we’ve realized our potential. 
Venomous fumes seethe into filthy atmosphere:
Have we forgotten that we live here?

$mokestacks – digital art by Jeremy Hadfield, made to illustrate this poem.

I leave the temple and feel I’ve left a rollercoaster
The world swirls around me as I pass the grocer 
In every inch of my vision, signs of a gangrenous age 
Dents in the glaring white walls tell of lives lived.
But I cannot imagine life in this leeching bleached building. 

Our stomachs are empty in a cornucopia.
Emaciated in a society saturated by gagging opulence 
that seeps into our blackened souls when we cannot see. 
When the miasma clogs our lungs we will finally realize 
Lucre can’t allay the devil’s fee. 

The only passion I find is confined in synthetic-lit aisles. 
I can’t blind myself to the guile in these smiles; 
Counterfeit happiness mass-produced in factories. 
Around me bodies decomposing in chains,
Locked up by a desperate desire to devour trivial material. 
Will we consume until the will to consume is all that remains? 

Categories
Prose and Poetry

Ballerina at the Border

A piece inspired by seeing Yo Yo Ma’s Spring 2019 performance at the Mexico-US border in Laredo. Written during a brief episode of lexical-gustatory synesthesia.

Yo Yo Ma’s performance at Laredo

La placer por la presencia de Yo-Yo-Ma

This sentence tastes like a milkshake; it flows playful down the tongue

The way water and children descend slides 

Chocolate milk, foamy cream have the same taste; and so does la orilla de Juarez, but less airy.

How I imagine the futuristic ice cream they sell at waterparks—the stuff we could never afford—would taste.

Miracle dots that pop in your mouth and taste of the aether. 

Borders everywhere but he dances across the edges

Leaping between marina and marina, an explorer moving between port and port 

La greca conquest-established now at “peace” with people settled but restless 

La frontera, la necessita para bordear todo — the way we must always wrap up and nothing: 

His glasses encircle his eyes like the line around zero encircles Nothing. 

Even our ineffable eyes must bordered by frames, even emptiness must be bounded by the line around 0.

We call them “states of being.” There are no states of Being.

Must Being itself be a state, a territory with borders enforced?

Thus we resist when we cross from one state to another, from sadness to anger, from fear to happiness; 

But Being is boundless, unwrappable, unbridled, not bordered

Yet our internal border-guards and surveillance cameras ensure

we are panopticoned; we cannot move between them with fluidity and will.

Can we imagine the change if we erased these internal lines?

The absurd theatrical rigor of any border: 

watching for, defending against, migrations between states.

As futile as a beach protecting itself from sand.

But how can we resist the border? Not with violence but play. 

Like the cellist as the ballerina of la bambelina 

¿Perra que pensaste la frontera, la arriate son fáctico?

His bow plays with the stiffness of the cello

Just as a free mind plays with the rigidity of the border. 

Fitting the cell-strings align parallel with bars of the fence behind him

Of course the taught hairs strung along the bar his virtuoso explores

Should align with the horizontal bars of the fence. 

Violin strings intertwining two cities: two sets of strings

The way a migrant crosses through a fence

His bowstrings cross the neck and fingerboard,

Lines against lines—

border lines vs road lines, bridge lines vs wall lines, fence lines vs violin lines.  

(piece of digital art I made to illustrate Yo Yo Ma’s playing with lines)

Lines upon lines, alignments upon alignments. 

To play with a violin is to play between borders, 

To cross the border between the bow and the strings endless times. 

Cellist and Ballerina: coincidence that the two lines of those words

Imitate the lines of a fence? Collision between horizontal and vertical. 

Both have the same purpose: freeing us from cells and borders. 

The horizontal, flat, parallel-with-the-dirt motion of the cello bow 

Crossing with the cello itself, sliding across the vertical towards-the-sky, 

Ending in the gnarled deadal of the wood scroll 

His bow is like a train, turned sideways, careening off track 

Spark-flying wheels screeching against rails, ignoring their neat rows

Playing chaos itself, anarchic disrespect for The Grid,

but matches it with calmness–An elegant bridge of cello

gently spanning the abyss between drawn lines.

A never-ending Tale of Two Cities: los dos Laredos.

Categories
Bipolar Prose and Poetry

Candlelit

Published in the Stonefence Review May 23, 2019. This version has new edits.

They urge: use mania as midnight oil.

The last calories in an emaciated stomach, a trickle of water in a dessicated bladder, the fumes in an empty tank. I must burn it before I run out, or I will be left with mere paucity.

I am a candle. My function is illumination. And if I don’t illuminate? Throw out the wax with the litter.

So I must live it all forwards and understand it backwards. Throw out tatters for my future self to weave together. For him to follow clues as Sherlock, searching for a kidnapped child. To bumble and stumble along a thread of M&Ms a child left for me to trace. Coalesce fragments into coherence, weave strewn strings into tapestry. Solder shards of glass into a transparent stained mosaic.

The wax must melt and create light or it will be gone forever, the light impossible to reproduce again. And I fear: are they right?  I question if my wax is insufficient. Maybe the luminance I have witnessed is impossible to package, to wrap in the dry cardboard of words. An unmappable territory.

What are but words but mere maps, and thoughts territories? And the more intricate our map the more the terrain is obscured – “The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.”* We dig into the system until our heads barely emerge from the pit, engulf ourselves in the model. The futility of mere concepts and tools, yeastless chimeras of the objective. Theory is inevitably less complex than life itself just as round numbers are always false. Then how can I communicate this?

Understanding life is a supertask: the complexity is impossible to understand because an accurate model must be more complex than the system itself. Therefore the system cannot contain the model.

Existence, in all its menagerie of particles, movements, forces, cells, beings. We fumble at understanding, writing equations and laws and theories that are simultaneously elegantly true and hopelessly inadequate. We reach desperately for a meaning, something to give sense. Yet if we could see the universe transparent, exposed, true, we would not find our thoughts there.

Everything we have constructed, our desperate web-making and model-forming

— all absent.

And yet, if it was all absent, then this theory I am writing now could not be present either. Contradictions, doubts, convictions shattered by uncertainties. Contorting in an agony of agnosticism.

Why do two colors put together sing? Why do words, bound by punctuation and structure, shriek for release and ravage the mind? Words are just the motes on a rainbow, but aren’t my words different?

I am worm-wriggling through dirt, but am I glimpsing light through aerated soil? No. Nothing can overcome these bonds. My thoughts caged birds, even upon escaping their wings are clipped. A prisoner in the need to express. And if I fail, I will have committed the ultimate unforgivable sin, doomed myself to outer darkness. But maybe that fate is inevitable? Impossible to avoid? I begin to doubt.

They call it a disability but they fetishize bipolar artists.

And then they use the “bipolar” as an insult, an adjective, an attack vector.

As long as they enjoy the products of this disease they accept it. If the illness manufactures The Starry Night than so be it. Van Gogh can keep his disorder, we will take it and mythologize it — people will say things like “he swallowed yellow paint to produce happiness in himself,” having voyeuristic mental orgasms over their own genius angst. If bipolar squeezes A Farewell to Arms out of Hemingway and onto paper, then we will acquiesce and accept the disease as a miracle.

Are we so terrified of anything that resists easy ordering?  Imagine Plato given tenure. Virginia Woolf completing grant applications. Da Vinci in a psych ward. Does our system of relentless repression, unending organization, ceaseless scheduling, endless elimination of the non-normal, even allow for people like this to exist? Why are we so afraid of being labeled a disorder? Is chaos such a horror?

Psychiatrists say “as long as bipolar allows you function it is not a disorder.” They act as if this is a liberating insight from the ancestral Tablets of Psychological Research. But they are in fact repeating a simple folk-capitalist verdict: if you can produce, you are healthy. For what is the referent of “functioning” in our culturo-linguistic context? The ability to produce valuable work, where value is measured, calibrated, computed. Churchill, they say, ransomed his life to vanquish Nazis. And since Winston won the war, the vicious “black dog,” caged away in his mind is exempt from judgement. But if he didn’t? The bipolar would see blame.

Bipolar makes us sinners. Our redeeming grace is creation. To complete our repentance, we must become our own messiah. We have only a static set of paths through the Garden of Gethsemane. Bipolar gives us few options. A simple formula generates a finite set of final points: concatenate a word that denotes bipolar to a word for creative product = [chaotic genius, tempestuous artist, troubled savant, unstable scholar, volatile virtuoso].

Apply a label to yourself, make it reality—————————and be atoned.

But if bipolar destroys you, if it rips you apart from the inside? If it tears through your mind like an inferno through a building, leaving it a charcoal husk? If you find no way to express it, actualize it, translate it into some form of art or commodity?

Then you have two options: end the bipolar or yourself. Medication or self-medication, with noose, needle, nicotine, gin, anti-nephalism, innumerable more.

If we get another masterpiece, then bipolar is justified. If not? If you don’t create? Your existence as a “bipolar person” is not warranted. The sickness-unto-death which makes you who you are should be eliminated.

How can I express this all?

Exulansis engulfs me but I cannot exculpate myself: expression is the only route to expiation. The rest of my life I will carry this burden. And if I fail I will carry its guilt instead until it collapses upon me. Who has given me this task? No one. But I must do it anyway.

*Na’ima, Mikha’il. The Book of Mirdad. Unknown page.

Categories
Essays Philosophy

The Fragility of Authentic Love: An Existential Analysis

Loving authentically is a daunting project rife with almost inescapable pitfalls. In this essay, I will first explore Sartre’s novel theory of love developed within his broader phenomenological ontology. Under this theory, the purpose of love is to escape from the Look and the groundlessness of existence. Then, I will critique his understanding from Beauvoir’s more socially situated perspective. Finally, I will use these concepts to conduct a philosophical analysis of love in Camus’ existential novel The Stranger. Sartre’s construct of love is promising but insufficient to describe the human condition as a whole and must be modified to account for power structures that warp relations between lovers. With this modified theory of love, using conceptual tools from both Sartre and Beauvoir, we can elucidate key elements of The Stranger. Ultimately, the joint Sartrean-Beauvoirean conception of love as a flimsy and ephemeral pursuit founded on bad faith can seem pessimistic. It is. However, my argument is that this theory is rooted in accurate existential underpinnings. I conclude by positively re-framing authentic love as a near-unattainable but powerful ideal that may still be worth striving toward.

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East” (2015) by Rebecca Bird, acrylic on panel, 30” x 40”. Painted at the Niagara Falls, which Rebecca views as a “symbol of the perfect unattainable romance.” Some kind of humanoid shape also seems to be visible beneath the waves – a face on the right side? Moving toward the left, shapes like organs and a body?

I. The Sartrean Concept of Love

As Sartre’s analysis of love relies on the basic conceptual triad of his work, a brief review of being-in-itself, being-for-itself, and being-for-others is necessary. The in-itself is unconscious being – an object. The for-itself is conscious being – a subject. The for-itself requires a concrete object as its foundation and is thus grounded in the in-itself, but it also negates the in-itself. Sartre gives the example of feeling the “absence” of a person: when a friend is not present, I do not see them, but their lack (their negation) is visible to me. Through imagination (the magic of consciousness), we are able to see beyond the factical features of our surroundings: the object to my right and left, the light reflecting off my retinas, the structure and current state of my body. Sartre sees this imaginative transcendence as the defining feature of consciousness. As conscious humans, we transcend the “given” features of our situation (our facticity) and are always more than just our objecthood.

When one being-for-itself encounters another, a new ontological category arises: being-for-others. The Other is a being-for-itself like me, but one which possesses a foreign internal world I can never access – including a radical freedom to take up its own perspectives. When I meet the Other’s eyes, I experience the Look: the moment when a for-itself realizes it is not just a subject, but also a mere object in the Other’s world. I am a character in another person’s dream. This interrupts my “unreflective consciousness,”[1] as I can now reflect on my object-self; I recognize this version of myself in the Other’s eyes and this can create shame over what I see. The Look, and the caustic reactions it generates, led Sartre to exclaim “hell is other people,”[2] as being-for-others caged him in the Other’s eyes, scathed by their uncontrollable perceptions and evaluations. Our desperation to avoid being trapped in our objecthood by the Look leads us to pursue many escape routes – including love.

“Fairytales After Dark,” Edited Photograph by Lissyelle Laricchia, from her series “Play Pretend”

During being-for-others, we no longer possess ourselves, which creates staggering insecurity. Since I cannot control or even truly see the Other’s view of me, but this view constitutes my identity, the Other holds “the secret of what I am. He makes me be.”[3] Without my input, “it confers values upon me and removes them from me.”[4] Thus, being-for-others is fraught with conflict like Hegel’s master-slave dialectic: a perpetual cycle of subject-object relations in which both sides seek to out-transcend the Other.[5] We seek to remain subjects while turning the Other into an object. However, we also want the Other to use its free subjectivity to reveal our identities and affirm our existence.  

This explains why the lover wants to be loved: love is the project of reclaiming his being by making the Other’s freedom subject to his own. But love would be simple if it only required physical possession. Instead, it entails capturing a consciousness, a task as daunting as caging a ghost. The lover wants the Other to freely choose to love him in each moment, to will her own captivity and become “both free and yet chained” in the lover’s hands.[6] Love is freedom’s willing self-enslavement. The lover desires to be the boundary of his beloved’s transcendence and limit of their freedom: “if the Other loves me then I become the unsurpassable.”[7] In love, he seeks to become the “center of reference” for the lover, the wellspring of all meaning, an absolute end to which everything else is merely a means.[8] Declarations like “I would kill for you” imply that all morality is subordinate to their partner.

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Melody of Rain” (2015), Michael Cheval. This absurdist art might help communicate the fluidity of conscious experience – the way our imagination shapes reality – but also the record player may represent the authentic lover; to maintain the illusion of love one’s partner is the only sound one hears mentally, drowning out all else.

Love allows an escape from the acerbic Look by catalyzing a metamorphosis in how the lovers apprehend the world. The lover does not encounter their beloved as a thing among things, or as a being to be compared to other beings. Rather, their beloved is the ultimate totality though which everything else is understood. The lover views the world through the lens of their beloved. Thus, love “no longer fixes me in what I am,” as the lover’s Look does not suffocate me in my finitude as an object.[9] In a genuine lover’s eyes, I cannot be ugly, wretched, or dumb; but neither as beautiful, impressive, or intelligent. Those are qualities that apply to contingent and relative objects, and they are meaningless when both lovers see the other as the absolute root of all value. Even my own actions and traits cannot define me. Thus, Sartre might say that if I have reasons to love someone, e.g. for their concrete attributes, I do not love them. I merely prefer their properties to the properties of other objects. Love is an absolute choice to establish another for-itself as the crux of one’s world and keystone of all values.

Love also liberates the participants from two of the most agonizing responses to the Look: fear and alienation. Fear is the feeling of being in danger as an object at the whims of the Other’s freedom. I am terrified because at any moment the Other can “constitute me as a means to ends of which I am ignorant.”[10] Alienation is the recognition of my slavery to the Other, as I am subject to their unknowable and uncontrollable evaluations of me: “Insofar as I am the object of values which come to qualify me without my being able to act on this qualification or even to know it, I am enslaved.”[11] I am alienated from my own possibilities and become subjugated by the Other’s freedom. When the lover is alone with her beloved, she is rescued from fear and alienation, as she is the endpoint of the Other’s freedom and foundation of their values.

Through love the groundlessness of existence is supplanted by the feeling that our lives are justified. In our normal condition, life is absurd, unjustifiable, and superfluous. We exist as a brute fact, the consequence of a series of contingent events beyond our freedom, a consciousness whose being is rooted in nothingness. When we are loved, “we now feel that our existence is taken up and willed even in its tiniest details by an absolute freedom.”[12] Who are we to dispute this justification? If we accept it, we are rescued from what Sartre calls the “unthinkable and insurmountable given which I am fleeing.”[13] If the Other is willing to make us the foundation of its being, we are handed the keys to Eden: we now have an essence and a meaning given to us. The Fall is reversed.

“Keyhole to Eden,” by Jane on Youtube, painting on canvas. This is perhaps what we glimpse at the peak of the escape from groundlessness which love offers.

Theorizing love in this way makes it into a sublime ideal, a pinnacle of existence: the joy of finding one’s self-identity in the Other, of having a solid ground for living, and of escaping the Look. A lover provides us with objectivity in the anguish of a subjective world. But how can this be achieved? Here Sartre grows more pessimistic. He describes the triple destructibility of love – three vulnerabilities that make love a perilously fragile activity.

First, to love is to “to wish that the Other wish that I love him,”[14] which creates perpetual dissatisfaction. Love is a double bind: if the Other loves me, he will want to become the object of my ability (as a free subject) to ground his existence. He wants to avoid the nausea of subjectivity. But in love I also want to have my existence justified by the Other’s subjectivity. If I get what I want, I cannot get what I want. The catch 22 is that “the more I am loved, the more I lose my being,”[15] the more I am tossed away from my elusive object-self and back into my subjecthood and my own freedom. We seek the solidity of being defined by another, but “the Other is on principle inapprehensible; he flees me when I seek him and possesses me when I flee him.”[16] Reciprocated love is like two sinking ships bailing water into each other while trying to remain afloat. Neither partner can provide a ground for the other’s existence. Both are locked in total subjectivity, and nothing can relieve them of the agonizing duty to define their own meaning to existence.[17] Maybe it is too much to ask that love give ground to our lives in a groundless world.

“Painting of sinking of MS PILSUDSKI, Polish troop carrier,” by marine artist Adam Werka. Portrays the turmoil of an ungrounded life (which all human lives are, even if we’re unaware of it). This drowning prompts desperation for another sinking ship to help bail out one’s already foundering one.

On the same note, the process of becoming-in-love contains the seeds of its own ruin. In trying to make the Other fall in love with me (seduction), I preempt the possibility of genuine love. The structure of seduction is similar to that of pride. In Sartre’s view, pride is a response to shame in which I take responsibility for my objecthood. To the Other, I appear as an object, and in pride I attempt to improve this object’s properties so others will admire me. I try to make the Other see me as more intelligent, attractive, or successful. But pride is destined to fail. After all, I want the Other to freely choose to admire me, but I also undermine the Other’s freedom by attempting to control their view of me. Therefore, “the feeling which I demand from the other carries within itself its own contradiction since I must affect the Other with it in so far as he is free.”[18] Seduction is a sophisticated form of pride, and the joy of successfully making the Other fall in love is rooted in the pride that a free consciousness “gives us a positive evaluation.”[19] Seduction is self-defeating task because it involves attempting to manipulate the Other into freely choosing love.

Second, love involves the perpetual risk that the Other will awaken from the slumber, realize no real chains are binding their freedom, and choose to see me as an object. They may subject me to the Look, evaluating me and comparing me to others based on the properties of my object-self: my appearance, my traits, my actions. In any case, this violation of the underpinnings of love means “the spell is broken; the Other becomes one mean among means.”[20] Love’s intricate exercise in smoke and mirrors falls apart, and the illusion shatters.  

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“Smoke and Mirrors,” by John Clocker. Digital.

The final weakness of love involves the moment in which both lovers are subjected to the Look by a third party. This causes the lovers to realize their objecthood together. Under the gaze of an Other who sees both lovers as objects and their relationship as relative, neither can see their lover as the absolute source of all value. Thus, Sartre declares that “one would have to be alone in the world with the beloved in order for love to preserve its character as an absolute axis of reference.”[21] The relativizing gaze of the Other annihilates love.

This is why lovers seek intimate solitude. For if the lovers remember their relationship is contingent and not absolute, the foundation of their meaning will implode. After all, lovers come together through a chain of haphazard events: being born nearby, meeting at such-and-such a place, having suitable biological and psychological constitutions to attract one another, and more. Realizing this contingency undermines the absoluteness of love with the recognition that loving any particular person is merely another arbitrary choice amongst the set of possibilities available in one’s situation. Love can therefore only exist through the self-deception of bad faith: lovers tell themselves they are soulmates, meant to be, made for one another.[22] They deny the contingencies involved so they can see their love as a necessity. Their love may be a satisfying foundation for meaning only if they are successful in preserving this fantasy.

The travails of seeking authentic love can lead people to resign to the attitudes of masochism and sadism. In masochism, “I refuse to be anything more than an object.”[23] I immerse myself in the Other’s subjectivity while attempting to renounce my transcendence, deny my freedom, and consent to my own alienation. This attempt is useless, because anytime the masochist seeks to extinguish his own subjectivity and become a mere object – e.g. by paying someone to whip him – he implicitly recognizes his own subjectivity. He is using the Other as a means to treat himself as a means. Masochism is a self-undermining attempt to flee transcendence by drowning in facticity.

“Abyss in the Canvas” by Sascha Dettbarn

Sadism is the equally hopeless attempt to do the opposite: become pure transcendence by fleeing facticity. The sadist purges away his own objecthood by treating Others as objects, revealing “by force” the Other’s flesh while denying the fact that he is also flesh.[24] The contradiction is that the sadist relies on the awareness that the Other they abuse is a genuine subject – they wouldn’t be satisfied to whip a wood desk. Despite this cognizance, they pretend the Other is only an object. The sadist is as self-deluded as the masochist.

II. Love and The Second Sex

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“De Beauvoir vs. Sartre” (2014), by Adam Mohrbacher. Color Pencils and Ink. One of the most dynamic duos in the history of philosophy.

Delving into Beauvoir’s work is essential to understanding Sartrean love. First, Sartre’s view of love was almost certainly rooted in his own experiences, and his most significant love was Beauvoir herself. As she avowed, “The comradeship that welded our lives together made a superfluous mockery of any other bond we might have forged for ourselves.”[25] Love was a lifelong conversation between the two thinkers. Their concepts of love were interdependent and studying both together yields a richer understanding. Second, it would be myopic to rely only on a man’s view of love. While Sartre seemed to assume his analysis of love applied to all humans, Beauvoir argued that women experience love differently. Her critique reveals a consistent flaw in Sartre’s philosophy: his ideas are not socially situated enough to see imbalances in being-for-others created by disparities in power. 

Beauvoir begins her critique with a quote from Nietzsche:

“The single word love in fact signifies two different things for man and woman. What woman understands by love is clear enough: it is not only devotion, it is a total gift of her body and soul, without reservation…if there should be men who also felt that desire for complete abandonment, well, then they simply are – not men.” [26]

Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, section 362, pg. 318.

Clearly this is an instance of the No True Scotsman’s fallacy—when Nietzsche sees exceptions to the rule, he changes the rule to exclude those exceptions from consideration; thus those who do not fit his definition are not “true men.” However, Beauvoir finds his characterization of the differences in gendered love accurate. Using the Sartrean terms, “feminine” love is characterized by the masochistic attempt to escape subjecthood, while “masculine” love by the sadistic attempt to escape objecthood. This patriarchal structure precludes authentic love. The man is taught to avoid seeing the Other as the origin of all values, and the woman is conditioned to negate her own subjectivity. The delicate illusion of love cannot be maintained, as both parties see only one side of the Other (either objecthood or subjecthood). Furthermore, neither can see their relationship as an absolute necessity because its contingent relativity is so glaring.

This condition is especially confining for the woman. As Beauvoir writes, women are “shut up in the sphere of the relative, destined to the male from childhood, habituated to seeing in him a superb being whom she cannot possibly equal.”[27] Recall that in Sartre’s authentic love, the beloved becomes the center of the lover’s universe. The woman in love clearly fulfills this condition, as for her “the measure of values, the truth of the world, are in his consciousness,” and she “tries to see with his eyes.”[28] But this is insufficient: the relationship is not reciprocal, as she is not the ground of the Other’s values. She becomes an object immersed in the man’s subjectivity. Therefore, she is in alienation, slavery to another’s values: “one of the loving woman’s misfortunes to find that her very love disfigures her, destroys her; she is nothing more than this slave.”[29]

Simone de Beauvoir
“Simone de Beauvoir: Dissipation of the woman” by kasia eisvogel

Sartre did not consider that all persons might be barred from authentic love by the structures of patriarchy. After all, what the lover seeks is to attain a solid ground for his being by having another subject freely choose to love him and place him as the absolute foundation of value. This ideal is unreachable if either lover is seen as a mere object or if the love is seen as just relative. Patriarchy ensures that both of these conditions are violated. The world is in a mode of institutional bad faith which denies female subjectivity and pushes women to cement themselves in the roles of wife and mother. The woman’s transcendence is annihilated, and her possibilities are constrained to one all-consuming project: “find a man who will take the place of the father in establishing for her an objectified identity and creating a world in which she can live it out.”[30] Furthermore, as the man sees her as merely one means among many other means, and their relationship as contingent, neither can imagine that their love is truly absolute.

Beauvoir contests Sartre’s naïve assumption that both parties in relationships are on equal footing and both experience the same pressures and traps on the path to love. Power structures often distort relations between men and women, binding women to crushing objecthood, and preventing men from placing their female partners as the absolute center of their moral and perceptual universe. Men and women are trapped in attitudes of sadism and masochism respectively. This is a fundamental issue that may permanently preclude the possibility of authentic love itself:

“On the day when it will be possible for woman to love not in her weakness but in her strength, not to escape herself but to find herself, not to abase herself but to assert herself – on that day love will become for her, as for man, a source of life and not of mortal danger.” [31]

Beauvoir, The Second Sex, 664.

Therefore, Sartre’s vision of love is only potential, not actual. Concrete conditions prevent love from manifesting in the way he describes.

III. An Existential Analysis of Love in The Stranger

Mersault’s being-with-others is characterized by indifference; he does not think relationships can change his fundamental absurd condition. His mother’s death does not have an emotional impact, and he concludes “that, really, nothing had changed.”[32] His most important relation, with Marie, is ostensibly romantic but is actually devoid of love. This is strange in a Camus novel, as love lies at the heart of his ethics: “I recognize only one duty, and that is to love.”[33] I argue that Camus is using this relationship to evoke an understanding of inauthentic love and its fundamental paucity.

Mersault constantly describes Marie in terms of her appearance – her objecthood. He never refers to any of her non-cosmetic features. She always manifests as a body in his eyes, as facticity rather than as transcendence: he describes how he “brushed against her breasts,[34] how “she moved toward me with her whole body to offer me her lips,”[35] how “she was glistening all over with salty water,”[36] how “all I could see was the sparkle of her teeth and the little folds of her eyes,”[37] “the little pout of her lower lip,”[38] “her striped dress and her sun-tanned face.”[39] In this way, Mersault maintains his subjectivity as the freedom which looks and acts upon an object of flesh. He remains a transcendent conscious mind, and she becomes a mere body.

Whenever their relationship risks becoming more substantial than a subject-object dialectic, Mersault acts to re-establish Marie’s status as an object: “Marie looked at me with her eyes sparkling. I kissed her. We didn’t say anything more from that point on. I held her to me.”[40] While this interaction may seem insignificant, a philosophical analysis reveals key undertones. When Marie gazes at Mersault, she threatens to transcend him, toppling his status as the subject by placing him under the Look. She could become the subject looking at Mersault as an object. He kisses her to avoid this fate and remain transcendent. After he acts, she is silent, and Mersault is not reminded of her subjecthood. In Sartre’s words, the goal of the caress is to treat the Other as a mere instrument in the midst of the world: “her consciousness, which played on the surface of her flesh and which I tried to taste with my flesh, disappears under my sight; she remains no more than an object.”[41] This is why Mersault touches Marie – to avoid encountering her as a subject.

“Simplicities are enormously complex. Consider the sentence ‘I love you.’” 

Richard O. Moore, Writing the Silences
Despite her somewhat misguided efforts to connect with him, Mersault never becomes truly Unmasked to Marie.

Clearly, Marie is just another object in Mersault’s world, a means among means. This is why he describes missing her as merely the loss of her physical form: “I used to wait patiently until Saturday to hold Marie’s body in my arms.”[42] During his stay in prison, Mersault explicitly recognizes that only his proximity to Marie’s body kept her in his mind:

“How was I to know, since apart from our two bodies, now separated, there wasn’t anything to keep us together or even to remind us of each other? Anyway, after that, remembering Marie meant nothing to me.” [43]

Camus, The Stranger, 115.

Of course, Mersault was not being deceptive in this relationship. He readily admits that he does not love Marie: when she asked, his response was to tell her “it didn’t mean anything but that I didn’t think so.”[44] When he saw her on one of his last living days, he still felt indifferent: “my heart felt nothing, and I couldn’t even return her smile.”[45] He uses her body as a means of distraction, but never attempts to leap into authentic love to elude the groundlessness of Being.

However, Marie seeks to create something more. Maybe this is because she truly wants the ethereal escape of authentic love, or perhaps because marrying Mersault would fulfill the prescribed narrative for a woman. Either way, she feels the need to take the relationship forward: “she took my arm with a smile and said she wanted to marry me. I said we could do it whenever she wanted.”[46] As one of Camus character’s in another work states, “Women are different; they know that life is short, and one must make haste to love.”[47] Ultimately, this is because for women like Marie, there was no real alternative: “love was their only way out.”[48] Marie seeks something more because she must, for as a woman, “love is a supreme effort to survive by accepting the dependence to which she is condemned.”[49] In the patriarchal condition of Camus’ Algeria, women are seen as means to the ends of men. This becomes especially clear when all Mersault needs to do to exonerate Raymond for beating a girl is testify that she cheated. In this society, men’s voices constitute the only real voices.

The relationship between Mersault and Marie illustrates the fundamental conflict that prevents authentic love in a patriarchal society. Mersault as a man was trained to adopt the sadistic attitude, one focused on using lovers as objects for entertainment and as a means to reinforce his own transcendence. Each particular lover is just a contingent and temporary diversion from absurdity: he desires a woman, but comments that “I never thought specifically of Marie.”[50] On the other hand, Marie was taught to dedicate herself to a specific man, to view the world through his eyes, and see him as the absolute axis of value.

Nina Röder's Existential Photography Captures Bodies In The Wild - IGNANT
“mist eggs” by Nina Röder (2017) Photography. The way authentic love slips through one’s fingers; impossible to grasp or pick up.

This disparity means the two are always falling victim to the destructibility of love. For example, Mersault notices other women and comments on their properties: “The women were beautiful and I asked Marie if she’d noticed. She said yes and that she understood what I meant.”[51] It is not clear exactly what Marie understood. Perhaps she recognized that to Mersault she would always just be an object in the world which can be compared to other objects based on certain properties (e.g. beauty). This is the second destructibility of love: seeing one’s lover as an object shatters the illusion of mutual subjectivity. Furthermore, when the prosecutor describes Mersault’s affair from a third-person perspective, “all of a sudden Marie began to sob, saying it wasn’t like that, there was more to it.”[52] This illustrates the third destructibility, where the Other sees both lovers as objects and transforms their relationship into a contingent, relative, and arbitrary situation. Marie is desperate to believe her relationship with Mersault was anything more than contingent, but the perspective of a third-party Other undermines this belief.

“What of people who aren’t able to form close and strong relationships? And people who cannot find fulfillment in their lives, or those who have lost hope, who live in disappointment and bitterness and find in life no joy, no love? These, it seems to me, are the real disabilities.

— Fred Rogers, The World According to Mister Rogers

There are few rare moments in the novel ripe with the possibility for romantic love, but they all ultimately fall flat. Mersault describes that when he swam with Marie, “we felt a closeness as we moved in unison and were happy.”[53] This simple coexistence seems to approach Beauvoir’s description of authentic love as when each lover regards “the other simultaneously as object and as subject in a reciprocal manner.”[54] She envisioned this love as the “renunciation of all possession,” a “mutual recognition of two liberties” in which neither lover would give up their transcendence and neither would have to submit to objecthood.[55] However, the profound precariousness of love combined with the sabotaging effects of an oppressive male-centered society forestall him and Marie from ever reaching authentic love. Even still, their inauthentic relationship is a source of joy relished by both parties. Ultimately, Mersault does not ever see love as way to circumvent the meaningless folly of life.

Unnamed. By Vivian Greven.

Conclusion

The fundamental nature of Being-for-Others means that “the profound meaning of my being is outside me,”[56] as only the Other knows who I am. We therefore pursue finding ourselves in the Other through love. This being-in-love can provide a sublime but fleeting joy. But the triple destructibility of love and patriarchal social conditions synergize to make the prospect of authentic love almost hopeless. Both love’s inherent elusiveness and the socially constructed machinery which preempts authentic love are exhibited in the relationship between Mersault and Marie in The Stranger. This clear-eyed analysis seems preferable to pretending that love is not really that fragile or lowering our standards of what authentic love entails. Perhaps this lofty and difficult-to-achieve ideal makes love something worth fighting for.      

Furthermore, love may be a worthwhile project even if we can never reach the ideal. As Beauvoir wrote, “An authentic love…would not pretend to be a mode of salvation.”[57] Even if it is doomed to failure, it is the closest I can ever come to experiencing the subjectivity of the Other while simultaneously being apprehended as a subject. The joy of being loved may be so inimitable that the risk and fragility involved seem inconsequential. This existential treatment of love – as a delicate, conflict-filled relation almost unavoidably doomed to failure – still leaves open the possibility that even an inauthentic or partially fulfilled form of romantic love is rewarding.


The song Goodpain by Yoke Lore exemplifies the concepts I discuss here. The need for both lovers to be “howling, keeping you between my eyes” to maintain the fragile illusion of love. The “little death inside my sides” – existential despair and emptiness which brings us to love as an escape. It also expresses that love cannot ultimately “make it right,” although it can perhaps alleviate our fear, our alienation, our shame, and our pride (the four responses to The Look).

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[1] Sartre, Jean-Paul (1966), Being and nothingness; an essay on phenomenological ontology, New York: Washington Square Press, trans. Hazel E. Barnes. Pg. 260.

[2] Sartre, Jean-Paul (1956), No exit, and three other plays, New York: Vintage Books.

[3] Ibid, 264.

[4] Ibid, 366.

[5] Ogilvy, James (1980), “Mastery and Sexuality: Hegel’s Dialectic in Sartre and Post-Freudian Psychology,” Human Studies, no. 3: 201-19.

[6] Ibid, 367.

[7] Ibid, 369.

[8] Ibid, 369.

[9] Ibid, 370.

[10] Ibid, 268.

[11] Ibid, 267.

[12] Ibid, 371.

[13] Ibid, 347.

[14] Ibid, 377.

[15] Ibid, 377.

[16] Ibid, 408.

[17] Ibid, 376.

[18] Ibid, 291.

[19] Chris Stevens, “A Critical Discussion of Sartre on Love,” Stance, Vol. 1, April 2008. Pg. 5.

[20] Ibid, 376.

[21] Ibid, 377.

[22] Ibid, 370.

[23] Ibid, 378.

[24] Ibid, 400.

[25] Ibid.

[26] Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science, section 362, pg. 318.

[27] Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex, New York, NY: Vintage Books, 1949. Pg. 9.

[28] Beauvoir, The Second Sex, 663.

[29] Ibid, 675.

[30] Jean Wyatt, “The Impossible Project of Love in Sartre’s ‘Being and Nothingness,’ ‘Dirty Hands,’ and ‘The Room,’” Sartre Studies International 12, no. 2 (2006).

[31] Beauvoir, The Second Sex, 664.

[32] Camus, Albert. The Stranger. Cambridge. New York :Cambridge University Press, 1988. Trans. by Patrick McCarthy. Pg. 28.

[33] Albert Camus, Notebooks 1935-1942, New York: Marlowe & Company, 1998.

[34] Camus, 19.

[35] Ibid, 43.

[36] Ibid, 52.

[37] Ibid, 73.

[38] Ibid, 93.

[39] Ibid, 75.

[40] Ibid, 35.

[41] Sartre, Being and Nothingness, 398.

[42] Camus, The Stranger, 77.

[43] Ibid, 115.

[44] Camus, The Stranger, 35.

[45] Ibid, 105.

[46] Ibid, 42.

[47] Camus, Caligula and Three Other Plays, 86.

[48] Beauvois, The Second Sex, 655.

[49] Ibid, 678.

[50] Ibid, 77.

[51] Ibid, 42.

[52] Ibid, 94.

[53] Ibid, 50.

[54] Beauvoir, The Second Sex, 172.

[55] Walker, Michelle Boulous, “Love, Ethics, and Authenticity: Beauvoir’s Lesson in What It Means to Read,” Hypatia 25, no. 2 (2010): 334-56.

[56] Sartre, Being and Nothingness, 363.

[57] Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity, 28.