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In the beginning (almost) was Plato: ‘Philosophy begins in wonder.’

If we think we’re up to date in our thinking, there is a good chance that we have been pipped at the post several centuries ago. ‘Philosophy’ was in its infancy when Plato signposted a path but we can just as easily say: ‘Hmmm! Life is an awfully strange can of worms or wonders.’ Separated by time and cultural tides, we are of the same clay as was Plato. ‘He was a man for all that!’ Some of us - if we’ve pretensions to be sentient let alone cerebral - hanker to get to the bottom of profound Mystery, or at any rate what bottom we can delve down to.

Deep down, most of us ARE wondering about many of the deeper questions - but not always in a context that relates to fundamental questions about life. We don’t always put some of the big questions directly to ourselves and find answers without realising their application to fundamentals. We absorb a truth perhaps in a subconscious way.

In the Institute of Reflection under Personal Credos people are asked, without much time to think, what for them is important in life. Almost everyone has an idea of how to answer the question. Almost everyone says something different from the other interviewees. It was churning away in their thoughts if not brought out into the light.

Contemplation

Let’s try to approach Truth. Okay, this quest may tun out to be the only Truth that we can reach.

The ancients may not have put things better than you and I - though often they did so - but, like the friends to whom we often feel closest, they got in there first. Cue in Plato:

‘In philosophy we can be lazily relaxed in both mind and body, and this endangers our well-being. Laziness or mind is a threat to proper philosophising.’

Socrates said with what may seem like unction: ‘the unexamined life is not worth living.’ Surely one does not have to go quite as far as that? There are plenty of achievers who never ask themselves why they are doing what they are doing. It is enough to say that one ought to think carefully about what one is doing.

We don’t want to reinvent the wheel, especially in a square shape. It is often as well to think about what is said by those who think things logically through to a reductio ad absurdum. It is comforting to know that there are professionals on the case. It is in any case not easy to think anything up on this subject that is genuinely ‘new’.

A digression, with apology to professional academics: Philosophy should not be the sole province of ‘the philosopher’. We all have a claim on it. ‘Philosophy’ is a Big Word which can be off-putting. Professional philosophers, true, tend to have a more rigorous or literary way of putting problems and supposed conclusions. If only they see eye to eye with one another! Dress it up as one will, the lack of possibility of our getting to the bottom of some of the Deep Mysteries can be encapsulated by a fellow who says that he simply doesn’t know the answers. It comes to the roughly same thing in the end. In asking the Big Questions the answer may lie in our deeper natures. These natures are within all of us. The quest for truth is nor fuelled by a knowledge of algebra or a familiarity with truths inherent in differential equations. Philosophers have thought deeply about the very things that concern you and me. Some try and go one better; they disguise what they propound in such complexity - Immanuel Kant comes to mind – that we hardly know what they are talking about. Trying to work it out only too easily becomes a substitute for actually thinking about the point at issue. We do not have to agree with Bertrand Russell that: ‘the point of philosophy is to start with something so simple as not to seem worth stating and to end with something so paradoxical that no one will believe it.’

How individual are we?

Should we fight shy of pursuing a thought about ourselves to its logical conclusion, as going a bridge too far (See below point about physicists knowing better than most where to draw the line)?

It may all seem so obvious as to be not worth thinking about, but when one does try to think about it, obviousness seems to regress in a series of distorting mirrors.

Our thinking, by contrast, is the way we notice it, shroud it i words and concepts that we cannot really understand in all their different manifestations. But WHAT is it?

What is our essence?

What, or who, am ‘I’?

Don’t we know ourselves? Don’t we know, ourselves?

What if anything makes me different from everyone else?

Much of what we observe - in both senses of the word - or are likely to observe is about ourselves, not the ‘I’.

Speculation ‘about us’ distracts from seeing and understanding our essential selves.

We are aware, but do not fully see, the ‘eye’, or ‘I’, that is attempting the seeing, and being the awareness, just as the eye cannot see itself. That awareness is different from the consciousness that is producing these thoughts, and what, from depths in our being, produces an intellectualisation of what is going on.

We are looking at ourselves, in this context, as if we are inspecting a phenomenon ‘out there’. An outside eye looking in on a problem - a third party, in a sense - is usually if not always advisable, on the principle including that of ‘a man who would advise himself has a fool for a client!’

We are communal beings, in one sense. Simone Weil writes: ‘A man alone in the world would be paralysed by the vanity of all his projects…but man is not alone.’

Everything we write about ourselves is what we think about ourselves, in communal language, with concepts we have taken into ourselves, that have been taken into what is ‘there’. It is a brew admixed with dreams, hopes and history, all in a sort of mishmash, however neatly we tabulate it, that helps make up our consciousness, with bodily sensations thrown in. We can feel more confident in clubbing together.

The less we stop to think for ourselves, the more we unquestioningly take on ideas of those around us, the more we are a representative and less individualised part of our community.

Some people may be more gregarious than others but much springs from the areas outside conscious ‘thinking’. We know what it is to experience need, material or emotional, and see that need, as well as more esoteric emotions, draws us near to someone for reasons beside ‘Deep calling unto Deep’ or ‘Like being attracted to Like’.
Is there some communal mind, some way in which we are all a part of the wider society in which we live? Jewish people have the idea that reincarnation takes place within the tribe. Is there an ‘England’ such as envisaged by Laurence Binyon?

‘…England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit…’

Language was invented before we were born. Our disposition makes us gravitate to one another. Predisposition makes us feel at one with our tribe or herd. Words of wisdom, prescriptions freighted with truth, expressions of mood or natural reactions, that we hear are seemingly designed for us all. It is rather as if people are speaking to us from inside our own head. Or so it can sound. So much of what we hear and read in psychological ways has a direct relevance and resonance for us. In turn - unless we post a sentinel in our mind sternly charged to watch what escapes our lips - we can talk to others as if talking to our own selves.

So many sayings that come to mind are borrowed from elsewhere if put together in a unique way, or at least tone, and in some perhaps only slightly differentiated way, by each person. If I can be seen as an individual from outside, how do I know that I feel any different from anyone else, let alone that that I am special? This is one of the ways in which we are undifferentiated, with most of us having the same wish to feel distinct as a person.

IF we are the ‘same’ as one another, that may be a comment on the ambiguity of the word ‘same’. It does not mean that we are ‘one and the same’? ‘Same’ may mean ‘identical’, or not. Language, as is so often the case, can mask truth.
We want to be individuals despite our wish to ‘belong’. Winston Churchill said that ‘we are all worms’ and got round his problem of ego, or belief in his manifest destiny, by describing himself as a glowworm.

If the ideas that I have were all generated by others I may have a new synthesis, perhaps, but that is a form of words and doesn’t seem to get at what is actuating me.

The effect on our thinking is only clear up to a point. We usually know it when we experience, say, grief, or love. We can sometimes detect when in the throes of such feeling a slight ache in the region of our hearts; or when we, rarely enough hopefully, are prey to fury and can ‘see red’; is that inner vision or a counterpart of blood rising behind our eyes in what seems to us a mist? I feel sensation in my body, even when at my quietest. Do you? We are observing what is going on but as to understanding it, that is an elusive kettle of fish.

It is the sensation of who we are that, arguably and in large part, demarcates us as individuals. Part of it is ascribable to the sensations in our body. Part of it is the thoughts we have. How to describe it? Is it a thing that could or should be rendered into words? ‘Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s, and to the Lord that which is His.

Most of us think, probably rightly, that we are individuals in our own sentient right. An accentuation or a slight difference here and there does not seem to satisfactorily account for genuine individuality. As A.A. Milne (1882-1956) wrote: ‘The things that make me different are the things that make me.’

Maybe we were ‘thinkers’ at the very start but then life overlaid this tendency?

Digression: The fact that we cannot see or reach certain concepts does not mean that they do not exist. Bertrand Russell’s hypothesised teapot that orbits the sun might have been too small to be seen but ‘Absence of evidence’ does not mean ‘Evidence of absence.’

Have we lost touch with deeper nature through an overlay of ‘sophisticated’ culture?

A stern Cartesian thinker who only holds with what we can see and touch may have little to with what is below.

Past thinkers, even if without the tools of knowledge at modern disposal, could anticipate such counter-intuitive situations as where past, present and future are mixed up. The chorus in Oedipus at Colonus singled out for blessing those who have never been born.

Some who make a study of particularly Eastern traditions believe that we return after life on earth to a universal spirit that is aside from corporeal identity altogether.

Lao Tsu in the 6th or 5th century BC felt that human beings do not stand apart from the natural surroundings. Nature is one unified whole. A few differences in language, but the basic idea is much the same.

Why must remote tribal people be in closer touch than urban man with their nature, as some people assume? They do have the time and opportunity to commune with Nature and no need to grapple with our computerised society. They may be closer to one aspect of their nature than us. Does that make their nature more authentic than ours, more recognisably at one with Nature? The spirituality of a Western spiritual retreat from the everyday world by those who see a need for it may reflect about what is going on in the deeps of our nature as much as living one’s life in Nature. It may be begging the question to say that the insights of Tribal Man unlike those of Urban Man are not blurred by the decoy of rational thought. Rationality is part of man’s nature as well. An ‘outsight’ - to coin a neologism - is not to weigh all human abilities in the balance. How far does the concentration of a ‘tribal man’ on what is ‘within him’ - according to reports that he may see it with the plant-based aids that after experiment over long periods of time are said to produce inner truth, They may stopper his properly accessing realms of, say, his own personalised inspiration and creativity? There are two views on that. The world of the mystic and the tribalist, both less affected by ‘rationalist thinking’, may have much in common. Some people in the West go on drugs to find themselves or take Allen Ginsberg’s advice: ‘Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.’

Digression: Some people into cultist meditation, especially if they are following a wish rather than being suited by temperament to the objective - may try too hard to reach enlightenment. The mere fact of trying to attain a Nirvana-like state in such a way may lead them to overlook what is in front of their eyes.

If one tries to uplift oneself to realms ethereal, can one plausibly believe that one somehow can shed the physical apparatus that makes one hum along in life all but unconscious of a billion ‘piston-hammers’ that makes the bodily ‘machine’ tick?

There are those who think that, when we are in deep and dreamless sleep, we are part of a shared identity rather than individualised vessels. Are we individual on the surface but can be ‘likened to different glass jars that are all lit from the same sun’, as Roy Maunder thinks. Is this metaphor valid and, if so, are we individualised only by the different shapes of the ‘jar’?

One answer is to the question of who we are, au fond, is that we are in essentially in that zone, that sub-conscious, that wellspring, which is driving us – a fertile zone in which are creativities and imagination. We cannot explain these abilities and have to rest content with their parallels or explanations in spheres like physics and biology.

Wherein lies the root, or root cause, of our impulsions? Can we know what it is, other than seeing it is there? Knowledge, and knowing, are different. The observer of oneself, which is oneself, is not all of oneself. What is the trigger within the author of this piece that has loosed off these words? It presumably has been working all the time, cocked for action. At any moment, though not conscious of it per se directly, but aware as if a third party might be aware, it is clear that there is a vast hinterland of memories, etc. We ‘know’ the exhilaration of doing what we are born to do. In a less obtrusive way, we feel we know when something seems right to us.

It is said that in poetry is a kernel of what we are in a spiritual sense. Allusiveness is all; a poet might get closer to what is our essence. In the realm of vague longings and feelings, here is Shelley, in Adonais:

The One remains, the many change and pass,
Heaven’s light forever shines, Earths shadows fly;
Life, like a dome of many colour’d glass,
Stains the white radiance of Eternity.

The elliptical or allusive way we come by our knowledge of these matters was overtly stated by Kierkegaard: ‘the most important truths cannot be communicated directly.’

Lao Tsu says: ‘I do not know its name. I call it Tao.’ There was an apocryphal hippy who with much effort and high hopes went to Tibet to meet a wise seer, only to be told life is ‘like a fountain’. This story has many variants; life for instance can be ‘like a big fish’. The formula implies that the secret of life is clothed in enigma but of great depth. Maybe the simple fact is that we don’t like to admit where the boundary of language ends and the world of deep meaning begins? Neither ‘existence’ nor ‘essence’ can be pinned down meaningfully other than in the form of a roundabout linguistic way.

Here are some lines from Hemal Jayasuriya that can be found in the Institute of Reflection.

In the evening sky. Dining Philosophers get up
Restlessly stride up and down corridors, loiter
Around, unable to know the deeps
Of Mind and Consciousness driving them, now, for
Two thousand years.

Where is the area spiritually within us where the happening is taking place?

How can we think afresh, or clearly, about the core of our being?

We are multi-dimensional and, if so, there can be more than one heart in the makeup of what we are.

There is this potential within us that we know is there and is only activated at certain times under certain stimuli. It is the doing of it, the results of seed growth, not the seed itself, the vast hinterland, about which we are particularly conscious.

What is it that conveys an ‘essence’?

Some would argue that all this proves is that Herr Schrӧdinger is an optimist.

G.E. Moore, with an aim of pinning things down to reality, looked askance at the idealism of his lecturer, McTaggart, who believed in ‘time being unreal’.

“Are you telling me. Jack, that I didn’t have my breakfast before I had my lunch?”

What could G.E. Moore say to the quantum physicist of today who maintains that time is an illusion tailor-made for man, no doubt an excellent framework for human experience but not reality, objectively speaking, other than as seen by much of humankind. On this reading, the future and past may be imbedded in the present.

What can we think we can be sure about?

Concepts are at one of the hearts of the matter.

The language of rationality can only go so far, it seems. Probing deeper mysteries was not its’ primary purpose. It presumably evolved partly to help enable man to face challenges of a practical nature rather than plumb the mysterious deeps.
Concepts can be are tried and tested but circumstances can be new can upend them. There is hardly a concept that is not subject to challenge. We need concepts even if wrong as a starting point. We can get rid of them after due thought, as a ladder can be thrown down after use.

There is no prescription for how to comport ourselves in the world, let alone a mental construct that seems on view which can takes us to a clear understanding about the underlying substance that makes us walk, talk and think. In the Old Testament, even the Deity only appears in a cloud.

There is rarely a ‘one size fits all’ straitjacket. Why presuming on anything much being 100% right or 100% wrong. A driver in our way of thinking is a misplaced ‘binary approach’; as in he is ‘a good actor’; she is ‘a bad politician’. We know and we too easily forget that almost always there is a grey area.

If we are a Jain, say, we may think long and hard before treading on a bee. All life, to us, is sacred. What about a Jain who believes in the transmigration of souls from some previous incarnation? One might be treading on the earthly reincarnation of Hitler and feel that he deserves the crunch! There is no end of suchlike examples: if, say, you believe like William Blackstone that ‘it is better than ten guilty men go free than one innocent suffer’, it may land you in hot water with utilitarians. Is Jeremy Bentham’s ‘greatest happiness of the greatest number’ a rule of thumb for the best society? That way, the mire beckons.

The same words can be used to describe each of our experiences but that does not prove that you and I undergo the same sensations. Our own lives assign different weights and meanings to even the simplest concepts.

People speak of ‘Daddy’, say, but the word can mean something so different to an abused child than to loved ones.

How to define our need to share with one another?

A caution: Proceed with care if we have confidence in our opinions. We can stand tall on our judgments but, equally, the heavy weight of public censure may make us liable to feelings of doubt when doing so. Careful thought can damp the tide of our insecurity, and back up our opinions with ‘Strength through carefulness’.

A digression: Given this common humanity of ours, we might take pride in Artificial Intelligence? True, it might be subject to misuse, like all inventions. It has come out of communal endeavour. Picture the relief we might feel on an alien planet faced by some monster of the outer deep on beholding a robot riding to our rescue.

Familiarity breeds contempt

There can be a great deal of truth in platitudes, wise old saws but, by familiarity, we tend to skate over their valuable insights. ‘Familiarity breeds contempt!’ We are so familiar with ourselves, as well as platitudes, that we are inclined to treat our very being with irreverence. The truth does not have to dazzle. It may be homely.

Familiarity with oddness makes oddness familiar. It is a perspective of Gurdjieff in ‘Beelzebub's Tales to His Grandson’. The protagonist struggles with the bizarreness of most human customs. How would they look to an extraterrestrial parachuted onto planet earth without the baggage of hand-me-downs in conventions and concepts, sayings and mantras, by which we live our lives?

Is there one truth or system that is sufficient to explain the Mystery?

The philosopher, Avicenna, who lived in Bukhara in the tenth century, sought a way of unifying all our explanations of the world. And Schopenhauer later wrote:

‘To repeat the whole nature of the world abstractly, universally and distinctly in concepts, and thus to store up, as it were, a reflected image of it in permanent concepts always at the command of reason; this and nothing else is philosophy.’
This theory - the uncharitable might say - begins in seriousness but can end in the farce implied in the title of Julian Barnes’ ‘A History of the World in Ten and a Half Chapters’.

To reiterate: There can be more than one heart in the makeup of what we are, and what is. We are multi-dimensional.

We build on what we have experienced. Experience and heredity, nature and nurture, chronologically come first. It is ground much forked over by philosophers. Jean-Paul Sartre put it: ‘Existence precedes essence’, an approach also of Joseph Hume:

‘What can we make of our belief that physical objects exist when we lack experiences? What can we make of the continuing self?
What is the ‘I’, the self, when I have memories of what ‘I’ did?’

Our existence is ‘who we are’ is a starting point from which much follows.

What does that really tell us? Is it a neat form of words with which we swaddle what is an unknowable riddle to give us the comfort that we have somehow penetrated to the nub of a question when in reality we have only defined that which it isn’t.

Some philosophers like Hanah Arendt start from a basic truth: we are what we are.

Inheritance determines our actions and thinking, alongside choices we have made and the lessons we have been taught. A check list of influences helps us form a neat table of what we are but it is only representational. It does not get to the bottom of it. One of the reasons that we would like to know more about these matters is that words may satisfy an impulse within us toward ...neatness. Neatness and the wish for freedom are among categories in a framework, or labels, that cover a polyglot of jostling ideas. It may be salutary to make a list of the ‘drives’ within us that fuel our curiosity about such matters, but it would still just be ‘about’ what makes us tick.

We quaff the bromide of words and, philosophers aside, even don’t always ask of them that they are as precise, let alone helpful, as they seem. Further, an answer may be more of a question; a ‘solution’ more tangled that the initial conundrum. Language here might mirror the confusing world in which we live.

It is reminiscent of the tightrope that devout Christians can walk when considering whether salvation might be the due of a non-Christian who acts in a Christian way.

Philosophy comes in many guises

Having the right attitude to life is a basic sine qua non.

Philosophy is everywhere if you keep your eyes open.

As seen, we do not have to have tested all arguments and counter-arguments and their ramifications to arrive at the right path. A concentration on it as a chosen subject may render one less inclined to look for philosophy in other mediums.

It is often the ideas behind the action that have been the prime mover in progress, or at least change. In ‘Making the Weather’, Sir Vernon Bogdanor analyses the effect that six politicians had on the Britain’s body politic, none of whom held the highest offices of state. The idea can be found in Shelley’s view of ‘poets being the unacknowledged legislators of the world’. There is a chapter in ‘In a Dangerous Field’, the story of the European-Atlantic Group, where the speeches of illustrious politicians are filleted for their philosophies in life. Nuggets are buried in discourses about politics. Here is General John Galvin talking about NATO in 1987:

‘I remind you of the words of the Greek philosopher, Heraclites; ’An invisible bond is stronger than a visible one.’

Iris Murdoch and Simone de Beauvoir have their place in the world of philosophy but thought of themselves primarily as novelists.

We are entitled to ask ourselves the key questions in life and to arrive at our best conclusions. We are entitled to revisit our prejudices. We may have made up our minds but we should always keep an open mind. Carruthers, in Childers’ novel, had made up his mind about the mother-in-law of his friend but then, on considering his view, saw her in a different light though she was acting much as he had always known her:

‘I saw strength (where before I had seen) obstinacy, courage (where before I had seen) recklessness.’

Knowledge that we do not fully know, in the deepest sense, so much, is at the root of some of the earliest thinking. A seemly humility is rightly enjoined on us. Peter Cave - whose work ‘How to Think Like a Philosopher’ is a major text for the thinking in this piece - observes:

‘Sometimes we may know things that we did not know we knew. In both cases there is value in reflecting, thinking further, and even trying things out.’

We understand things in a way that we do not fully comprehend.

The Obvious or the Known sometimes repays thinking about.

Are we closer to uncovering anything meaningful if we consider the following words of Wittgenstein?

‘The solution of the riddle of life is that space and time lie outside space and time.’

It might seem that a truth has been speared, a riddle solved, allowing us to feel satisfied on a cursory glance. Or is it a clever-clever formula, a catch-all label, for an idea that is fundamentally beyond us, especially given that Wittgenstein was writing before people in the main drew conclusions from the opacities of quantum science? Does his ‘solution’ guide us to a purportedly safe harbour in any but the sense Alice B. Toklas had in mind: ‘When you have got there, there is no there there!’

Are we being drawn into little more than a semantic game that even players do not see that they are playing? Bertrand Russell once said of Wittgenstein’s philosophy that it ‘became at best a slight help to lexicographer.’ We are given no end of words, analogies. In Alan Jay Lerner’s My Fair Lady a lady unrequited in love sings: ‘All I get is words, words, words! …SHOW me!’ In that ditty what in part miffs this lady, played by Julie Andrews, is the English attitude of not showing emotion that goes hand-in-hand with a typical British reticence about giving tongue to deeper thought.

Is there, on the other hand, something wise abut Wittgenstein’s formula? We should ideally arrive at an understanding in our own way, having first acquired sufficient of the facts on which to make some sort of judgement. Speculation about the eternal verities, in terms of purpose, is primarily a quest for an understanding rather than an academic discipline. If so, perhaps we can rest content with justifiable generality.

Sometimes, bypassing bright perceptive thinking, consciousness allows nuggets or gristle to drop into our deeps. We absorb them into that deep reservoir or library in our minds which consciousness is constantly referencing. They become part of us. Perhaps not the very deepest part.

A digression: So much that is brought out into the light had its growth in the dark. The so-called Dark Ages in Europe are now being seen in some quarters as the fomenting ground of all that came later. In cosmological terms, Robert Hazen writing recently for the Templeton Foundation, is among scientists who are proponents of ‘Evolution before life’. This refers to ‘a universal chemical evolution that spans billions of years and comprises all possible space in the universe. This hypothesis argues that life emerged gradually as molecules evolved from simplicity to complexity, undergoing selections until reaching biological functions.’ 

Perhaps what might helpfully scratch at the surface of the question is some sort of explanation of why we might not be able to answer the question. We’ll ‘feel better’ if we can understand something at least of why we can’t understand.

What can we learn about ourselves from the animal world?

Experiments seem to show that when chimpanzees in the northern hemisphere have learned a trick taught them by animal behaviourists, then chimps in the southern hemisphere suddenly show a tendency to perform the same trick. This argues for there being a Communal Mind into which we can all tap. It lessens any claim we might make as regards our uniqueness, save in a relatively superficial sense.

‘We all have different pieces of that infinite puzzle called reality and we should put them together to make sense of it.’

The Lord is said to have regard for the meanest of creatures: ‘the fall of a sparrow is a significant event.’ It is an example of how the scriptures - in metaphor at least - have a reality in a sphere of morality as well as eternality. Humankind produced by enlarge much the same read-out on the fundamentals of life as well as the small change of everyday interactions whenever it has been situated. In the ancient world, without means of communication across the globe, humankind reaches out towards a sublime Being, a creator albeit imperfectly understanding this Source.