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Sunday, October 11, 2020

Simon Pergande Midterm Essay

 

Midterm Essay, Simon Pergande, 10/11/20

Sitting at a round marble table coated with linear patterns of black and white squares I sat waiting amidst the loneliness of an abandoned yet magnificent park ground. I turn to see remnants of old swings, benches, and playgrounds stood still, overtaken by natures branches and vines that wrapped around any structure to be found. When I turn back towards the table, Nigel Warburton approaches the table, adjusting his glasses as well as the sleeves of his casual black suit as he crosses his hands with a business tone. Kurt Anderson, with a similar appearance of a black suit adorned with the addition of a striped mahogany tie rapidly approaches the table and joins the table with a quick and hasty manner seeming determined to hop into conversation with quick wit. Finally, Julian Baggini, with a calm and collected self-essence as expressed through his brown jacket and grey button-up breaking the ice with, “Good evening gentlemen”. Everyone acknowledges with a nod. I start off the meeting with a set of two questions for the determined men to reason upon:

(1). "Do you think philosophy can help people learn to respect truth, facts, reality, and one another, and to reject falsehood, superstition, selfishness, polarization, partisanship, and mutual hostility based on differences of race, religion, ethnicity, nationality, belief, etc.? If so, how? If not, why not?

(2). “How would you answer William James's "really vital question for us all: What is this world going to be? What is life eventually to make of itself?

Kurt Andersen, author of Fantasyland, springs in to answer the question: Philosophy can certainly pull Americans out of the “long temporary detour”; “If we’re on a bender, suffering the effects of guzzling too much fantasy cocktail for too long, if that’s why we’re stumbling, manic and hysterical, mightn’t we somehow sober up and recover?” (FL 11). It can help for sure but with the way that Americans have become ingrained with the idea of post-fact thinking, the challenge is real. Reality is questionable, facts are altered, truth is malleable, selfishness leads to mutual hostility as we have seen progress in America for too long. If we are willing to change for the better, we must turn away from the rising peak of Fantasyland and hope that our nation regains balance and composure (FL 440). To answer William James’s question, we can only hope that life makes itself into a truthful coexistence of humans across all races, sexes, religions, ethnicities, nationalities, and beliefs. If this can happen…the world will truly become less partisan, less polarized, and more balanced.

 

Julian Baggini, with charm and composure proceeds to answer the question: Philosophy, as old as human civilizations, is the foundation of cultures across the globe. Our philosophies with regards to the world, whether recognized or not, play a significant role in our lives. To respect one another, and to minimize mutual hostility, we must get to know each other. “Getting to know others required avoiding the twin dangers of overestimating either how much we have in common or how much divides us. Our shared humanity and the perennial problems of life mean that we can always learn from and identify with the thoughts and practices of others, no matter how alien they might at first appear.” (HWT 19). What is the world going to be and what will life make of itself? Well, it is hard to say but it is possible to say that world, through more complex interactions that continue evolving, will come to understand others better over time and we may see more positive interactions to come.

 

Nigel Warburton, author of A Little History of Philosophy, positively chimes in: Philosophy is an amazing basis for the discussions of truth and reality and will bring humans closer together for a discussion as the such that is had at this very marble table. The way that Socrates engaged in conversation with all those who would speak with him, to the way Aristotle wondered about eudaimonia is how we can come closer together. From A Little History of Philosophy, the conclusion statement reads: “Philosophy began with awkward questions and difficult challenges; with gadfly philosophers like Peter Singer around, there is a good chance that the spirit of Socrates will continue to shape its future.” (LH 245). Hopefully the world will be a table of discussion, consisting of multiple people representing a broad range of perspectives, speaking to one another with a fashion that will make the world a place we will all be happy to live in.

 

And so, the 3 philosophers and I sat at the table chatting away as we enjoyed the peace and serenity of the world around us. A world crawling with life, memory, joy, and humanity.

 

 

Nigel Warburton: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxssJsm_2so

Kurt Andersen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_lozqi8u4E&t=171s

Julian Baggini: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hJTpmYsWQSo

Saturday, October 10, 2020

Questions Oct 12-15

Remember: in addition to your regular weekly essay and comments, your midterm blogposts are also due this week.

Oct 12/13
LH
  • What do you think of James's squirrel story? Do you agree with his point? 165
  • Have you ever resolved an argument by getting everyone to clarify what they actually meant?
  • Do you think Peirce's definition of truth is a good one? 166 If not, how would you define it?
  • Was Bertrand Russell right about James's theory of truth? 168
  • If true ideas "work," do they need to work for everyone? What if they only work for one person? Is "true for me" an oxymoron or a contradiction in terms?
  • Was Richard Rorty right about how to think about the relation between words and the world? 169
  • What did Nietzsche mean by "God is dead"?
  • Was Nietzsche right about "Christian values"? 173
  • Is the idea of an "Ubermensch" compatible with democracy, in light of what Nigel finds "a bit worrying"? 174
  • Do we have to choose between the ideas of Nietzsche and Kant? 175
  • Is Freud's "unconscious" real? Did he in fact "discover" it, or invent the idea of it? Is it a useful concept? 177
  • Is psychoanalysis the only or the best "talking cure"? 178
  • Was Freud unhealthily obsessed with sex and sexual imagery? 179
  • Was Freud right about why (some) people believe in God? 180
  • Was Karl Popper's criticism of Freudian psychoanalysis good? 181
FL
  • What do you think of "the takeaway"? 190
  • Would you have voted to give Charles Tart tenure? 195
  • Are "ecstatic spiritualism" and "fundamentalist evangelical holy-rolling Christianity" drug-substitutes? 199
  • Is the time ripe for another conspiratorial/apocalyptic bestseller like The Late, Great Planet Earth? 206
  • Is there currently a religious leader with the "moderate" reputation of the late Billy Graham, deserved or not?207

HWT
  • Do we need heroes? Saviors? 268 Who are yours?
  • In The Second Mountain, the sequel to The Road to Character (269), David Brooks says when he wrote The Road to Character "I was still enclosed in the prison of individualism... I no longer believe that character formation is mostly an individual task... I now think good character is a by-product of giving yourself away." Do you think MLK Jr., Gandhi, Mandela, and other heroic icons, did that? What does it mean to build your character by "giving yourself away"?
  • Must a "gentleman" be "a member of the ruling upper classes"? 
  • Is it better toi be a gentleman (gentleperson) or an exemplary person?
  • Must you choose between persons and "positions"? 270
  • Should prominent scholars be active public figures, and vice versa? 271
  • Why do so many American politicians try so hard not to appear to be "intellectuals" but rather "populists"?
  • Corrupt politicians are tolerated in China if they get things done. 272 Is that now true in America as well?
  • Are Nordic nations now the most admired societies today? 274
  • Is there anything more important than being honorable? 278
  • Are riches and honor currently shameful in America, or should they be? 
  • What does "liberation" mean to you? How does it relate to "pleasure in this life"? 283
  • What does it mean to be "free from your body while still alive"? 284
  • Can you be "indifferent to wealth" without rejecting it? 287
  • Should you be "a friend of the world"? 288



 




Robert Richardson's terrific James biography... Richardson speaking at the 2010 Chocorua James conference (YouTube)... Peirce's pragmatic maxim (in Richardson)... The pragmatic attitude (in Menand's Metaphysical Club... James on The Sentiment of Rationality and The Dilemma of Determinism...John Kaag, Hiking With Nietzsche (Longreads book excerpt)... Falling Out With Superman (nyt-on Nietzsche)... a skeptical critique of Freud... Story Corps at Thanksgiving... Should frats be scrapped?

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Falling Out With Superman
Istumbled upon Friedrich Nietzsche when I was 17, following the usual trail of existential candies -- Camus, Sartre, Beckett -- that unsuspecting teenagers find in the woods. The effect was more like a drug than a philosophy. I was whirled upward -- or was it downward? -- into a one-man universe, a secret cult demanding that you put a gun to the head of your dearest habits and beliefs. That intoxicating whiff of half-conscious madness; that casually hair-raising evisceration of everything moral, responsible and parentally approved -- these waves overwhelmed my adolescent dinghy. And even more than by his ideas -- many of which I didn't understand at all, but some of which I perhaps grasped better then than I do now -- I was seduced by his prose. At the end of his sentences you could hear an electric crack, like the whip of a steel blade being tested in the air. He might have been the Devil, but he had better lines than God.
I was sold. Like those German soldiers in World War I who were found dead with copies of ''Thus Spake Zarathustra'' in their pockets, I hauled my tattered purple-covered copy of the Viking Portable Nietzsche with me everywhere. It was with me when I dropped out of college after a semester to go work in a shipyard, with me years later when, sitting on a knoll on a tiny island off Vancouver, I decided to wake up from my dream of total escape and go back to school. I read him to elevate myself, to punish myself, to remind myself of the promises I had broken. He was the closest thing I had to a church.
Eventually, I stopped going to church. There were various reasons for this, some of them good and some of them not; I couldn't sort out which was which then, and can't now. Maybe it was just satiation. The philosopher John Searle once told me that reading Nietzsche was like drinking cognac -- a sip was good, but you didn't want to drink the whole bottle. I'd been pounding Nietzsche by the case.
So I left Nietzsche alone on his mountaintop. But as every lapsed believer knows, you never wholly escape the church. Nietzsche had come to stand for something absolute and pure, like gilded Byzantium or Ahab's whale; he represented what I imagined I might have been. He had become a permanent horizon.
Oddly, during this long, strange love affair, I avoided learning much about Nietzsche's life. Maybe this was because I had turned him into a shrine -- after all, totems have no history. I knew only the superficials: that he was a desperately lonely man, poor and largely unread, plagued by bad health, who went mad at the age of 44.
Then, last summer, I planned a trip to Switzerland. As a highlight, I decided to visit Sils-Maria -- the small village near St. Moritz where Nietzsche spent seven summers and wrote many of his masterpieces. The tourist soon won out over the iconoclast: now that I was going to stand where the Master stood, I couldn't pretend I didn't care about how he lived, what people he liked, what he wore. So I immersed myself in various biographical accounts: ''Nietzsche in Turin,'' Lesley Chamberlain's psychologically penetrating book about the philosopher's final year; Ronald Hayman's challenging ''Nietzsche: A Critical Life''; and a book that only a Nietzsche cultist would consume, ''The Good European: Nietzsche's Work Sites in Word and Image.''
It wasn't the grand narrative of his life but the details that stayed with me. The joke photograph in which he and his friend Paul Ree posed in a cart over which Lou Salome, the 21-year-old woman with whom he was timidly, desperately in love, held a whip. Nietzsche in the Caligari-shadowed last days of his sanity, once again turning himself into a character in an unhappy novel, lamenting that a journey was ''perhaps the most unfortunate I have made'' simply because he had climbed aboard the wrong train. The fact that he liked ''Tom Sawyer.'' The solicitude of an old female friend who tried to buck him up but was unable to teach him not to let everything wound him. The visitor who simply reported how much he liked Herr Nietzsche, the lonely, earnest professor with the bad eyes.
This wasn't the Nietzsche I remembered. The philosopher I had worshiped was an uncanny hybrid, simultaneously a terrifying Old Testament prophet and a 19th-century free spirit. To be sure, much of Nietzsche -- maybe the best of him -- was as lucid, critical and quick-footed as Stendhal. Yet it was the monstrous doctrines at the heart of his thought -- the Overman, the Eternal Recurrence -- that had drawn me; they hypnotized me because I couldn't figure out whether they were coming from man or some frightening gospel. Now that I understood how much of Nietzsche's work was an attempt to turn his personal torment into something lasting, I realized that perhaps those enigmatic pronouncements were best seen not as antitruths handed down from on high, but as words he whispered to himself, beacons he lighted in the darkness to cheer himself up. What was great in Nietzsche was not, I began to see, his holiness, maybe not even his wisdom. It was his courage.
Then I went to Sils.
Sils-Maria is a bland one-horse resort village under spectacular mountains between two crystalline lakes. Terminally respectable Swiss burghers polish their vacation homes; tourists (''They climb mountains like animals, stupid and sweating,'' Nietzsche wrote) fill the hotels. The Nietzsche-Haus stands near the center. In his day it was a tea and spice shop whose owner rented an upstairs room to Nietzsche; now it is a museum. In front of the tidy white-and-green building stands a sculpture of a large black eagle -- one of the companions that consoled Zarathustra in his last loneliness. On a gray afternoon I pulled open the door and climbed the stairs to his room.
No one was there. I looked in. A small, low-ceilinged room, walls of knotty pine. A lumpy-looking bed. A small table with a green silk cover. A washbasin. A single window, looking out onto a patch of the forest.
We go to literary shrines to touch things. We run our fingers along the writing table, we furtively step over the red velvet rope and finger the water jug by the edge of the bed. Yet to feel the pedestal is to call the very idea of the pedestal into question. Which is why there is something comic in all pilgrimages: while Don Quixote holds loftily forth, Sancho Panza steals the ashtray.
But as I ran my fingertips along the knotty pine, it all rose up: the indelible words that had been created here; the misery of the man who had shivered out his life in this room; and all the years I had spent charting my course by a dream. Standing outside in the hallway, I was surprised to find myself beginning to weep, like the most breast-heaving pilgrim.
A familiar voice, very old and once sacred to me, protested. I could not pity Nietzsche. It was a betrayal of everything he had believed. He had railed against pity. Compassion was for the hearth-huddlers, the followers, those who lacked the strength to turn themselves into ''dancing stars.'' The last temptation of the higher man, Nietzsche had taught, was pity; on its far side was a roaring, Dionysian, inhuman laughter.
I could recite this chapter and verse, but I had never been able to live it. It was the most alien and terrifying of Nietzsche's teachings. Still, long reverence pulled me up short. Here, of all places, I must feel no pity.
But my heart won the war. Maybe it was resignation -- the final acceptance that I was not going to forge myself into a new shape. Maybe it was weariness with a doctrine, with all doctrines, that sounded delirious but that couldn't be used. Whatever it was, I stopped fighting. Yes, part of Nietzsche would always stand far above the tree line, and I would treasure that iciness. But I had to walk on the paths where I could go.
Still confused, I stood in the doorway. And then, as a gift, the following words came into my head, words spoken by Zarathustra to his disciples, disciples that Nietzsche himself never had. ''You revere me; but what if your reverence tumbles one day? Beware lest a statue slay you. You say you believe in Zarathustra? But what matters Zarathustra? . . . Now I bid you lose me and find yourselves; and only when you have all denied me will I return to you.''
I took a last look at the room. Then I walked out the door. 

NYT... Gary Kamiya is executive editor of the online magazine Salon.com.
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by John Kaag  (excerpt)
I often tell my students that philosophy saved my life. And it’s true. But on that first trip to Sils-Maria—on my way to Piz Corvatsch—it nearly killed me. It was 1999, and I was in the process of writing a thesis about genius, insanity, and aesthetic experience in the writings of Nietzsche and his American contemporary Ralph Waldo Emerson. On the sheltered brink of my twenties, I’d rarely ventured beyond the invisible walls of central Pennsylvania, so my adviser pulled some administrative strings and found a way for me to escape. At the end of my junior­ year he handed me an unmarked envelope—inside was a check for three thousand dollars. “You should go to Basel,” he suggested, probably knowing full well that I wouldn’t stay there.
Basel was a turning point, a pivot between Nietzsche’s early conventional life as a scholar and his increasingly erratic existence as Europe’s philosopher-poet. He had come to the city in 1869 as the youngest tenured faculty member at the University of Basel. In the ensuing years he would write his first book, The Birth of Tragedy, in which he argued that the allure of tragedy was its ability to harmonize the two competing urges of being human: the desire for order and the strange but undeniable longing for chaos. When I arrived in Basel, still a teenager, I couldn’t help thinking that the first of these drives—an obsessive craving for stability and reason that Nietzsche termed “the Apollonian”—had gotten the better of modern society.
The train station in Basel is a model of Swiss precision—beautiful people in beautiful clothes glide through a grand­ atrium to meet trains that never fail to run on time. Across the street stands a massive cylindrical skyscraper, home to the Bank for International Settlements (BIS), the most powerful financial institution in the world. I exited the station and ate my breakfast outside the bank as a throng of well-suited Apollos vanished inside on their way to work. “The educated classes,” Nietzsche explained, “are being swept along by a hugely contemptible money economy.” The prospects for life in modern capitalist society were lucrative but nonetheless bleak: “The world has never been so worldly, never poorer in love and goodness.” (continues)
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Peirce & James, LISTEN: Robert Talisse on Pragmatism (PB)... Podcast... Also see "On a Certain Blindness in Human Beings" and "Sentiment of Rationality/Dilemma of Determinism"

The essence of belief is the establishment of a habit; and different beliefs are distinguished by the different modes of action to which they give rise.
Charles Sanders Peirce's quote #1 

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Oct 14/15

NO ZOOM MEETING TODAY, focus on your midterm blog post and weekly essay/comments

#WorldMentalHealthDay

It's #WorldMentalHealthDay. To raise awareness of mental health issues around the world and mobilize efforts in support of mental health, we turn to the words of William James. https://t.co/mgIMrB4dIR
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