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As I see it being sad at 'the world' is a waste of time. It is not the world's
fault that it is being raped by mankind and
some of the other life-forms that inhabit
its land and sea-surface. But it is not the
techne nor the technicians that we should
rail against, but humanity in general [aside
that is for people like you and I and many
others who are appalled at this vandalism.]
Man floods a valley or redirects a river
for his own purposes. The elephant uproots
plants and bushes, whilst other fauna chew
at and remove the bark of trees and by doing
so kill them. By and large we do not criticise
the animals for the destruction of nature
they cause, nor do we criticise the bindweed
which chokes the orchid. What man is doing
- his violence, his despoilation, his reification
- is natural to man, for man is a natural
violater, a natural despoiler, a natural
reifier.
If there is anything to be sad about it is
humankind, not 'the insensate world,' nor
is it the animals which crap in our freshwater
ponds towards which we should attribute our
angst. We should keep things in perspective.
Which is worst, a suicide bomber killing
50 people [who are also a part of 'phusis']
and destroying half of a historic mosque,
the escape of chemicals in India poisoning,
killing and maiming thousands, or the 'act
of nature' or 'God,' which is a tsunami killing
thousands and destroying the landscape for
thousands of square miles?
In my opinion the worst of the major acts
of pollution and major environmental damage
are caused by particularly greedy and obnoxious
people, but the masses who remain quiescent
and let it all happen are in a way similarly
guilty. Most people only demonstrate about
environmental vandalism if it happens on
their own doorstep and the moon is far away.
Those who DO demonstrate against such things
need to be praised and not vilified as they
are often treated by the media - particularly
if the media magnates involved have financial
stakes in developments which they often do.
As far as the moon is concerned - it is already
a dead world, so does it REALLY matter if
they strip-mine certain areas of its surface.
We can't even see it anyway without the assistance
of high-powered telescopes or camera-bearing
satellites? If one is to be sad - better
to be sad at the propensity of man to reify
and to objectify moral and intellectual concepts,
principles, actions and ideas as encumbering
dross and to take them and hold to them as
absolutes. 'Reification,' then, is what one
should be sad about if one must be, and it
is indeed sad that those who are prone to
sadness are usually those sadsacks who are
the worst reifiers of what is unreal into
a putative
'reality' - which may be classified as follows:
(1) The conceptual reification of perceptual
reality; ('Being, mind, consciousness, etc.)
(2) The hypostasization of the relational
into the existential;
(Distance, temperature, circumstances, events,
time, love etc.)
(3) The projection of the fictitious
into
concrete reality;
(Patriotism, Number, God, Faith, etc.)
(4) The transposition of the
merely subjective
into the objective;
(Causation, effect, destiny,
fate)
(5) The interpretation of the
particular
and relative as general and universal;
('Existence' rather than 'That which exists' etc.)
(6) The assertion of the problematic
as self-evident;
(Take your pick of any abstract
noun you
care to mention) |
There is no such thing as 'Being.' Yes I KNOW the so-called 'continental philosophers' never make the claim that: 'Being' actually exists, but transcendentalists
often talk about and introduce the concept
AS IF IT DID and 'concepts' do not exist
either - only the human conceptualiser exists.
The existential claim:
'Field-mice exist,' for example, can be understood as making
the instantiation claim: ''The concept fieldmouse is instantiated.' Accordingly, the sentence does not predicate
the existence of individual fieldmice;
it
predicates the instantiation of the
concept 'fieldmouse.'
Regarding negative general
existentials which is exactly what the transcendentalists
always claim when they deny the actual existence
of 'Being' and say: 'Being does not exist.' they generate a true sentence that cannot
possibly be about 'Being,' for the
simple
reason that as they continually claim: 'There isn't any 'Being.' On a generous syntactic analysis of the claim
by assigning a constituent structure
to the
sentence (parsing) it is about the
concept
'Being', and it says of this concept
'Being'
- that it has no instances.
Given the truth of the sentence:
'Being' does not exist,' 'Being' cannot be taken as naming 'Being.'
Since 'Being' has meaning, imparting
as it
does to the meaning of the true sentence,
'Being does not exist,' and since 'Being' lacks a nominatum, the
meaning of 'Being' is not realised by its
reference: it retains a sense whether or
not it has a referent. So, with Lord Russell
we may analyse 'Being does not exist' as:
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'It is not the case that there exists an
x such that x is the 'Being' of Heideggerian transcendental philosophy.'
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What we have accomplished
in fact, is to treat the abstract
nominal
'Being'' as a predicate and read the
negative
general existential claim as a denial
that
this predicate applies to anything.

But do not be
sad and don't lose hope - 'The Aunt Sally Man' commeth!
When I was a lad in Liverpool, an old
man
with a wheelbarrow used to come round
the
streets selling 'Aunt Sally' [a caustic liquid soap which the women used
to wash their steps] 'Aunt Salleeeee! he would cry, 'Aunt Salleeeeee! The Aunt Sally was used with an oblong, brick-like,
abrasive stone, for the working-class women
of those days used to scrub their front steps
right down to the edge of the pavement. The
poor ones who could not afford the 'step-stone' used to pinch cobs of sandstone from the
spoil of recently dug graves in the local
cemetery.
Some of these poorer woman used to
ask him
if they could have some Aunt Sally
'on tick' ['on account' until his next visit]
'On tick!! On tick!!' he would yell, 'There is no such
thing as "On Tick.'
'I exist!' he would shout, slapping his chest,
'You exist! he would add,
'The handcart and the Aunt Sally
exist - but as far as I am concerned:
'On Tick' doesn't.' |
It was said that he had experienced
terrible
scenes of slaughter in hand to hand
combat
in the trenches of WW1, and had in
that way
got his priorities right.
You would, and I say this not unkindly,
have
benefited too if you had met 'The Aunt
Sally
Man,' and he might have helped you
to get
your own priorities in order of importance.
Was he some natural philosopher down
on his
luck? A failed academic perhaps bitterly
expounding his nominalism as a ontological
excuse for withholding credit? Whoever
he
was he was a wise man who, perhaps
after
living in the trenches filled with
the rotting
bodies of the dead, or perhaps in the
same
dugout as Wilfrid Owen himself, had
realised
the insult to his intelligence of such
vile
reifications of 'patriotism' as the
old lie;
'Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.' But then the parents of the British, Iraqi
and American dead already know that
don't
they?
Having said all that - I realise that
you
are genuine about the violation of
our beautiful
world, and in that I support and commiserate
with you.
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