I have been away from some time, attempting to see if my new world views can be assimilated into the world around me. I realize, it cannot exist entirely on its own… if I am not careful, I can and will be swallowed by others. The herd mentality, or collective consciousness as it were. I, a pendulum swinging back and forth, between my individuality and desire to placate the desires of the herd. Dissatisfaction arises, for in betraying myself I retreat again. I must strike balance… so, I come forth again in analysis of phenomena, and a bunch of other things which intrigue me.
For Schopenhauer, he believed in a distinction between how one conceives the world (phenomena) in comparison to what the world truly is, past perception (noumena). Often as is the case for me, as precarious as it is… I tend to mistrust my world view. Is what I am experiencing truth? Do I let my emotions cloud my judgement? Is it the unconscious depths which colour the experience before me, as such?
By Schopenhauer, all appearances are physical manifestations of an underlying reality. Such a thing is known as WILL. There is no transcendental quality to this will, which permeates behind the appearance of one’s perception… instead, Schopenhauer argued that this WILL is the source of all suffering, since in one’s will (desire) one is discontented. To be human is to will, thus, the human condition and life itself is to suffer (as Gautama Buddha once said).
The impossible pursuit of endless desiring is what it is to be human, regardless of the suffering which is no-doubt tethered to it.
A pessimistic stance, sure… for Nietzsche argued against it. This resignation to life, as something to be endured… that live is to essentially suffer. Thus, Schopenhauer’s argument was that the world itself had no meaning, and was blind in its will as per human.
Nietzsche’s philosophy had countered this self-denial and austerity.
All writing, which does not lead to action or activity is essentially useless.
It is interesting to speak of the parallels of both life and death… that is, the concept of death, is often comparable to state of that which occurred, well before life had begun. The desire to return to the ‘womb’ of being—to escape this prison of the self. To become all, one must become nothing. How fascinating it is, for these concepts to be beyond human? It is interesting, that which I speak of is something I had always recalled initially… even though such a thing was spoken of, and echoed within the annals of history before I had ever came to be. For example, through the old legend of King Midas and Silenus. King Midas asks of the beast “What is man’s greatest happiness…” Only to receive, that which many religions equate to the ‘after-life’. The state of nothingness… to have never been born.
This fascination for that which exists beyond us, brings us relief from the transitory flux-like nature of life. The intuition, in-which we ignore for sensorial or intellectual pleasures leads us back to that truth… one of isolation (Why yes, this is rather Dionysian… isn’t it?).
Understand, I am lead to music for its special power. That is, it is differentiated from all of the other arts. It does not imitate phenomena, rather it transforms it further. Music does not take direct reference from life, but instead, from will itself. Music giveth image, a supreme significance. Such weight is placed on the arts, as one can tell from my posts… this is comparable to Socrates’ view on art being a cheap imitation of life.
Art is an interesting thing to reflect upon. That is, which art is capable of culminating that supreme significance within us? Surely, all forms of music cannot be that profound. Culture of today, is a clear indicator of that… if it is reduced to mere amusement, and injected full of superficial empty concepts. The origin of myth… the origin of man, as he was conceived by himself through that lens of understand is lost. A glossy coat of superficiality, guised as something meaningful… full of depth, when it is, in reality, distraction.
What culture have we to call of our own, when in reality… our culture is an amalgamation of foreign customs, philosophies, arts, religions, sciences and so-forth. History in this case, can be argued to be both the basis of the present… but also, one which acts as a metaphorical chain to progress. That is, history as it is preached through educational systems… is not history at all. As all things written, even this post in of itself are a matter of opinion, so is history itself. Confined through constructivist means of understanding, and recorded by human beings… sure, it insists on an accuracy, and an objectivity which is detached. These however, in reality only serve to paralyze one’s projection of self. Thus, human is separated from history.
Thus, if we are to produce an authentic sense of culture it is best that we do not abide by the indoctrination of traditional education. I had always held this firm belief, ever since a young age. This explains why I had failed high-school.
The ideal, for man to move forward is through assimilation of the past, and its synthesis into ones own life and culture. Instead, the opposite appears to have transpired.
Then, to what is culture?
Culture cannot be defined by education alone. There are rare examples of genius which permeate throughout history, and interestingly enough… the influence of education in that respect, was minimal (as per political decline). Politics and education, themselves as well as the ideologies they present are indeed heavily entwined. The more attention which is given to these facets of an economy… the more obvious it becomes, that a nation/country becomes less cultured. The culture man desires, is one which embodies the freedom of spirit. No longer, shall they be shadows of the humanities.
If there is value to be had, to human kind… it is to be found in the greatest treasures of our art and knowledge. These rare, but pivotal examples of human genius.