Some weeks ago I wrote critically
about the meditations that I was reading, finding them difficult to read
because the material appeared to me repetitive to the point of being
redundant. I tried (in vain, perhaps) to
be generous to the project, reminding myself that it was meant to be an
experiment and one that would go wherever it would go. (I really want to use the simile that the
original experiment was in this way ‘like a river’ but that seems forced, given
where I’m about to go with Heraclitus and the meditation from this day ten years
ago. But I’ve made the simile
anyway, and will repeat it!) In this
sense, the original meditations have the flow of the proverbial river that
Heraclitus himself presumed when he wrote what is perhaps his most famous
fragment of all: “You can’t step in the same river twice.” That fragment works quite well to describe
the repetitive and redundant appearance of the meditations. (And here, now,
with that spirit of generosity to the project, I begin another attempt to
understand the gnawing repetition, doing so by looking at it through an
aesthetic lens.)
“You can’t step in the same river
twice.” Consider this to be an
exemplary Heraclitean fragment because it holds together the contradictory
logic that allows a fragment, such as the foregoing, to be at one and the same
time “true” and “false”. (nb: two years before I ran the writing
experiment I wrote and presented a paper at the TC Philosophy and Education
colloquium title: “True
or False, or None of the Above.” As I
recall it, the piece was a Nietzschean critique of the Platonic foundations of
the dominant ‘outcomes based’ school practices and policies.) Yes, it’s true, each time we enter the river
is not the same. The question, however,
is whether or not the ‘difference’ is what the medieval metaphysics under the
heavy influence of Aristotle called ‘substantial’ or ‘accidental’? If it is accidental the river remains the
same. If it is substantial then the
essence of the river is to be different;
the essence of the river is flux.
To understand the apparent ‘difference’
in the river one needs only visit any flowing body of water. For example, visit the dramatically changing
tidal Casco Bay, first when it is at its mudflat low, and a half a day later
when it is flooded at high tide. The bay
at low tide and the one at high tide are not the same, or so appears to the
observer, and certainly to someone ‘stepping’ in the bay, e.g., a kayaker. Of course Heraclitus’ point is a bit more
subtle, and is meant to inspire us to think about the ongoing flux that is
present in the flowing river that appears to be the same aka one that doesn’t
demonstrate on a daily basis such dramatic changes. In turn, the observation of tides actually
cuts against the subtlety of his point, which is to compel us to think the
difference that is present in what appears to remain the same. This is where we discover the coincidence of
the opposites that, for me, is what is present in the apparently repetitive
meditations. From an Aristotelian
logic, based on the principle of non-contradiction, the difference that
Heraclitus wants us to think should be written off as merely accidental, because
there is in fact no substantial change or difference to the river as such. It remains a river, as opposed to a bay, or
sea, or stream, or brook. Moreover, each
river remains the same in-and-for-itself.
The Mississippi remains the Mississippi in contrast to the Amazon or any
other river. Heraclitus’ response would
certainly be that the Aristotelian logic is one-sided and thereby incomplete
and fails to account for the possibility of something being defined by
difference, formed by flux. Further, he
would say we should think how a river can remain a river, and a specific one at
that, yet always be different in-and-for-itself. For Heraclitus the coupling of the same with
difference discloses the dynamism of Being aka the Becoming of being. This does not reduce Being to Becoming or
render Becoming a quality of Being. The
challenge is to thinking Being and Becoming together.
The
writing from this day, July 28, 2004, makes an attempt to think the
togetherness of Being and Becoming by describing the phenomenal disclosure of
it as the “strange appearance” of Nature.
The key citation is taken from Heraclitus who offers an aphorism that
complements the river fragment: “Nature
loves to hide.” On 7/28/14 I read this
aphorism as indicating the “processural unfolding of Nature’s creative
dynamism.” But more important is the
existential and ontological implication, which takes us back to the past few
days’ discussion of the ‘primal ground’ (Urgrund)
and our Contact! Contact! with
it. Actually, I’m brought back to an
position I have found myself in for much of this summer’s revisiting of the
original meditations, and that is to the conjecture that the ‘original’ or ‘first’
encounter with Being happens when we have an effacement in Nature with the Life
spirit that moves through and gathers all living beings. Under the influence of Thoreau I would,
today, call this experience an epiphanic transcendental contact with the totality,
and one that is a deeply embodied and felt
experience. Nietzsche, who was also a
student of Thoreau’s mentor Emerson (reading him from afar), called discovered
his Eternal Recurrence of the Same. From
Nietzsche I gather the experience as disclosing to us a positive and undeniable
affirmation, what he say is the saying Yes!
to life.
Here is
a good place to cite Reiner Schurmann (discussed in PPM 12, and OPM 119 &
120. nb: I shifted from the label PPM
to OPM on April 21st), who is the teacher who pointed me to
Nietzsche when citing Nietzsche’s account (in Ecce Homo) of that transformative event in Nature that Schurmann
describes as a ‘crisis’: “Now I shall related the history of my Zarathustra. The fundamental conception of this work, the
idea of the eternal recurrence, this highest formula of affirmation that is at
all attainable, belongs in August 1881: it was penned underneath: ‘Six thousand
feet beyond man and time’. That day I
was walking through the woods along the lake of Silvaplana: at a powerful
pyramidal rock not from from Surlei I stopped.
It was then that this idea came to me…it invaded me…That everything
recurs is the closest approximation of a world of becoming to a world of being
– high point of meditation.” Schurmann
adds: “In the discovery of the eternal recurrence, described here as the
convergence between becoming and being, between flux and form, “meditation” –
not theoria but thinking – culminates.” (pp. 48-49 RS: 1987)
Finally,
a fragment…an aphorism, distilled from this July 28th writing ’04
and ’14:
If what is common to all is the
solid earth, then what is equally uncommon is earth’s fluid form. If the
former is called the ‘primal ground’, then what is the originary name of the
latter? The ‘primal flow’?
3.0 (Sunday, Acadia NP, Maine). Back in Acadia. Last year was the first that we didn't make it up here. I came up in 2022 for a solo writing retreat. This year we're trying a new place that is owned by one of Kelly's colleagues. It's essentially on the westside of the park in a small area that remains privately owned only because it's right on Rt 3, one of the roads on MDI that pre-dates the park. But this place is sunnier and has much better air flow than the old Pine Cone cabin over on the quiet side of the island. Bar Harbor is only a lot closer, but this spot is a quiet as the old one. I'm up here for a few days solo. Last evening I went on a bike ride and definitely experienced the solitude I've been writing about, albeit in the wild. I wonder if that kind of solitude is a prelude or even a prerequisite for the solitude of study? Perhaps one needs to experience the primal solitude first, experience the primal flow of Nature?
ReplyDelete"Nature loves to hide." That's from Heraclitus, and Heidegger takes it to be a description of aletheia, of the twofold (dialectical?) character of truth: unconcealment/concealment, appearing/hiding, sound/silence. Example: the Hermit Thrush that I encountered during my bike ride. The silence was so intense on the path that it sounded like a was rubbing cotton balls on my ears. The song of the Hermit Thrush penetrated that intense silence. And true to it's name the bird sang, pausing dramatically in between calls, but could not be seen. Nature loves to hide!
Am I hiding? After listening to the Hermit Thrush I wondered: Why do I enjoy solitude so much? Am I retreating or hiding? Without this becoming a classic autobiographical journal, I would say that I am definitely in retreat modality when I take days alone and apart from family. If truth be told, we're a volatile bunch, the product of an old temperament that is probably rooted in the violence of the original conquest of the Americas. There is something about being "unsettled" that produces volatility. I suppose those are synonyms, but not necessarily. But what if this existential modality is really an attunement to the Natural flow, the primal flow, the flux that Heraclitus is referring to? What if the modality of being settled is a mirage, a way of coping with the uncertainty of the flux? Even if that were accurate, the question follows, So what? Or perhaps, What's the alternative? Existential volatility doesn't work! It's existence is undeniable and it appears unavoidable. But dialectically, it seems as if the role of the elder, the parent, is to take on the form of the beach, the strong and yet porous collection of sand that is able to absorb the heavy surf. But doesn't that surf sweep away the beach? This is the price one must pay to be an elder who wants to conserve what is best in the tradition but also allow for the young to forge their own way, to remove what no longer sustains the family and perhaps is a stumbling block.
3.0b - I wanted to note the coincidence of the appearance of Schürmann's recounting of Nietzsche's discovery of the Eternal Recurrence of the Same. First, because that Moment, as told through the speech of his Zarathustra, is how part 2 came to a conclusion. Second, because what I have written above describes the resistance to this repetition. We can't tolerate the recurrence of the Same, especially when this is yielding so much pain and suffering! Has to be stopped. The beach must absorb and give way.
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