Monday, October 6, 2014

OPM 234(35), October 6th (2004 & 2014) Meditation, Being and Learning, pp. 229-230

Yesterday’s commentary culminated with the following:

Death is thus a confirmation of Life, and with its disclosure the totality of existence presents itself, and in this sense its disclosure is not unlike the encounter with the sublime and the experience of perceiving from that high altitude.   In both cases the ‘self’ is perceived in its most mortal, finite and diminutive.  

And the meditation from 10/6/04, which I am revisiting today, ten years later concludes with: “Death is thus the ongoing arrival of the new, the light of the futural shining forth from the past and through the darkness of the present.”(BL 230) 

Death as ongoing arrival of the new is announcement, almost prophetic – if that logic is applicable to a work of meditation, a sojourn of the soul --  of the forthcoming category ceaseless nativity.   Death, the withdrawing offering, the granting absencing.   The reduction to aleitheia is manifest: the play of life/death. 

“Death is the mysterious and open futural that confounds the now.”(BL 230) The hidden presence of death announces with reticence the ceaseless arriving of the new.  Indeed, it is the hesitation, the silence from which the other beginning is announced.  Heidegger’s ‘running ahead to the past’ from his earliest lecture on time and temporality comes to mind.   The disclosure of death is a halting of that running, and a turning around.  The temporality disclosed by death is the time of natality, the time of the originary.  “Death reveals the way of Being, and is ‘the highest and utmost corroboration of be-ing.’”  This revealed way is Being’s Becoming, but, as noted in a recent commentary – and also underlined in my Heraclitus lecture – we have to be careful not to identify ‘becoming’ as a teleological way, in a destinal way.   The fatalism of all progressive thinking does not think the ceaseless nativity of be-ing, the eternally recurring play of death/life.   This thinking of this play, which learning is always attempting to learn, places us in a temporality that is more original than the epic narratives from which we derive the prescriptions for our ethics and politics. 


But for Heidegger there is an imperative that we can derive from thinking the ceaseless nativity and learning how to place ourselves in the midst of the play of death/life and the temporality of natality, a time that is neither past, nor present.  Heidegger identifies the “comportment of the ones given over to the futural. ‘The enactment of being-toward-death is a duty only for the thinkers of the other beginning.  However, every essential human being among those creating in the future can know of it.’” Originary thinking is thus an ‘enactment’ or existential modality arising from our orientation toward death.  ‘Being-toward-death’ is not a nihilistic, nor morbid consciousness, nor attitude, but the exact opposite.  It is the affirmative saying of ‘Yes!’ Yes! to the condition we find ourselves in, that is granted to us.  Here the link between ‘thinking’ and ‘thanking’ is recalled.  Gratitude is expressed in the saying of Yes!  And this is an imperative:  the work of learning how to place ourselves in the midst of the play of death/life is a ‘duty’.  Only a duty for those oriented toward originary thinking? Yes!   The affirmation is a confirmation of the commitment of the ones learning thinking toward the imperative of teaching.  If teaching is nothing else than letting learning be learned, then the commitment to learn thinking is a commitment to create the conditions for the possibility of learning.  ‘Creating in the future’ is thus the work of those who are letting learning be learned, which is both the project of learning thinking and, in the process of making that project, creating the conditions for learning to be learned.   What is ‘known’ is the imperative of the project, and what is ‘thought’ is the project of learning.  In a sense, the usual teleological organization of education is reversed, for we know first and learn next.  Knowing precedes learning, which sounds oddly reminiscent [pun intended] of Plato’s theory of recollection.   Again, as I wrote in a preceding commentary, implied with this move is a reversal of Heidegger’s ‘running ahead to the past,’ for with the reversal of the teleological order of education we articulate the maxim: ‘striding back to the future.’    In a previous commentary I replaced Heidegger’s ‘running’ with ‘hiking’, and today with ‘striding’, but I’m inclined to recline with the threshold scholar’s ‘dwelling’, so that the maxim would be: ‘dwelling back to the future’.  Dwelling back is something like laying back, which in a colloquial sense expresses a kind of relaxation, and in a philosophical sense expresses the gelassenheit of ‘letting-be’ or going-with-the-flow (flux) of both Heraclitus and Lao Tzu.  It is also the diminishment before the sublime.    

2 comments:

  1. 3.0 (Sunday, Portland, ME) For most of my 58 years on this planet I have had a intense fear of death. It's both the usual anxiety of not knowing what death entails mixed with the end of life, of being here with loved ones doing things you love doing, and also something much more intense: eternal existence. The former is easy enough to "deal" with via the existentialist modalities such as the gratitude, embracing one's situation, both the condition of mortality and the specificity of what Heidegger calls the situation we have been "thrown into." He also describes as the situation as one we have "fallen" into. I started writing a poem inspired in form and structure by William Carlos Williams' "Patterson," that I entitled "The Falls." And in that piece, which I'll excerpt below, I was also inspired by Heidegger's category of "fallen." But the other feeling about death that my sister described as "dread" is one I first and most intensely experienced as a 5 year old. It's a story I've told before: I was in the back seat of my mom's station wagon, the old Ford LTD with the faux wooden paneling. She ran into the Towne Deli, which was just down the road from our house. We lived in Summit, but the deli was just over the border in New Providence. She ran into to get me some cold cuts (their bologna was my favorite) and while she was in the deli I had this powerful feeling/thought come over me: eternal existence. I would exist forever and ever. It was an awful thought and feeling, to be existing eternally. And how would I exist? In what form? Would I be with others or would I be alone? When my mom came back to the car with the bologna she immediately sensed that something was wrong. "What happened? Why do you look so scared? Did something scare you? Were you worried I wasn't coming back?" I actually don't know if she asked those questions. I remember vividly the experience, but only vaguely if my mom noticed I was a bit freaked out. She had her hands full. I was the youngest of 4 kids, and my three older sisters were a handful. And my dad was even more so. Bless his heart, he was an the border of manic depression. All that to say, mom had her hands full and my 5 year old bologna sandwich eating self was definitely something she could manage without much of a challenge. So I'm presuming she didn't notice, or just assumed I was nervous. Hey, I was only 5 years old, right? And for that reason my experience could be chalked up to separation anxiety. Maybe. And being left in the car by myself might might have "triggered" the experience. But I do remember feeling relaxed. Lying down in the back seat. I used to fall asleep during even the shortest car rides. So I don't think I was anxious. As Schürmann describes Nietzsche's experience at Silvaplana "it came to him." Indeed, that experience just came to me. I didn't fall into it. It fell upon me. But for the past few years, perhaps in the time since my father passed, I feel like the both the fear and the dread have also passed away. That makes what I wrote this day 20 years ago worthy of reciting: "Being-toward-death’ is not a nihilistic, nor morbid consciousness, nor attitude, but the exact opposite. It is the affirmative saying of ‘Yes!’ Yes! to the condition we find ourselves in, that is granted to us. Here the link between ‘thinking’ and ‘thanking’ is recalled. Gratitude is expressed in the saying of Yes!

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  2. 3.0b (An excerpt from "The Falls," a project I started working on a few years ago but haven't taken up in some time.)
    June 5, 2023

    The Fall(s)

    Not those, but yes, those.
    These.
    Them.
    The Same
    But
    Different.
    But really the same.
    They are falling, they fall, they are falls.
    We are falling, we fall, we are…who?
    .but not ‘what’.
    Always someone, never something.
    Yet we share the ground….

    Duration.
    Same flow - easterly.
    …sometimes flooded, other times flaccid.
    Always moving
    …sometime quickly, other times slowly
    , every season

    Kierkegaard:“The Fall was a ruse, a set-up, a sting.”
    Is the God of Abraham a grifter?

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