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October 31, 2019 / Congau

Children of Our Time

We are indeed children of our time. Our habits will naturally adjust to the environment we live in and so will our thinking and sense of reality. It’s inevitable, but it’s also rather unfortunate.

If there is a Truth, it must be timeless, and if there isn’t, any time, including our own, is a fumble in the dark as insignificant as any gloomy age preceding.

The scientific search for truth has progressed through the ages; it’s difficult to doubt that. Our understanding of the physical nature and how to conquer it, improves with every technical invention, but there is no reason to believe that our age has grasped the essence of life any better than the previous ones.

If anything, our time is characterized by an unprecedented skepticism. That wouldn’t be so bad if it made us examine our beliefs more carefully and turn over the evidence one more time before reaching a conclusion, but that’s not at all how the offspring of our age go about formulating their view. Instead skepticism has simply led to indifference. In the absence of obvious truths modern man refrains from actively believing, but since it’s not possible to go about the world without passing judgments on experience, the dominant view of the world is quickly adopted.

In the age of critical thinking, uncritical thinking is the norm. We believe in what we see because it passes for the absolute reality, but it is actually just an interpretation filtered through the fashionable perspective of our time.

Wouldn’t it be better to be puzzled? Wouldn’t it after all be preferable to imagine the possibility of fanciful fairies and demons causing oddities to appear? Instead we don’t even ask but accept the arbitrary judgment that the contemporary world has instilled in us.

Wouldn’t it be better to be a child again, not limited by our time but open to any time?

October 30, 2019 / Congau

Art and Progress

Art and science search for the truth, but in very different ways. Science keeps conquering nature drilling ever deeper into matter while retaining everything that has been observed on the way. Science is ever progressing.

Art keeps looking around, always shifting perspective, changing focus any moment, returning to itself again and again, learning but not in a straight line, adding knowledge without accumulating it. There is no progress in art.

There can’t be any for art has no purpose other than itself. Art is for art’s sake and every single piece of it strives to fulfill its internal goal of self-completeness.

Whenever the artist remembers that, there is freshness in his work, and there is truth. Any notion of progress is irrelevant when the full truth is achieved within a single work, but the opposite is possible. There may be regress in art.

When art becomes imitation, its essence is reduced and there is less art in it. If that was to happen on a large scale and much of the art world lapsed into copies of itself, there would be a general degeneration. Arguably there have been such periods in the history of art.

Let’s not make a sweeping statement about contemporary art. Great works are no doubt being produced and there’s an amount of trash; it’s safe to assume that any period has experienced that combination. But the modern art world sometimes seems to be more obsessed with its industry rather than the actually art being produced. The particular piece of art is not only for its own sake but for the sake of a web of galleries and curators. They appear to be trying to outbid each other in originality and attention and in that process there is a risk that their independence is sacrificed and thereby their truth value. If that is so, the world of art is deteriorating. There can’t be progress in it anyway.

October 29, 2019 / Congau

The Name of Art

Art as such is not magic. A piece of art may be a piece of s… for assigning that name to it will never add to its value. There is good art and bad art.

Any human creation is art. If I draw a stickman on a scrap of paper, that is art right there, but since I am lousy at drawing, that skinny character will be a rotten piece of art.

There’s art all around me, but most of it is crap. Any small combination of color and form, sounds and rhymes, words and whims, must qualify as art, although the really interesting bits are far between.

Great art is wonderful and that’s why I insist on this broad definition of the subject. Unfortunately, there is a common perception that art is something outside of the normal human circulation. It belongs in exhibitions and art schools, but once it has reached these confinements, it is automatically elevated to something higher. Any educated individual is then expected to show a broadminded admiration for everything that is thus given the magical name of art.

Such a sweeping tolerance for everything that the so-called art world has arbitrarily chosen to admit, obscures the idea of greatness. The true wonders of human creation can be found both inside and outside of galleries and trash is also likely to appear in both places.

If something is given a label, that shouldn’t affect our judgment of it. The official art world has profited from the obscurity of the concept to grant the name of art as an exclusive honor demanding acceptance or rejection according to it arbitrary verdict.

Art is everywhere, but great art is scarce. Look around you. It appears where it is not expected, and it is absent where it’s supposed to be.

October 28, 2019 / Congau

The Moral Rebel

It’s easy to follow rules. Then you don’t have to go through the agony of doubt and there’s no need to figure out for yourself the difference between right and wrong. If the law says it’s right, it’s right, and you can safely suspend your own thoughts and become a model citizen and a moral example.

If you think life is more complex than that, you are unlucky. You can never be sure about anything and there’s no rest. You may be wrong.

The rule abiding robot man gets it all. He is esteemed by society, proud of himself and he doesn’t need to work hard. He may be lazy but has the reputation of diligence.

No society truly wants people to think for themselves, for that would mean questioning that very society and lead to disobedience. But to get an illusion of freedom we are given safe pockets where the laws don’t apply and “free thinking” has no consequence. (In a secular society there are no laws of religion, for example, so of course you can think what you want about religion.)

Praise and blame are bestowed where the rules are valid, and reward and punishment are distributed according to the law. If you ask if the laws are right, if you think for yourself, that is, you only make it difficult for yourself.

An ethically minded person is one who searches for the difference between right and wrong and acts accordingly. A legally minded person doesn’t search and acts from precepts that are made by others. He doesn’t ask what is right but still get praised for doing it.

The rebel does the hard work. He has to figure out what to do contrary to the path that is laid out for him and he gets no reward on the way. But that’s exactly why his action may have moral worth.

October 26, 2019 / Congau

Happy Drugs

We want happiness, that’s all we want – the feeling of satisfaction. We strive towards it, but can’t achieve it, so what should we do?

How about taking happy pills? Or better yet, a heavy drug that transports the mind into a feeling of bliss. Well, that would be very unhealthy for our body and it leads to addiction and all that, but let’s disregard that for a moment. Let’s suppose drugs had no side-effects whatsoever, why not take it and take it again and live your whole life in this enchanted state that opium users report. Why not indeed? Wouldn’t you do it?

I think I know your answer. You wouldn’t do it, and neither would I. But why not? We just agreed that happiness is everything.

It’s because we intuitively don’t believe that drugs can bring lasting happiness. Whatever is said about it and whatever wonderful experiences we may have had, we sense that happiness would have to include a feeling of reality.

Happiness is all in our mind, but a sense of reality is also in our mind. Even if that feeling were to be lost on drugs, we have it in our sober state, and we think our happiness depends on it. Whatever you wish for, name the things in life you think would make you happy, they would all presuppose reality. If you want money, you don’t want imaginary money. If you want love, you want it to be true. No one would knowingly choose an illusion.

Only for brief moments do people do it openly and willingly. They take drugs and watch movies to escape from reality, but shudder when they encounter the spaced-out addict and the mental patient who live their life in a movie.

No one wants to be mad. We don’t really think a madman can be happy.

October 25, 2019 / Congau

Name Calling and Name Using

We shouldn’t call people just anything. They like being addressed by their name and so do we. It’s a matter of basic respect.

But from this elementary starting point, people often development a hypersensitivity that has very little to do with the fear of name calling.

Most of the time names are not used to address people, but to refer to them, just as we need names to refer to objects. Then it shouldn’t matter what we call them as long as there is a common understanding who the names refer to.

Words that denote race are the most notorious examples. A group of people used to be referred to as negros, then it changed to blacks, then African (American). Others were dubbed yellows, then Orientals, then Asians. The first item of each list is now considered insulting without there being any internal logic to it. (The color yellow is insulting but not the color black.)

Supposedly, if you don’t belong to one of these groups, you are not allowed to question it; it’s their feelings, not yours. Sure, we don’t have the right to doubt anyone’s feelings, but sometimes we must be allowed to point out the irrelevance of a feeling. If someone feels insulted because of something that was said, it may be appropriate to suggest that they were not actually being talked to.

Addressing someone in racial terms is usually insulting because it reduces their character to membership of another race. I for one don’t think I would like hearing “Hey, white guy!” being shouted at me.

Name calling is always derogatory, but name referring is usually neutral. Herein lies the misunderstanding. When a word has been used for name calling it seems to lose its neutrality, and one thinks it can’t be used for referring to anything again. It is as if the word has been contaminated which is obviously a rather irrational sentiments since no superstitious power can be attached to a mere word.

Be very careful when you address people, but it shouldn’t matter much how you refer to them.

October 24, 2019 / Congau

Sinful Man

Man is sinful, the religious fundamentalist says. Every day, every hour, every minute, you sin in thoughts, words and deeds, so bow down your head and repent. Despair in your gloom.

No, thank you. We don’t want to listen to that anymore. Cheer up, boy, and delight in life, do what pleases you. You’re a good chap.

Yes, that’s more like it. That’s what we want to hear.

There’s no market for depression, but sometimes we may privately ask ourselves: What is the truth?

For all optimism and cheerfulness, we know very well that we are not perfect. We are just human and therefore our imperfection penetrates our whole being along with our humanity. It’s not just a matter of momentary lapses, as if we were only occasionally human. No, we are human all the time, always imperfect, and therefore, well, constantly sinful.

Sure, there may be a slight problem with my language here. “Sinful” is usually used in a religious context, so let’s substitute it with the more secular words “immoral” or “unethical”. (The words basically mean the same, it’s just that a sin is a transgression against God as well as man.)

Ethics is right conduct and it deals with all human activity. Since we are never perfect and are always engaging in some sort of activity (thinking is also an activity) we never behave completely ethically.

Does that sound depressing? I don’t think so. On the contrary, by emphasizing the impossibility of perfection there’s no reason to despair every time we do something wrong, since that is all the time anyway.

Unethical behavior is a matter of degree. We always do wrong but hopefully we are not so often terribly wrong.

If our wrongdoing were exceptional, every bad act would be a blow. Instead, in the midst of our sins, we can cheerfully go on.

October 23, 2019 / Congau

Real Illusion Value

Nothing has any value except what we value. There’s no real worth in anything other than what people want. Money is the perfect measure of how much we collectively esteem things and it can never be wrong: If it’s expensive, it’s valuable.

Value can be created by creating. An item can be produced that people simply want. It didn’t exist until it was made and when it came into being it increased the total wealth of the world; a true creation, that is.

But then value can also come about without any real increase of anything. Since the measure is in us and not in the things themselves, the worth of the thing can change without any real change having taken place. This is the magic of advertising. We don’t know what we want until we are told, but once we know, it is as if something new has been created.

Thus if we were only sufficiently illusional there could conceivably be a society of immense wealth where nothing existed for real. Of course it doesn’t quite work like that since the bubble usually breaks long before it reaches that point, but the fact remains that a great deal of the existing riches at any time are based on illusions. Things become valuable because they are valued, and valued because they are wanted, and wanted by some because they are wanted by others.

Actually, in economic terms it makes no sense to speak about illusion because anything that is in demand is as real as anything else. If people want trash masquerading as art, that is as objectively valuable as gold or nutritious food.

There is no such thing as a real value; whatever is wanted is valuable. However, it is possible to question if our wants are real. We may be illusional about ourselves.

October 22, 2019 / Congau

The Nature of The Good

The Good is according to nature. Nature is good.

Could nature be bad? Impossible. Why?

Because the nature of a thing is whatever makes it work well.

This may seem like circular argumentation, and in a way it is, but it serves to demonstrate that what we mean by “nature” and what we call “good” is actually the same thing.

If you say “My computer is good” you probably mean to say that it works well compared to how it was made to work, that is its nature. Or you mean to compare it to computers in general; how computers are supposed to work; the nature of a computer.

Computers are man-made, so it’s easy to determine its nature: whatever the maker intended it to be, is its nature. But it seems that whether we include a God or not we cannot know the intention of the maker of nature. Or can we? We don’t really know what the computer maker intended either, we just infer it from his product, and whether he really exists or not makes no difference.

A body works well when it is healthy. Do we need to explain what “healthy” means? Of course not. Is health good? Obviously.

For any organism in nature we could say the same. It works or not; it’s healthy or not; it’s in accordance with its nature or not; it’s good or not.

A good is a well-working thing.

The Good is the general idea of well-working.

Natural – well-working – healthy – good – natural… It moves in circles and so it must, for the Good is not something outside, hanging unsupported in the air. It is not delivered to earth as an unexplained revelation. It is not an independently existing prototype to be found in a mysterious world of ideas.

The Good is in nature. It is here.

October 21, 2019 / Congau

Immoral Self-Harm

It’s immoral to hurt yourself. Ethics is about what you do to people and you should be generous enough to include yourself among people.

One might think such a reminder wouldn’t be necessary since most humans are rather prone to give excessive attention to their own selfish interests. But though people are undoubtedly selfish, it doesn’t mean that they take good care of themselves. In our egocentric pursuits we constantly do things that are evidently unhealthy to body and mind.

Well, that’s all the worse for ourselves, you object, we don’t need the additional punishment of moral condemnation. We eat unhealthy food and get sick, but we don’t call an obese person a bad person. Right. I sure hope we don’t since we have no right to judge anyone, but we are still likely to criticize people who engage in certain kind of behavior even when they don’t hurt anyone but themselves. Excessive drinking and drug consumption are generally considered bad even when the addict himself is the only victim. This is just to say that we do include private personal conduct in our understanding of morality, for whenever we make judgments about general behavior, we are in the realm of ethics.

It may seem redundant to stress the moral aspect of caring for oneself, since for most of us that’s our goal anyway. Still, I think it’s useful to see the integral connection between what we do to others and how we treat ourselves. What is generally good for us is no different from what is good for others. We share the same humanity. If we include our subjective “I” in the objective humanity that we should refrain from injuring, we may be less likely to make unhealthy exception for ourselves. If you recognize something as bad for another person, it’s probably bad for you too.

Don’t do unto yourself what you wouldn’t have others do.