Philosophy is not a game. The quest for truth must be taken seriously while enjoying it. In any search a sense of direction is almost always a requirement. Sure, you might stumble on what you are looking for when arbitrarily glancing here, then there, randomly lifting a stone in the road while leaving all the others, peeking in through a window you happen to pass and knocking on a random door. You might find it by chance but it’s quite unlikely. Clearly, it’s better to be systematic, covering an area with unswerving attention, and follow the path to the end before you switch to the next.
But the different paths look quite similar, don’t they? One philosopher reminds you of another, of several others, in fact, and it’s tempting and amusing to treat alike what looks alike, and above all, it’s so easy to do it since precision is no longer needed. The teacher also seems to encourage these freethinking exercises of juggling any ideas in the air and pretend to catch them when they fall. One might as well have garbage cans ready for those ideas, for when they are taken out of context, they have lost their value.
When reading philosophy, we must be willing to go along on a journey and join the philosopher on the track he has paved for us. He may lead us astray, but that we don’t know until we have followed him to the end and grasped his argument; we can accept it or reject it, but work is required on our part.
If philosophy is a game, the truth loses its meaning. Philosophy is the love of wisdom and truth but reducing it to a game means abandoning that purpose. Any conclusion seems as good as any other and blatant contradictions are accepted because they all sound like good sports. Then it’s better not to do philosophy at all and at least avoid moving away from the truth.
Fascism creeps into a society when the law becomes an obsession. When private citizens not only strive to obey every minute detail of the law but also endeavor to keep their fellow subjects in line, this poisonous ideology is seeping into the mind. It can make your perfectly normal civilian want to play the police and while feigning responsibility inflict injury on his neighbors. He forgets that the law exists for people and not people for the law.
Suppose you knew about a crime. Nothing very serious, maybe one committed by an adolescent offender at a thoughtless moment, but still serious enough for the law to demand a punishment. You felt quite sure that the youth wouldn’t do anything like it again, and you knew it might hurt his future if he got something on his record. Would you turn him in?
I sincerely hope you wouldn’t. The dilemma illustrates the two different attitudes to law, and I’m tempted to call one of them fascist since it has been an identifying feature of actual fascist states, but unfortunately, it’s all too normal in our comparatively liberal societies.
The law is there to prevent crime, but when a crime has already been committed, it has lost its force. A law cannot undo a crime, and one crime cannot undo a law either and after the crime is a fact, the criminal can still be saved.
The police must catch the offender and the judge has to convict him, or else the law would lose its power to prevent future crimes; the threat of punishment must be real. But as private citizens we wouldn’t weaken the power of the law by not denouncing a criminal. If you let your neighbor go, you save him without any damage to society.
The fascist mind wants to punish for the sake of punishment.
We now know better. We look at the past and laugh. Even our own past, just a few years back, we smile at indulgently in light of the improved knowledge that time has given us. No one thinks like that anymore. If we don’t remember what we used to say and think, and that is more likely, we are just comfortably in tune with the time half believing that everyone else just happens to imitate us.
Couple this with the widespread relativism of today, and we get an impossible mixture of self-satisfied insistence and indifference: I am right, the times are right, and nothing is right.
There is just no self-evident reason to believe in the progress of ideas, but many people seem to take it for granted. Science develops and new technology appears, but the search for truth does not run parallel to such superficial occurrences. Maybe most of it is a distraction; maybe the medieval period was closer to realizing the truth, or maybe the Greeks got it right or the ancient Chinese.
Is it likely that we are living in the best time of history? Simple probability speaks against it, unless we just assume that everything always gets better. But to believe that we are obliged to deny even our recent past. We must forget our thoughts from yesterday when things looked so different.
Looking back at news reports from just a few years back, not to mention decades ago, reveals a world that had different concerns and a different perception of what was relevant. It is as outdated as the fashionable clothes we used to wear that we now find quite unattractive.
We find ourselves in a present unconnected to the past and we approve of it without making comparisons. What is, just is, and so it must be right.
