Eulogy for Philosophy

Hello All

It does seem that with the political situation as it is on ILP that change is in the works. Where once the emphasis was on philosophy, the new emphasis will be on the ideas related to social interaction.

This is all very natural. But it would be nice for those that have had a love of wisdom as suggested by the Platonic meaning of philosophy an opportunity to respectfully kiss it goodby here as it appears less and less.

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So as a eulogy, why not post something related to the depths of philosophy that has touched you and allowed you to feel its worth above and beyond the mundane. It would be nice to read how others have also valued the great ideas.

I’d like to begin this eulogy with an excerpt of a personal letter from Simone Weil to Father Joseph Perrin after they had met in Marseilles. It was written 5/14/42 shortly before her death and as her new friend he wanted to learn more about her. It embarassed me when I felt how superficially I value some of the great ideas. But it is equally uplifting to read how others are not so superficial.

What must it be like to love truth so much that one would rather die or endure the worst suffering then be denied? This is real love of wisdom.

At one time such attitudes were publically valued but in modern times, it has become irrelevant and replaced by hypnotic “fascination”

So, dear lady, thanks for this excerpt that allows me to remember the value of something far greater than myself and my usual superficiality. Thanks for helping me to remember what philosophy as the love of wisdom really means and has meant to some.

Other tributes welcomed.

July 13, 2006

Dear Nick,

Thank you for introducing me to Simone Weil, a fine soul and true idealist. If philosophy dies in one place, it will spring up in another, because our essence is at least a tiny unmanifest “Sophia”, but because “She” is figuratively “more powerful than an atomic bomb” in the devastating impact of her being neglected, humanity will never be able to successfully ignore her. One might say, “Hell hath no fury like Sophia scorned”. Or simply ignored or neglected. Because She is Love, and as Donna Lewis sings, “Without love … no life left on earth”.

Many are compelled to love Sophia by a mysterious element in us that is likely the soul. Depression in my teens forced me to seek Her, to seek my Self, to seek Truth, a word that obviously strikes fear “in the hearts of men”. Simone regarded truth as “one of the most important needs of the soul”. Simone also regarded order as a “soul need”, relating this and perhaps most of her thoughts to organized society. Her literal self-sacrifice for her ideals did show imbalance. If the self’s needs are neglected, how can we finish the “work” or fulfill our responsibility that she so keenly felt? I understand her actions and thoughts, but can’t condone them. Simone’s fine thoughts – on beauty and hierarchy, e.g. – could have inspired more to bring the balance the world needs “from the top down” had she lived longer; but this was not to be.

Those who have experienced tragedy must move beyond it if they are to contribute anything of value or simply be happy, something that is an almost impossible task for the average person to accomplish; this is so because happiness is not a product of human will, but involves the Divine working through a life.

Because of the elusiveness of both the much-desired Truth and happiness, I say that philosophy is the science of the pursuit of happiness, as a manifestation of Truth. To many it will sound ridiculous to hear me say I have the Truth – but it matters not to me what people think. Saying one is or has Truth can get one executed**. Truth is something that exists in an at least potential state in all of us, and with its constant true companion, Love, are the most precious things one can find. We do become insecure, jealous and suspicious when we think others may have something we don’t; this can lead to murder, which is essentially self-murder.

** “Some believe that Cervantes’ character Don Quixote was inspired by Sufi lore, along with medieval Tarot cards and the court jester or “fool” with his motley clothes, his jingling bells, his bladder stick, his simple wisdom, and especially his utter disregard for authority. This last trait was famously manifested in the irreverence of the sufi Abu Yazid al-Bistam (d. 874) from southeast Persia, famous for his motto, “Glory be to me!”; similarly in Mansur al-Hallaj, who was executed in Baghdad as a blasphemer in 922 for his motto, “Anah al-Haq!” (“I am the truth!”)” [from nmhschool.org/tthornton/mehistorydatabase/sufism.htm]

Glory be to me! I love it! hehehehehe…

God no longer wants philosophy; He wants love. (Helvetti Shaykh Muzaffer, of Istanbul, born 1916)

Whatever it may be called, philosophy, “social interaction”, “jingling one’s bells” … it is and will always be Sophia pulling the strings. As long as a few know who the boss is, that’s all that matters. “If the trunk is firm, why worry about the branches swaying in the wind?”

By the way, I like your ‘heart of philosophy’ proposal and will respond to your post…

Hi Luxin

This excerpt is from Jacob Needleman’s book: "“The American Soul : Rediscovering the Wisdom of the Founders” I posted a larger excerpt on Mastriani"s “Where do we go from here?” thread and see that it fits here well as an explanation for the eulogy.

This is really a profound point I really never considered as I should. It was natural to assume that materialism destroys the love of the deeper ideas in philosophy but the more I think on it, the more I see that if we really had the love of philosophy, materialism wouldn’t be as gross as it is. When you see what is cconsidered as arts, recreation, and games etc., with all the violence it is obviously that something is genuinely missing in people’s lives. It’s over. The sad part is that now it is considered normal, I really believe it is over in American society as I experience it and the real love of philosophy will be preserved by a relative few. The majority interest will be in arguing, condemnation, and ridicule so as not to experience the inner lack. Naturally this cannot satisfy the subtle needs of the heart which will lead to further dependence on materialism and escapism into imagination for partial compensation.

This is why I kiss it goodby. How much can Sophia take? It had a nice run helping to retain quality in society since quality of thought as it related to the human needs of the heart was valued.

So Simone, thanks again for helping me to make the distinction clear between the love and abuse of philosophy.

July 30, 2006

Hi Nick,

That’s such a great quote by Needleman I opened a new quotes file, “Materialism and Spiritual Poverty”. Sophia ain’t gonna give up though, coz she’s the essence of us, and she doesn’t stand for any rubbish. Hell hath no fury than Sophia scorned. If we don’t use our limbs, they wither and we collapse; if Sophia doesn’t get regular attention, She puts us out of our misery sooner rather than later. Rather we take ourselves out. God or Sophia have no feeling or mercy.

You say:

“Naturally this cannot satisfy the subtle needs of the heart which will lead to further dependence on materialism and escapism into imagination for partial compensation.”

Mm-hmmm. But there is no “compensation” that brings real happiness. There is no hiding from God, no hiding from our true natures, no hiding from the ways and Laws of nature. Its retribution is truly frightening. I’ve seen a lot, but a group of alcoholics at a picnic table in the park drove home this awful reality lately; one woman screamed basic language at the top of her lungs, red-faced; her 4 zombified companions seemed hardly able to notice her. Such intense retribution is not escaped by anyone on the foolishness-wisdom continuum. The sooner we realize we are God, the better off we’ll be. But there are two types of God-men: those who believe they are God (institutions are full of them), and those who know they are God. But don’t believe me; prove what I tell you for yourself. One must experience being God. In my case, I sank quite low, and God in me didn’t let it go. He never does – He brings suffering. And who saved me? Only God in me. Here I speak like a religious fanatic, but that’s not the case. I just don’t care if anyone misunderstands. I don’t communicate for literalists or paranoid people. There’s only one key to “the Kingdom”; I mentioned it once, and once is enough.

I enjoyed the materialism quote that follows, in a book full of “guru” worship and advocacy of foolish asceticism; some may “survive” the delusive references to so-called “saints” who may be described thus:

“His face was that of a rishi, as described in the ancient texts. Noble-headed, abundantly bearded, he always sat firmly upright, his quiet eyes fixed on Omnipresence.”

hehehehe. Seems to imply that Tweety Bird may not be wise.

(from crystalclarity.com/yogananda/chap7.html)

(Paramahansa Yogananda, in Autobiography of a Yogi, writes of Bhaduri Mahasaya, who left a wealthy family – he “renounced riches and comforts”):

“I have left a few paltry rupees, a few petty pleasures, for a cosmic empire of endless bliss. How then have I denied myself anything? I know the joy of sharing the treasure. Is that a sacrifice? The short-sighted worldly folk are verily the real renunciants! They relinquish an unparalleled divine possession for a poor handful of earthly toys!”

(PY writes:) “I chuckled over this paradoxical view of renunciation – one that puts the cap of Croesus on any saintly beggar, whilst transforming all proud millionaires into unconscious martyrs”.

“The divine order arranges our future more wisely than any insurance company.” The master’s concluding words were the realized creed of his faith. “The world is full of uneasy believers in an outward security. Their bitter thoughts are like scars on their foreheads. The One who gave us air and milk from our first breath knows how to provide day by day for His devotees.”

Those who know can extract the truth; literalists, like the blind, end up “in the ditch”. But ditches and false teachers should not be feared. Once one is in one’s own ditch, one may miraculously find the only thing that can lift one out of it – God within. To be happy, once must first suffer. That suffering is a blessing, but only the courageous few can learn anything from it. There are two things I know that keep me real: that I am or will always potentially be a fool, not matter how much I grow; and that happiness, wisdom or whatever you want to call it, are not for the fearful.