Books…
- Inhibitory…?
- Catalytic…?
Thinkers on this forum fall roughly into two groups, those that have read, and those that have not.
As far as I have heard, the argument for reading as an approach to furthering your own thought goes something like this:
Books to the philosopher, are like equipment to the scientist.
A scientist, wishing to analyze something new in the lab has a choice. He can either weigh the object in his hand, sniff it, lick it, tap it with a finger, and stare, perhaps jerry-rig something from scratch. Or he can stick it in the gas-chromatograph, pop it in the mass-spectrometer, and scrutinize it under the electron microscope.
Obviously, the scientist who utilizes machines will get better results, faster. And perhaps justifiably sneer at the clot who’s got his tongue stuck to the canister of liquid-nitrogen.
However. The scientist is using machines that are not of his making. And each machine has its own inbuilt imperfections, limitations and biases. The scientist, in using them, does not get wholly his own results, but only those of the format suppliable by the machine.
Perhaps the scientist is aware of this compromizing effect upon his data. So he strives to understand the machines workings, its idiosyncracies and eccentricites, the better to figure in these limiting factors into his results. But then of course, should he do it to the required degree, he may find has become simply an engineer, and scientist no longer.
To utilize the methods of thought of another person adequately, requires an adequate understanding of those thoughts. To adequately understand the thought of another one must also have an initmate knowledge of the personal and historical context in which they had their revelations. To fully understand the thoughts of another, you must become that other. At which point you no longer are using, but being used. No longer advancing your own thought, but that of one who’s time is past.
The reading philosopher becomes possessed by the ghost in the machine.
Smash the machines. Smash them all.
Ned.