Self-Constraints VII (“Man”)

This articles continues the series on this website dedicated to understanding and communicating non-philosophy. I raise a few problems I encountered while reading a text by Alex Dubilet, “Non-Human Identity and Radical Immanence – On Man-in-Person in Francois Laruelle’s Non-Philosophy,” which I otherwise very much appreciate. The original date of writing is June 29, 2017.

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“Relieved Nihilism”

I once made an acquaintance who claimed to be what he called a “relieved nihilist.” This he opposed to “romantic nihilism.” Both share a tendency to see all human activity, and perhaps all cosmic happening in general, as ultimately meaningless. But the relieved nihilist considers this very fact to be meaningless as well. He does not make a romantic tragedy out of life’s many disappointing aspects, nor does he undergo the absence of sense and purpose as a loss, nor as lamentable. It is simply a consequence of nothingness and need not set off a stressful production; it prompts neither the threat of succumbing to hopelessness, nor the prospect of overcoming it in freedom.

He thus willingly professed his own lack of passion for anything whatsoever. Perhaps he even took it as a point of pride to laugh at the seriousness of any drama, cosmic or personal. Contempt for the world secured the first step, and a negativity prevailing in the soul ensured the rest. This character, however, maintained another view which seemed, upon reflection, to perhaps be an offshoot of this nihilistic “relief,” namely: he was a total pragmatist when it came to human dealings. If he was going to put in the effort, he had better get something out of it, a result, and this included relations with women.

I respected the boldness and honesty with which he espoused his views and listened to mine, but in the end it was troubling to realize that many other people, though lacking the philosophical grounding he had, probably share such a mixed outlook. Too accustomed to the pointlessness of things to despair of it, an indifferent utilitarianism takes over. Because of the thesis on nothingness, all consideration of the “large” consequences of our actions is suspended, since it is assumed that in the end there can be none, all will be erased. Every strong conviction is proscribed, for a relieved nihilism lets one aim only at little gains that can be anticipated in advance, or calculated according to a cost-benefit analysis. Most often, probably, a verdict of “it’s not really worth it” prevails, since the operative axiom here is that all value is swallowed constantly in emptiness. Even projects undertaken with enthusiasm succumb to this pull that saps faith. Nowhere a risk to be taken, no room for outcomes unknown. Nowhere any point to provoke, invent, or transform. Sad as it appears to me, I can also see how great a relief it might be; this would not prevent it from being, on its reverse side, the epitome of capitulation.

I tried to argue to him that, though I could share his contempt for the world, I nonetheless felt is was possible for humans to find others and to form intimate, unexpected connections “underneath” or in spite of that world. I was interpreted to mean that the world remained for me a place in which I could realize my personal goals. How often the convictions of others we only understand through the prejudices of our own! So perhaps I too misunderstood him.

He wanted to know why I spoke against suicide, why I upheld hope, why I felt life was worth living, despite all the evidence of its futility; and if positivity outweighed negativity in my soul. I told him all I could about that — all too briefly, as conversation must be, filtered as it is through hundreds of translations of language, tradition, background and context, not to mention the pressing constraints of time. Whether it was futile to express myself and my “convictions” as I did — to try to persuade him to see another potential attitude — is not up to me, and is thus not a question I choose to entertain.

(See Evil Compassion for another perspective on nihilism, in a different tone.)

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The Mystery’s Wellspring

“To guard the purity of the mystery’s wellspring seems to me hardest of all.” ―Martin Heidegger

How one translates the verb “being” need not accord with common sense, which links it most immediately with “existing.” This is the primary function of the copula, to designate something as being-there-in-the-world. To exist signifies: standing, standing out, or even stepping forth there in a space, occupying it with its material extension. In this manner, what “is” can be pointed to, referenced, usually in an unquestioning way. The designation makes the entity available for thinking and use. The automobile “is”: this means that it is parked there, occupying a space, and even if it drives away from us, it still exists, taking up its space somewhere else. This notion of the being of beings as ex-sisting allows us to know beings in a stable way, since by and large they exist or stand-out in an “immobile” fashion — not that they don’t move, of course, but, barring their destruction or transformation, remain identical to themselves, “unchanging” not on an atomic or molecular level but in our mind, in our reference, in our operation. Whatever we can reference in this way “is” for us; it exists through our stabilization of the chaotic flux of waves into discrete entities which “hold up” over time, which bear many instances of reference over time, thus convincing us of their beingness. It is a sort of convention of stability without which being itself would seem not to make much sense.

But what if existing and standing weren’t the only translation for being? What if these standards were only accepted so broadly because they served the pragmatic aims of man and language to stabilize them? Can’t we see here a certain choice that is as unfounded as the human world is in nature? For one could easily imagine that the standing-there which allows for the knowledge of entities could be replaced, for example, with an arising(-there) or a withdrawing(-there) that prevented all knowledge from holding them steady. Being would not imply the actuality or inactuality of beings in the world any longer. Indeed, the borders between entities, separating them — which relies on clear divisions in being and on the distribution of these divisions over space-time — would no longer be offered up and accepted as an obvious self-evidence. Discreteness could no longer so easily be assumed, because in a paradigm of arising or withdrawal all grasp of stability would lose certainty. It is not just that the flower blooms without why, but that the ground blooms up into it, and with it the bench beside it and the path leading to them.

But how then could we continue to say “it” and “them”? Here the language of reference evidently fails to suggest anything other than entities. One will object that we are simply confusing things, fusing them together into the unstable flux; that we thereby lose all specificity, losing beings to one undifferentiated arising and withdrawal, robbing us of knowledge; that we are contradicting the very conditions of experience, space and time. It is perhaps nonsense to try and rework these notions, specifically, to decouple coming-to-be from coming-to-stand-there, or more simply, coming from coming-to(-be). How could arising and withdrawal not themselves be referential to objects or at least to us as subjects, indeed, to our “stand-point”? Human thought on reality is so overdetermined by such “points” of being(s)-there that the very possibility of thinking otherwise seems absurd. In truth, arising, emerging, withdrawal, (dis-)appearing, going-down, all these potential replacement translations for existence and standing-there fall short, or at least suggest their own limitations; and, in any case, it is clear that a simple substitution of definitions, the suggestion of new claims about the essence of being in novel propositions, could only ever prepare the way for a more originary thinking. This, I believe, was Heidegger’s task, and we can name it: dwelling in the mystery — the enigma of (it) (not) being (there).

But to express this will require something more of us than propositions, theses, and claims, for here no war of “positions” is possible. Indeed, it is no longer even suitable to speak “about” beings or being. It is rather the case that we must invent, through a sort of “(poetic) naming of Being,” new forms of langauge, forms which do more releasing than grasping, more clearing than positioning, and which only arrive at concepts through long experimentation with bizarre discursive arrangements which make possible a suspension of the common sense stabilizations and “stationalizations” of beings as objects of knowledge. This is to go against the grain of what everything about assertorial discourse asserts about being. What is clear, however, is that there is no clear “outside” to language as we inherit it, nor to the propositional form of understanding. Bringing the mystery and our dwelling in it to language requires intead a sort of constant displacement in thinking: it demands a sort of disbelief in statements, in the evaluation of rightness and wrongness (for this inquiry, not absolutely or in general), seeking instead those words which bear the truth of being and, if we can say so, its silence.

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