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What is: Morality


You either roll your eyes or die of laughter that I am even asking this question, right? However, every day when I read the news – which is happening less frequently than it used to given the toll it takes on my peace of mind – I end up thinking about amorality and its instantiation in this and many other countries. I had first planned to write about this in the context of Israel’s current human rights violations but it upset me too much – so that is postponed for another day.

Couched in my head in terms of  Evil!  etc. it is about the fundamental issue of what values are trampled in the U.S. and elsewhere that should benefit the whole of humanity and instead are raped for gain of a few.

Of course a blog entry cannot begin to cover the issue of morality as thought through by philosophers, ethicists, anthropologists and the like for millennia. So today provides just some accessible information that I found interesting in this context.

If you go to Merriam Webster and try to find a definition of morality you are facing some waffling. Among their explanations is: “conformity to ideals of right human conduct” – now what does that mean? Are we agreeing on ideals? Isn’t “right conduct” culture specific? They then give you an equally amorphous bunch of terms in their synonym/antonym list. Here we learn:

Synonyms: character, decency, goodness, honesty,integrity, probity, rectitude, righteousness,rightness, uprightness, virtue, virtuousness.

Antonyms: badness, evil, evildoing, immorality,iniquity, sin, villainy, wickedness.

So, forget about a definition, really. Here are some who illuminate the concept from a different angle.  First is a short talk by Sam Harris on the interrelatedness between science and morality (not geeky, really worthwhile listening to.)

Secondly, an article that informs about cross cultural issues. It looks like there is a common core of universal moral principles, even if moral values differ in how they are weighted within different cultures. Morality seems to be always and everywhere a cooperative phenomenon – a search for the common good.

Seven Moral Rules Found All Around the World

 

Third, a somewhat but not entirely tongue-in-cheek musing about the direction the US is taking – written in 2015, and true in spades in 2018.

https://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2015/12/its-the-morality-stupid-america-as-a-criminal-enterprise-why-arent-bush-cheney-and-lloyd-blankfein-i.html

And lastly, for hard core readers, The Struggle for Recognition: The Moral Grammar of Social Conflicts, MIT Press 1996 by Axel Honneth. A political/social philosopher coming out of the tradition of critical theory, he analyzes the incendiary conditions in a society that violates human dignity through systematically denied recognition. His newer book is The I in the We – Studies in the Theory of Recognition (which I have not read.

Photographs are contemplation of things fallen apart – the closest I can come to a visual representation of the consequences of forsaking the common good and persecuting select targets.

Pride

What a difference some centuries make. For Aristoteles pride was the crown of all virtues. Of course you had to both be and think of yourself worthy of great things (otherwise you were simply vain.) For the next millennia we see the opposite sentiment emerge: pride will be defined as a cardinal sin. I’m not going to waste my limited number of words here on quotations, but if you google Pride and Bible you’ll find 30 some citations popping out of nowhere, all dire warnings of what happens to you if you are proud, pride comes before the fall being the least of it.

We nurture pride in our children, wanting them to be proud of their accomplishments and adding our voice to the chorus of maddeningly proud parents. We relish the pride in our athletes when they pull off yet another incredible feat. We cling to national pride (until we don’t – Germany had the hardest time with Nationalstolz after 1945, not feeling it or certainly not displaying it until some recent soccer championship where all of the sudden flags hung out of every window once again.) Gay pride is the only sentiment strong enough to conquer the centuries of enforced and oppressive shame. And of course, then there are the Marines….https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=22b3LZIzEoE

And yet we get the Sunday sermon about the mortal sin of pride and the benefits of humility. Don’t get me wrong, I believe humility is an incredibly important characteristic to work on when trying to be a decent social being. But isn’t there something about harping about pride that keeps people lying low within their assigned social strata? A person who is proud feels strong, empowered, capable. That could lead to all kinds of uppity rebellion! Might even lead to questioning the fact that others control your life or questioning the existence of a supreme being that decided you are doomed if you twitch.

And last but not least, we also get the kind of psychology today musings of many a minister who extends the notion of pride to its mirror image: self-pity.  Well, that’s what I am walloping in right now, since I am off for a root canal after three days of despicable pain. Yet another blemish on my questionably immortal soul…..

 

Think of the butterflies as untethered as my fluttering soul will be!

 

That which brings Joy

My plate is overly full this coming week, so I will keep it simple in the days ahead. I will photograph things in my immediate environment that bring me joy, explain why (if I can) and only add external supplement occasionally.

We start with my refrigerator. It brings me joy since I can almost always find some overlooked chocolate pudding in it when in dire need. But it als provides the surface for a changing gallery of pictures that I like, that are meaningful, or things that I need to be reminded of.

The Postcard with Hannah Arendt’s quote No-one has the right to obey is such a reminder. There are times when disobedience is duty! It also reminds me that there are smart, learned, and civics-oriented people in the world. She is, of course, no longer with us, but the guys in the link below are – one of them a young man of my acquaintance.

https://psmag.com/where-public-defenders-go-to-church-294afafa1a7#.3m7jk3pdp

 

Intermezzo

Do you know those days when you wake up feeling like this?

And your immediate reaction to what greets you at the breakfast table is, “why does no one else share that sentiment?”

 

And  during your walk your inner chaos is echoed in nature?

 

And even the car in front of you mocks you?

Then all day you listen to Mahler/Rückert about turning your back to the world?

Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen….

trans. by Emily Ezust

I am lost to the world
with which I used to waste so much time,
It has heard nothing from me for so long
that it may very well believe that I am dead!

It is of no consequence to me
Whether it thinks me dead;
I cannot deny it,
for I really am dead to the world.

I am dead to the world’s tumult,
And I rest in a quiet realm!
I live alone in my heaven,
In my love and in my song.

 

Well, it’s time to

a) read about stoicism

http://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2017/01/stoicism-for-dark-days.html

 

and b) to ignore everything you just read, put on your read shoes, grit your teeth, blog and find your way back to your usual self.

 

 

 

Wittgenstein’s Handles

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You won’t find it on Netflix, but there is a strange and delightful movie by Derek Jarman on Wittgenstein.

http://www.openculture.com/2013/03/iwittgensteini_watch_derek_jarmans_tribute_to_the_philosopher_featuring_tilda_swinton_1993.html  I came across it because I watch most anything in which Tilda Swinton appears. The analytic philosopher, giant of the 20th century, would be fascinating to meet  – but he would not likely agree to that. From all I have read he tended to be a social recluse. And what would we talk about? His philosophical works are beyond me, his history of loss (3 brothers committed suicide) and hiding (he was probably gay) and largesse (he gave away his inherited fortune) too personal to mention. His approach of Bertrand Russel with the question: “Tell me if I am an idiot, if yes: then I remain in aeronautical engineering, if not I’ll become a philosopher” was daring but successful. It would be rude to remind him. His last words on his deathbed are probably a myth: “Tell them I’ve had a wonderful life.”

IMG_7030Come to think of it, we’d talk about handles. Having finished his first major work Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus, Wittgenstein withdrew into rural Austria doing odd jobs, some teaching. His sister wanted to get him back into the “real world”, society for her, and asked him to participate in the construction of her new house. His involvement was limited, he focussed on design of smaller features like windows, radiators and handles, but it got him back on track and off to Cambridge soon thereafter.

“To details like the door-handles, in particular, Wittgenstein accorded what Monk calls “an almost fanatical exactitude,” driving locksmiths and engineers to tears as they sought to meet his seemingly impossible standards. The unpainted tubular door-handle that Wittgenstein designed for Gretl’s house remains the prototype for all such door-handles, still popular in the twenty-first century.”This from the interesting review here:

http://www.nybooks.com/daily/2016/05/24/wittgensteins-handles/ 

For the person who has everything, by the way, and needs to get rid of their money on some famous design features, there are companies offering replicas of famous people’s designs http://www.bauhaus-fittings.com/136/Ludwig_Wittgenstein.htm.  – too bad they don’t even get their facts straight in their ads…..

 

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In the end the preoccupation of handles made it into his philosophical teachings. He used an analogy of handles when exploring the function of words and comparing them to the function of objects. I, on the other hand, just find them beautiful and testimony to the creativity of craftsmen for even the smallest details.

 

 

The Human Condition

· The Philosophy of Hannah Arendt ·

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I remember receiving two presents for my 11th birthday. One was permission to treat my straight lanky hair to a curling iron. An eternal session produced the desired Shirley Temple look –  to last for approximately 29 minutes. (Photo below some years earlier, sort of shows our straight hair…)

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The other gift was a book with the title Famous Women in History, or some such, gold-embossed no less. There was Judith (dead Holofernes), Cleopatra (dead Antony), Jeanne d’Arc (a lot of dead soldiers), Charlotte Corday (dead Marat), Typhoid Mary (dead everybody) and so on. Two notable exceptions: Marie Antoinette (dead by guillotine) and Mme Curie (dead by radiation exposure.) You would think famous women are all naturally born killers. The one famous woman I’d really like to meet was not included because a 1950s book would not have counted her yet.

A 2013 movie, however, did. Hannah Arendt, directed by Margarete von Trotta, can be found on Netflix. Don’t waste your time, it really is not a good movie. (See concurring review here:http://www.newyorker.com/culture/richard-brody/hannah-arendt-and-the-glorification-of-thinking) Use those minutes to order a book and immerse yourself – it was a life changer for me. I am not talking about Eichmann in Jerusalem but rather The Human Condition. The book describes the vita activa, the necessary action required to achieve freedom and plurality, a mode of human togetherness. It stresses our responsibility to participate rather than be passive onlookers. And it is full of hope about humanity’s fate. For an overview of her philosophical works, teachings and journalistic output go here: http://plato.stanford.edu/entries/arendt/

Arendt had to flee Europe and after years of exile in France ended up teaching at the New School, my Alma Mater, in New York until her death in 1975. As a student she had an affair with Heidegger, and despite his affiliations with National Socialism and her persecution as a Jew she met him again after 1945. What struck me as inconceivable from a woman so learned, so deep a thinker, so cutting edge in exploring new realms of philosophy, was that she chose to wear a brown dress for their reunion that he had always liked. Come to think of it, I probably wouldn’t know what to say if meeting her, being simply awe struck.

An Israeli artist, Shy Abadi, has done a fine series of portraits of Arendt. I got his permission in 2006, the year I started, to integrate one into a montage with an old window found in Berlin. Here is one of his portraits.Unknown