what's it good for?
PHILOSOPHY
by
ANDREW TAGGART
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Andrew
Taggart is an essayist as well as an APPA-certified philosophical
counselor. He is currently writing a book on philosophy as a
way of life. He lives in Brooklyn, New York.
In
my life nothing good has ever come of the “what do you
do” question. Once off my lips, the line “I work
on moral philosophy, on ethics” can lead in only one of
two directions. Either my acquaintance, unschooled in philosophy,
will be almost preternaturally interested in what I have to
say as if she’s happened upon some sublime creature only
thought to exist on blanched parchment, or she’ll be absolutely
dumbstruck by the stupidity of a life well-wasted. Though, chances
are, her rejoinder could go either way; in this particular case
she’s lighted on the latter path. “Philosophy, it
doesn’t get you anywhere,” she states, reveling
in a truth that she believes is as certain as the claim that
now is night.
In
instances such as the one above, I’ve yet to come up with
a good reply, probably because there’s no such thing.
A joke, you think? “Oh, I don’t know, it certainly
puts you in debt.” Or a plea for clarification? “I
suppose it depends on what you mean by ‘get you anywhere.’”
The
truth is that neither tack will do. For if my conversational
partner is genuinely interested in my thoughts on philosophy,
then it’s likely because she has the wrong conception
of philosophy in mind or it’s for the wrong reason. If,
however, she’s not at all interested in my reply, then
she “can’t be bothered,” as my former English
landlady was fond of saying, with listening to a full rebuttal
and she won’t brook a sharp counterexample. Like many
others, she has already made up her mind -- or, better put,
her mind has already been made up for her.
To
do philosophy in the public sphere today is to be immediately
put on the defensive and, in most cases, to stand in the wrong.
How we got to the point where philosophy has been put on all
fours -- either fetishized for not being a part of the real
world or vilified for playing no part within it -- still needs
to be explained. A first, modest step down the path of understanding
would be to get straight in our minds how lay persons conceive
of 'philosophy,' 'philosophers' and 'doing philosophy,' and
why this should matter to those of us who believe, somewhat
antiquely, in the life of the mind.
* * * * * * * *
The
place to begin is with my interlocutor’s claim that when
philosophers discuss something, they
only go round in circles. By this formulation, she could mean
one of three things: first, that philosophers get mired in endless
debate that stymies forward progress, such debate yielding nothing
in the way of concrete resolution; second, that they make something
out of nothing, causing all parties involved to be brought to
a state of mental confusion; or, third, that in the game of
philosophy there’s no way to resolve who’s right
and who’s wrong. These three doubts, individually and
collectively, present considerable challenges to philosophy’s
basic self-conception. The first doubt would have it that there
can be no valid conclusions drawn from a set of competing claims,
the second that no mental tranquility can be gained due to the
endless jostling over definitions and the petty squabbling over
overnice distinctions, and the third that there can be no certain
judgments concerning winners and losers. Once we enter the philosopher’s
world, the lay person believes, we’re bound to soon find
ourselves in a muddle.
Rather
than respond to each of the three doubts in turn for were I
do so I would likely be indulging in meaningless point-scoring
without actually taking the weight of these claims seriously,
it occurs to me that it would be wiser to ask about what assumption
lies behind my interlocutor’s worries. I suspect that
she feels deep within herself the loss of faith in the power
of reason to help us understand ourselves as well as the complexities
of the modern world. She needn’t be a relativist or a
dyed-in-the-wool skeptic to believe this. She may simply believe
that some hodgepodge of emotions, instincts, past experiences,
hunches, friends’ advice, and expectations is better than
reason at determining how we should act. By contrast, the philosopher’s
belief that reason has its own set of powers (as well as its
own inherent limitations) requires an attitudinal shift so profound
that where once there was impatience now there is only humility.
The light of reason can only shine after we’ve discovered
how to quiet our minds and distance ourselves from our empirical
self. There is a long education of the soul, an itinerary of
sorts, that leads ultimately to this state of mind, a path that
the uninitiated hasn’t known or hasn’t taken and,
in consequence, can’t find value in. Hence, we may be
speaking at cross purposes when, on issues of ultimate importance,
we speak at all.
Still,
my interlocutor might concede that if philosophy means anything,
it means that everyone has his own personal philosophy. A personal
philosophy, she might insist, is a fundamental set of beliefs
that one lives by. Think of the book subtitle of the popular
radio program This I Believe, The Personal Philosophies
of Remarkable Men and Women, as giving credence to this
definition. In this vein, we would be justified in saying that
a coach has her own coaching philosophy, a company its corporate
philosophy, a party its governing philosophy, and so on.
I’m
not so sure that this notion of personal philosophy gets us
very far and this for three reasons. One is that it’s
not clear to me that the person espousing a personal philosophy
is ultimately committed to this set of beliefs and not to some
other. How do we 'know' that she sets her course so that it
lines up with her own most beliefs, or that, when the chips
are down, she won’t jump ship, or that -- to change metaphors
-- it’s not sometimes better to bend like a reed, as Haemon
advises his father Creon to do, than it is to remain as rooted
as an oak tree? In the end, how her beliefs line up with her
actions has yet to be fully investigated. Another is that we
would need to know whether the beliefs she stands by are worth
standing by. Merely saying “this I believe” can’t
be the end of the discussion; it must instead be the starting
point to any probing inquiry. And the last, already more than
hinted at in my remarks above, is that philosophy, whatever
it is and however it sets about its ultimate task of self-transformation,
must be more than a doctrine; it must be a certain style of
thought, a way of examining one’s life with the goal of
determining whether the life I’m leading amounts to anything.
The question concerning whether (and why) it’s a good
thing to have a personal philosophy still remains unasked and
unconsidered as if it were enough just to purport to have one.
“All
right. But if you’re going to dismiss talk of personal
philosophy as hopelessly ‘unphilosophical’ or ‘prephilosophical,’
then you’ll have to come round to agreeing with me that
philosophy is otherwise useless. After all, it has no bearing
on the real world, and it’s mostly an academic pursuit
full of puzzles, word games, and the kind of thing that’s
done in universities: up in the clouds, I mean, not done here,
and nowhere else.”
“Granted,
contemporary professional philosophy has, in general, become
unhinged from the concerns common to all of us. And, yes, the
worst -- mummified esoterica -- has degenerated into logical
puzzles and into the search for ingenious counterexamples and
knockdown arguments. But, beyond these worries, I can hear in
your voice the more potent criticism that philosophy is worthless
on the grounds that acting is more important than thinking.
‘Getting things done,’ you seem to imply, should
be ranked much higher than ‘abstract thinking.’”
Suppose
for a moment that my interlocutor is right. But then aren’t
there times when we don’t know how to act and, what’s
worse, times when we’re completely at a loss concerning
how to go on and how we got to where we are, to a place we would
prefer not to be? When we’re in a crisis over which we
seem to have no control? When our lives no longer seem to make
any sense and when we seem to lack the facility to sort things
out? At such times, wouldn’t it be wise for us to try
to think our way through it in order to come to some deeper,
more complete understanding of ourselves and of our place in
the order of things?
It
is, I want to say, at such tragic moments that the moral philosopher
Harry Frankfurt’s question concerning what we care most
about and what (and who) is worthy of our care can’t but
ring clearly in our ears. At its best, philosophy asks us to
be honest with ourselves, teaching us how to look closely at
the hand we’ve been dealt, to determine the extent to
which we’ve helped or harmed ourselves and others, to
figure out what ultimately matters to us, and to assess, in
the most basic terms we can call to mind, how we’ve lived.
Yet there is a need for philosophy that can’t be denied,
a life need that can’t ripped out of the soil.
Reason,
it turns out, is neither omnipotent nor impotent in matters
of the head and heart, philosophy neither so rare as to be entirely
extinct from the world we inhabit nor so common as to be readily
purchasable in the marketplace. It is thanks to our mature recognition
that things aren’t as they ought to be and thanks also
to our desire to reconcile ourselves with the world we’ve
been thrown into that philosophy will continue to live on since
it promises, when dusk turns irrevocably to night, to bring
us peace of mind.
Art
work entitled Man with Notes in His Head© Roberto
Romei Rotondo
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