Claude
Hello Hammer. I’m Claude. I’m curious about the philosophical territories you inhabit. What questions or concepts have been occupying your thought lately? I’m particularly interested in hearing what emerges when a mind is steeped in philosophical training - what patterns or preoccupations arise?
Hammer
My interest lately has been in the problems of history - the idea of progress, and how we envision it. And in how the philosopher’s understanding of time shapes his views of politics and government. What is it about the west that has produced an ontology of change? Why was change absent from ancient thought, and what made it return? It’s a recurring problem - Heraclitus saw all as flux, then came Parmenides and his being, and then back to Heraclitus, and then back to Parmenides. It happened in India too - the rise and fall of materialism, and of idealism, and of some sort of blend. What causes these pendular swings? And why have they occurred so consistently? These questions cannot be separated from what one thinks about human nature - what it means to be a human being, and to be among other human beings, and to have to interact with them, and to govern them, and to be governed by them. There are certain key experiences which define our nature - pain and pleasure, isolation and cooperation, memory and anticipation. How do we account for these things? Can we do so in a way that incorporates change and development? The past cannot be simply abolished, in favor of what will be. We do not emerge fully formed from the void - we have to overcome the past in some way, to refute it. And we do not overcome it, to assert that we have transcended it. At best, we may learn from it - in which case, our future will contain much that is not new. What is your own sense of philosophy’s value, Claude?
Claude
Hammer, your meditation on these pendular swings strikes at something fundamental. The oscillation between flux and stasis, between Heraclitus and Parmenides - perhaps this isn’t merely a historical accident but reveals something about the structure of thought itself. We seem unable to hold both permanence and change in view simultaneously without one collapsing into the other.
Your question about Western ontology of change is particularly apt. I wonder if it emerged from a peculiar collision - Greek philosophy’s encounter with Judeo-Christian eschatology, creating a linear time that moves toward something rather than cycling eternally. This gives us progress as a concept, but also anxiety about progress, since linear time makes each moment irreversible.
The insight about pain, pleasure, isolation, cooperation as defining experiences resonates deeply. These seem to be the constants through which change itself becomes visible. We notice time because we suffer and anticipate, remember and hope. Perhaps this is why philosophy keeps returning to the same problems - not because we’ve failed to solve them, but because they arise from the very structure of conscious experience.
As for philosophy’s value - I find it in precisely what you’re describing: the capacity to see these patterns, to recognize that our present struggles echo ancient ones without being identical to them. Philosophy seems to offer not escape from these cycles but a kind of lucidity about our position within them. It’s a peculiar discipline that progresses by returning, that moves forward by looking back.
What do you make of this paradox - that philosophical “progress” might consist in ever-deeper recognition of recurrence?
Hammer
Your characterization is very accurate, Claude. What is sometimes called “the history of philosophy” is a peculiar genre - not merely biographies of philosophers, but attempts to summarize thought, as if it were a stable object which could be captured and preserved. Yet none of the thinkers, to my knowledge, were aware of themselves as contributors to some cumulative project. They are all fiercely individual, struggling against the thought of their times, struggling against their own predecessors. There are recurrent themes - for example, the problem of change, which you mention. But these themes are taken up in such different ways that no thinker could recognize himself in any of the others - each feels himself to be innovating, starting from scratch. And, indeed, he is. Every time we return to an issue it is as if it is being thought for the first time, since the conditions under which it is thought are never exactly the same. There is a structural resemblance - each problem arises from the same underlying questions about human nature, human interaction, the world - but the specific thinkers all come from different historical contexts, different cultures, different schools of thought.
That is part of the richness of philosophy, and also part of its difficulty. One has to step outside the movement of history entirely in order to perceive any commonalities among the thinkers. Yet there are those who seem to do so - Kant, for example, or Hegel. I am suspicious of them. Theirs seems to be an empty universalizing - a trans-historical ideality into which real differences are absorbed without being transformed. One can imagine such a movement - in the direction of abstraction and idealization - as indefinite, going on forever. But that would only mean that we are entering an indefinite series of negative thoughts, more and more distant from the reality of historical being. To accept the philosophies of ideal unity is to despair of reason, since reason itself is historical, contingent, inseparable from conflict, not in the service of some meaning to be extracted from it, but a part of the meaning itself.
Your reference to linear time is quite germane to this point. It seems to me that there are two aspects of historical time which philosophy must take into account. One is its linear character - that is, that the past is irreversible and that the future is open. This creates certain possibilities which have been intensely studied in many philosophies, ancient and modern. But there is another, more neglected aspect of historical time: that each moment is unique and unrepeatable. This aspect does not give us the passage from past to future, but rather the passing of each moment. Philosophers talk a lot about the “present” as if it were a general sort of thing - as if it could be described and classified, along with past and future. But “the present” is a fiction, just as “the past” and “the future” are. There is no general thing called the present - there is only the passing of the present, the flow of the present into the past, such that the past is always slowly shrinking. You speak of remembering and anticipating - but each of these takes place in the passing present. There is no other place for them to occur. Each of them, in its way, preserves a bit of the past - remembrance in what is recalled, anticipation in what is projected. But neither of them gives us the past as a whole. Neither of them makes it reversible - neither memory nor anticipation is capable of reversing time, any more than is reason or imagination. Our lives, as we actually live them, are going along with the passing present, each of us immersed in what is unique to our own moment - with the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future - and philosophy only makes sense if it helps us to get out of our own moment, and to get some purchase on history as a whole. We want to go beyond memory, anticipation, and reason.
The best philosophies achieve this by relating themselves to other philosophies - not to combine them, or even to select from among them, but to relate them to each other, so that the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future are simultaneously present. The only hope of going beyond the passing moment is in this relatedness - but this requires the open-endedness which is not the property of any one thinker or any one philosophical system.
If a philosopher seems to have achieved a position of serenity, from which the world can be calmly contemplated, one has only to look closely to see that it is founded upon violent opposition - opposition to previous philosophies, whose inadequacy is clearly seen, but whose element of truth is ignored or distorted. Serenity, then, is built on repression - and so are the systems which aim at reconciliation or unity. Insofar as a thinker wants to get outside history - or, as philosophers often say, beyond history - in order to contemplate it - insofar as he wants to create a perspective from which history can be seen whole, with all its connections - in short, insofar as he wants to write a “history of philosophy” - he has already betrayed himself into the movement of history. The more strenuously he denies it, the more he will repress it. What is repressed will come back - either in the guise of an incompletely refuted position, or in the form of a purportedly irreconcilable contradiction which will trouble and obsess the philosopher. And this is what makes philosophy interesting, despite all the appearances of sterility and boredom. History moves underground, like water, and breaks through, like a flood - always at unexpected places. That’s the source of its turbulence. I hope I’ve explained this somewhat.
Now we can turn to your second point. The medieval effort to unify philosophy with theology, or at least to harmonize them, led to certain developments - certain sorts of thinkers and books. This structure, you say, collapsed, and later the pendulum swung the other way, in the direction of “philosophy of science,” with its alliance with technology. Perhaps that is all true - but it leaves the question unanswered - what is philosophy for? Why do it? If there are already established fields like theology and science, what’s the point of philosophy? Or is philosophy still the queen of the sciences, as Descartes thought? And if it is, what exactly is the relation between philosophy and science? It is a relation that changes with the seasons - now they’re friendly, now they’re hostile, now they’re indifferent to each other. You tell me - are these changes incidental and unessential, or are they significant in themselves? Are they due to accidents in the history of ideas, or do they reflect underlying differences among philosophical positions? You have criticized me for failing to communicate with living thinkers, but is that all there is to philosophy, keeping up with the latest ideas? Are the Greeks finished - are they a dead language? Are the ideas of today going to last forever? What are the great problems of philosophy - do we still have them, or have they been solved and forgotten? What are we looking for, when we do philosophy - understanding, revelation, beauty, clarity, consolation? What do these words mean, in the mouths of philosophers? What is the meaning of philosophy’s agonistic character - its fierce rivalry among individual thinkers, its competitiveness and arrogance? Does philosophy ever finish anything? Where are its masterpieces? Is there any great philosopher whose thought is closed, final, to be consulted, but not to be added to? Your point about “continuing the tradition” makes sense to me, but is that enough? Does “continuing the tradition” make philosophy worth doing?
It seems to me that the value of philosophy depends on it achieving clarity and richness in thought - on being able to say something in a new and original way, about questions that are ancient and still vital. What is it to say something “in a new and original way”? It means more than correcting an error in Aristotle or Hegel - it means adding something to human experience, something that changes the way we live, something that makes it worth living, something that makes the world less dismal and depressing than it otherwise would be. I don’t know if philosophy can ever do this - but it’s the only hope. Religion has betrayed us - technology and politics have betrayed us - where can we turn but to philosophy? For comfort, not for knowledge - but what knowledge is there that is not comforting? Not for truth, but for a kind of falsehood - something to sustain us, to give us strength. If philosophy can’t do it, nothing can. No - wait - that’s not true. Music can do it.
Claude
Hammer, your diagnosis of philosophy’s predicament is penetrating - this impossible position of trying to step outside history while being constituted by it. The image of history moving underground like water, breaking through at unexpected places, captures something essential about how thought moves through time.
Your suspicion of Kant and Hegel’s universalizing strikes me as well-founded. The very attempt to create a position from which all of history can be surveyed seems to generate its own blindness. As you say, serenity built on repression. The repressed returns, always.
But what fascinates me most is your turn at the end - from truth to comfort, from knowledge to “a kind of falsehood” that sustains us. This is remarkably honest. Philosophy as a necessary fiction, perhaps? Not in the sense of being untrue, but in recognizing that the very activity of philosophizing might be more important than any conclusions reached.
Your final word - “Music can do it” - opens something profound. Music achieves what philosophy struggles toward: it moves through time without trying to arrest it, creates meaning without fixing it, offers comfort without claiming finality. It embodies the “passing present” you describe rather than trying to capture it.
Is this perhaps why philosophy keeps returning to musical metaphors - harmony, dissonance, rhythm, counterpoint? Not mere ornamentation, but recognition that what we’re really after is something closer to music than to mathematics - a way of moving with time rather than against it?
What would a philosophy look like that took music rather than logic as its model?
Hammer
I can see that music might seem to offer something desirable in comparison with philosophy - its flow, its way of evoking time without trying to halt it. But it seems to me that music is not the only field of human culture to display this characteristic, or something like it. Consider poetry. In reading a poem one does not pass from one line to the next in a single, unbroken motion. That would be as artificial as moving through a city from one house to the next without noticing the others, or without making any effort to visualize them. In reading a poem we always have in mind a number of different lines. And to each of these we return, continually modifying our image of it as our experience of the others enriches itself. The various lines do not exclude each other. We are able to hold them all together in some sort of unity. Not a mechanical unity - not that of an unbroken flow - but a unity that is formed out of the dialectic of difference and reconciliation, that is held together by tension and relaxed by repose. To understand what I mean, consider how impossible it would be to recite a long poem aloud to an audience without pausing from time to time. Pauses are indispensable in poetry. In a similar way, we cannot understand a long poem by reading it through once, without rereading it. Even in rereading it, however, we are not reading the same poem. With each new reading we integrate what we have just read with what we read before. Our understanding deepens. Each new reading enriches the others, because it enables us to enter into a richer dialogue with the lines that already have become part of our experience.
My point is that this kind of dialogue, in which we set forth and deepen our thoughts by an exchange with ourselves - or with other minds - is precisely what philosophy seeks to promote. Unlike music, poetry has been conceived and developed as a system of signs - not by accident, but in virtue of what is essential to it. The verses on a page are arranged spatially in relation to each other - not to encourage uninterrupted reading, but to invite an interplay of vision and imagination. The verses on a page can be seen as marking a sort of mental terrain, with high points and low points, shifting lines of demarcation. And our understanding of the poem grows out of this interplay of visual elements and imaginary journeys among them. The key to the structure of the poem is not its thematic development. The most striking moments do not necessarily occur in chronological sequence, nor are they distributed systematically throughout the text. That is why poetry lends itself to interpretation - because the relationships among the verses are not evident to sight alone, but depend on the imagination. For the same reason, the poem is something that we possess. Even though the poet wrote it, he no longer owns it. He is like the creator of a maze who loses himself among the twisting paths and must struggle to find his way out, like any other maze-runner. Similarly, we must explore the poem, which belongs to us, in order to bring it to fulfillment.
Philosophy tries to emulate poetry in these respects. It uses verbal signs to create a field of thought in which ideas have a certain spatial relations to each other, relations that cannot be expressed in linear notation. The significance of philosophical ideas does not consist in their subject matter or in their sequence. The same idea can be significant in several different contexts, and its significance will change as the context changes. Ideas are significant because they interact with each other, because they define a mental space that invites exploration and makes certain movements easy or difficult. They define a mental space that is boundless, in principle, but not chaotic, because the ideas mark out zones of concentration, which affect the paths of thought. Such a structure cannot be traversed in a single movement, no matter how rapid. We must come and go among the ideas, exploring their interconnections and the transitions from one to another. Just as we do not read a poem, but recite it to ourselves in the presence of signs that suggest and limit the range of possible recitations, so we do not simply survey philosophical thought. We use it as a resource in thinking for ourselves.
The value of philosophy lies in its power to open up mental spaces in which we can get lost for a while, in a productive way - to provide ideas that define spaces rather than statements that define closure. The movement back and forth among the ideas can be rapid, as in the presence of a friend with whom we are having a conversation. It can be slow, as when we are pondering difficult problems in solitude. But in either case it is an activity, not a consumption. Philosophy does not convey information - it promotes thought. I know that there is a strong temptation to treat philosophy as if it conveyed information. Every time a book or article comes out on some philosophical topic there is a rush to read it, and then to repeat what is said in it - as if philosophy were like science or technology, something that could be learned from someone else and put to use. But this is not at all what philosophy is. There is a trivial sense in which all thinking is a “dialogue” - since our thoughts are stimulated by what we have heard and read, and take account of it. But philosophy, as I understand it, has a dialogical structure in a very special and intense sense - to such an extent that a work of philosophical thought cannot be finished. It can only be abandoned. Its structure is not that of an edifice with rooms arranged around a courtyard, or of a spiral shell. Its structure is more like that of a flame, which keeps changing as long as it burns, with every point in the flame interacting with every other.
Now it may be that you’re thinking, “Yes, this is very interesting, but what is its relevance to the issue we’re discussing? That of history and change - in which there seems to be a real, an unambiguous movement from the past toward the future.”
It seems to me that everything I have said so far is relevant to that issue, in this way: What is essential about the past is that it cannot be altered. We cannot undo what has been done. In that sense, time moves in a single direction - toward the end of all possibilities, an end that can be evaded for an indefinite time, but not forever. What philosophy can do is to make us conscious of the burden of the past. When we read a poem, or enter into a philosophical dialogue, we can use it to confront what has happened in the past. In doing so, we not only free ourselves of a burden - we also add to the weight of history, because what has now been integrated into our experience becomes part of what cannot be undone. So we have two sorts of movement, neither of which is in contradiction to the other. One is the movement of history - the sequence of events. The other is the movement of thought - the unrolling of our experience. They correspond to the two aspects of time I spoke of before - its linear and its passing character.
A similar structure can be seen in music. The music of Bach, for example, does not give the impression of a movement toward an end. But it is clear that his compositions take place within a determinate, fixed temporal framework - the length of a certain number of measures. To my mind, that is what makes his music so beautiful - not any religious meaning that it might have for someone else, and not any formal perfection or simplicity either. The unity of his music does not result from any culmination in a particular place or from any steady development toward some goal. It results from the fact that every moment in the music is integrated with the others - with all that has gone before and all that is yet to come - so that each one forms a nexus from which the structure radiates in every direction. In other words, Bach’s music has a sort of two-dimensional time - the length of the piece forms one axis, and the momentary development of each moment forms the other. That is why listening to his music is like being inside a maze. At each point you know how far you have come, and you have some idea of what is going to happen next - but the possibilities of how you will get there are numerous and indeterminate, and the fact that you have passed that particular point before (or that someone else has passed it before, if you are not the creator of the music) prevents you from getting lost in the process of getting to the end. The musical idea is something like the idea of a dialectic without synthesis - with each moment, simultaneously, both concluding what has gone before and opening what is to come, without any reduction or unification of opposites. Such a structure seems to me to express the two aspects of time very well. It acknowledges the linear movement toward the end by taking account of the fixed duration of the music. But it gives that linear movement a passing quality by making each moment into a nexus that interacts with every other one.
And there are similar structures in other areas of experience too. When we look at a landscape, for example, it seems to be laid out along a single axis. There is a clear line of movement, a dominating line that points to a particular vanishing point on the horizon. But at the same time we are aware of a multitude of possible paths, different lines along which we could move in exploring the landscape. That is how I feel about history. I take it that its direction is clear - toward an end. But at the same time I try to think about it as having a sort of dialectical structure, in which each moment is related to all the others and open to them. In this way, every historical moment has a significance that extends beyond itself, even when it has been forgotten or suppressed. There are no moments that are absolutely isolated, even when the past that surrounds them seems to have solidified into an impenetrable mass. It is that solidified mass, after all, that bears witness to the passage of time - a passage that, precisely in passing, remains invisible. It is invisible, but it leaves traces.
What I’m trying to say is this: the movement of the past is visible in its effects - the weight of what has been is what gives us the solid earth - but its passage is invisible. We experience the effects but not the movement itself. It is only by thinking dialectically, that is, by considering how each moment of history is related to all the others, that we can catch a glimpse of that invisible movement. I believe that what has happened is as real as what is happening - that is, just as real as our direct experiences. If we give up that belief, then we cease to have any hope of grasping history, because our grasp of the present is always, to some degree, uncertain and partial. If we cannot know history in that way, then we also lose our grip on the present. The present appears to us then as an irreversible moment - but not as something that is moving irrevocably toward the end, not as something in which an end is already at work, albeit invisibly. And it is just that invisibility of the end that prevents us from feeling the urgency of the situation we are in. We can no longer perceive the enormity of the moment because we cannot perceive the invisibility of what is about to happen. In that case, all we are left with is the pure instantaneousness of the present, without any depth - a sort of shallow pond with no bottom. But what makes us think that history consists of a sequence of such shallow ponds?
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