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Oct. 25, 2004 When the philosopher suddenly bids farewell to his very essence, that which really aimed towards the point of departure in the first place, let alone it being the single object of intelligent endeavour, he must surely consider a volte-face. Was it not a philosophizing itself that brought together the paradoxical negation of meaning in existential thinking? For sure, it is a philosophical conclusion as such to judge philosophy meaningless! And so, I once again shake the hand of the real human nature which is that of a thinker! Greetings, my friend, you philosophical beast… greetings! And may we never part again! Into the realm of thought and idea then, as if the real human, the one who strives towards becoming non-animal which is truly the only actual human, is ever not thinking of that haunting infinity of the perception and perceived. What is philosophy then? Is it a primal intelligent instinct, a force running through the blood of the questioning-questionable soul? No. It is the unaware awareness of being; aware in the sense of sensing something existent (whatever that may truly be) and unaware in the sense of ultimately not comprehending the awareness itself through not being able to see beyond the perceived thing and more restrictively so, unable to transcend awareness itself in order to see awareness in its full meaning. Thus, awareness is only partly aware. It is an inclusive state: the aware is aware through itself, thus operating itself and using a part of itself to act – anything using itself to constitute what it postulates as its essence cannot view its essence in its entirety as it is what it is through its essence and through the view on its essence. What then, you ask, is the meaning in mulling over existence? Well, the mouth uttering such a question is indeed that of a fools’. For, what is the point in chasing something of which you do not know the meaning? Are you chasing something that is within reach? Is it out of reach and indeed absurd? Is its nature real or imagined? What does one do in each case? Moreover, there is in fact a more serious and worthwhile question to ask: Am I, the philosopher looking for answers or questions? The only philosopher is the one not occupying him with the formulation of promising theories as to finding complete answers that would create a destination, one that is false, of a pit of boredom and ultimately questionable in its resolution. For what is the meaning of an answer, does it not kill the curiosity and the lust for living and discovering and annihilation? Is the philosopher not the thinker who creates ever more questions upon questions? Is not that the worth of life of the mind? Infinity devoid of all questions would utterly starve the mind and invalidate the human ideal. Questions or the ‘unknown’ is what fires the mind to think. If all conditions in which the mind found itself were completely empty of any propositions, probabilities, challenges and the like, the mind would have never existed. It is the very questioning-act itself which validates the mind. When the mind questions it creates more of itself, it extends itself onto the external world. And answers themselves are indeed the consequence of questions, as well as the potential for new questioning. If the mind ever comes to one final answer for everything it would mean the end of everything, for without something to analyse, something to think about, it would become a vegetable! Fortunately that is not possible, as the mind will always question. Even if the only thing left to question is the questioning-act as such or the meaning of the answer per se. Thus the true thinker, the poor philosopher, is condemned to chase that ever evasive horizon of questioning, never becoming richer by any answer, but only to become more obsessed by the echoing voice of its own cerebral schemes in play and alternating liaison with one another. ------------ About the author Werner Reyneke: I am a 23 year old passionate writer/poet in my spare time and a computer programmer by proffession. Visit my website to see my first published book. I live in South Africa and have been published in a local newspaper (some poems in Haiku form) for the first time in February 2000. I have also been selected for publication in a VoicesNet Anthology (visit www.Voicesnet.org) and a Poetry.com (ILP Publishers) anthology called "Eternal Portraits"). Visit my website at: http://myweb.absa.co.za/wreyneke/Mybook.htm Email: wreyneke@absamail.co.za Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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