Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_§1.17.1.1_Life as Performance Art



~by David Aiken~

§ 2 “Ench”, 1.17.1.1
TRANSLATION (AIKEN)—Always keep in mind that you are, in fact, only a performer who is interpreting a part in a play—whichever part (2) the director of the play chooses. If the part is small, then it will be of a humble sort; if the part is big, then it will be of a more significant sort. It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone who is poor as a mouse, or someone who is disabled, or one who is in a position of public responsibility or leadership, or just an average man in the street—you are called upon to play your part eloquently. (5) For your sole concern is this: to play well the part assigned to you. (6) But selecting which role you are to play? This task belongs to another.
2 “Ench”, 1.17.1.1
         Me÷mnhso, o¢ti uJpokrith\ß ei• dra¿matoß, oiºou a·n qe÷lhØ 2 oJ dida¿skaloß: a·n bracu/, brace÷oß: a·n makro/n, makrouv: a·n ptwco\n uJpokri÷nasqai÷ se qe÷lhØ, iºna kai« touvton eujfuw◊ß uJpokri÷nhØ 4 a·n cwlo/n, a·n a‡rconta, a·n i˙diw¿thn. so\n ga»r touvt’ e¶sti, to\ doqe«n uJpokri÷nasqai pro/swpon kalw◊ß: e˙kle÷xasqai d’ aujto\ a‡llou.

17. Remember that you are an actor in a drama, of such a kind as the author pleases to make it. If short, of a short one; if long, of a long one. If it is his pleasure you should act a poor man, a cripple, a governor, or a private person, see that you act it naturally. For this is your business, to act well the character assigned you; to choose it is another's.

§ On Remembering

In Aristotle’s Metaphysics (980B 21), he claims that bees do not have memory and that, therefore, although intelligent, they cannot learn:
Such [animals] as cannot hear sounds (as the bee, and any other similar type of creature) are intelligent, but cannot learn; those only are capable of learning which possess this sense in addition to the faculty of memory.
[980B 21] καὶ διὰ τοῦτο ταῦτα φρονιμώτερα καὶ μαθητικώτερα τῶν μὴ δυναμένων μνημονεύειν ἐστί, φρόνιμα μὲν ἄνευ τοῦ μανθάνειν ὅσα μὴ δύναται τῶν ψόφων ἀκούεινοἷον μέλιττα κἂν εἴ τι τοιοῦτον ἄλλο γένος ζῴων ἔστι

Whatever the empirical evidence for Aristotle’s opinion on the learning capacity of the diffident bee, there does certainly seem to be an arguable link between memory and the capacity to learn. If we are eternally forgetting everything, and on this point Aristotle and Epictetus find common ground, then like the Aristotelian bee, we will not be able to stand in the World-stream with any sense of having learned something about human standing, which will serve us as we strive to understand and to act within the accumulating maelstrom of space and time.
            We have already seen in earlier sections of the Enchiridion how important Remembering is to Epictetus; so, it will come as no surprise that he admonishes us again here in §17 to: Keep always in the front of your mind [memneso = Me÷mnhso]. A perfect middle-passive imperative, or command form of the verb, memneso reminds us not to overlook, right now at this point in space-time, what we have learned in the past. We first saw this in Enchiridion §2, for example, where we read:
The … very first imperative memneso (Me÷mnhso; §1, L.1), … is in the perfect tense. Standard Greek grammars remind us that verbs in the perfect tense carry the idea that the progress of an action has been completed in past time and that the results of that action are ongoing—such as, I started chewing gum, (and I am still chewing gum to this day). This perfect imperative of the idea ‘to remember’, then, is that we knew or learned something in past time, and that we still today are keeping what we learned in mind. Hence our interest in rendering Epictetus’ phrase, not with Ms. Carter’s foreshortened “Remember that…,” but rather with the more sustained idea: “You must continue to keep in mind that the promise implicit in desire…”

Then, in our consideration of Enchiridion §15, we concluded, and none too hastily, that “one might almost make the case that a nickname for the Enchiridion could be ‘My laundry list of philosophical things to remember…’,”
because memnhso is used some 17 times in the Enchiridion (Enchr. 1.2, 1.4; 2.1; 3.2; 10.1; here in 15.1; 17.1; 20.1; 22.7; 25.5; 26.10; 32.1, 32.2; 33.14; 34.4; 36.7; 42.1; 46.4; 51.2), of which 7 occurrences are in the first sentence of a complex clause, which is to say, in the emphatic position. All this to say, in a round-about kind of way, that ‘remembering’ is very important to Epictetus.

§ Various bits and bobs about theatrical words in ancient Greece
            Section §17 of Epictetus’ Enchiridion, which is essentially a walking, talking bundle of philosophically striking metaphors, is just chock full of terminology taken from ancient theater, and other socially relevant tidbits borrowed from daily fare in the lives of the ancient Hellenistic world. It is a text full of references to actors or performers [hypokrites = uJpokrith\ß] and theatrical producers or author-directors [didaskalos = dida¿skaloß]; to the socially vulnerable, in the form of beggars [ptoxhon = ptwco\n] and the handicapped or lame [cholon = cwlo/n]; to public leaders or the Restoration English equivalent of what John Locke will call in his “A Letter about Toleration,” magistrates [archonta = a‡rconta]; and, of course, to members of John Q. Public [idioten = i˙diw¿thn], which does not mean ‘idiot’, as the word itself might suggest phonetically, but rather ‘private individual’, relative to ‘idiosyncratically’.
Essentially, Epictetus is giving us in this section an adults’ version of the English counting nursery rhyme that we used to shout out in glee when I was a kid,
Tinker, Tailor,
Soldier, Sailor,
Rich Man, Pie Man,
Beggar Man, Thief.

The American version, which I most remember, had the same rhythm but different words,
Rich Man, Poor Man,
Beggar Man, Thief,
Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief.

At least one philosophical take-away from this list of possible parts that we may play in the show of Life, is that the question of a human’s life will not ultimately concern ontology, or ‘what’ we are. In this analogy, much after the fashion of Heraclitus*, Epictetus invites us to think of a life not in terms of essences, not in terms of who I, the actor, think I “am.” For the actor who is acting well is in fact invisible on stage; so, it is not a question of who the actor “is.” Rather, what is important is whom the actor is depicting or portraying on stage, and whether that depiction is natural and eloquent. So the philosophical framing in this section does not concern ontology or the question of essences; rather, it is a matter of ethics—a call to action. Which character am I portraying to the public, and how well am I acting my part?

Line 1. A performer (hypokrites; ὑποκριτής).
Epictetus tells each of us to remember: “you are a performer … interpreting a part in a play.” In ancient Greek expression, a performer (hypokrites; ὑποκριτής) is, literally, ‘one who answers back’, where the implication is clearly theatrical and discursive. The relationship is in fact a trio, where the Performer is the dramatic middleman sandwiched in between the authorial intent, which is expressed through the content of the dramatic Text, and the Audience, who is the enraptured consumer of {the text + the performance}. The performer, the play-actor, is a respondent—he must give answer to the questions and expectations of the viewers in terms of the text he is interpreting for them on stage.
Hypokrites is a hapax usage in the Enchiridion, but the term occurs three times in Epictetus’s Discourses. In Book I of the Discourses, chapter 24, lns. 17ff. (per the Perseus source), and taking his cue from the Oedipus Tyrannus of Sophocles, Epictetus says: Whenever you are brought into any such society, think then that you encounter a tragic actor [τραγῳδῷ], or, rather, not an actor [ὑποκριτῇ], but Oedipus himself.
In Book 4, chapter 1, lns. 63ff, one reads: Socrates is not to be basely preserved. He who refused to vote for what the Athenians commanded; he who condemned the thirty tyrants; he who held such discourses on virtue and moral beauty, - such a man is not to be preserved by a base action, but is preserved by dying, instead of running away. For even a good actor [ὁ ἀγαθὸς ὑποκριτὴς] is preserved as such by leaving off when he ought; not by going on [p. 2147] to act beyond his time.
            Finally, we find a third usage in Discourses, Book 4, chapter 7, lns. 13ff:  What hinders a man, who has clearly separated (comprehended) these things, from living with a light heart and bearing easily the reins, quietly expecting every thing which can happen, and enduring that which has already happened? Would you have me to bear poverty? Come and you will know what poverty is when it has found one who can act well [καλοῦ ὑποκριτοῦ] the part of a poor man.

§ More on Hypokrites.
But one may well ask: is there at least some interesting imagery hiding behind this word, hypokrites, given its forceful, Tartuffe-esque kind of association in so many Western narratives? Jungian psychologist David Holt in “Hypokrites and Analyst (1968, No 145), suggests a brief history of the term:
This Greek word Hypokrites has had an interesting growth and shift in meaning. In the Ionian dialect used by Homer, the verb from which it is derived meant something like this: to express a decision, based on deep reflection, knowledge and intuition, in reply to a question – and the question is to be thought of not as a cold, logical question, but as informed with urgency, as much a challenge from one person to another as a question. From this meaning grew the further sense of explain, expound, interpret, and the word was specifically used of the interpretation of dreams and oracles in Homer, and much later in the Attic of Aristophanes and Plato.
A further sense of the word developed in the Attic dialect alone, to mean “to speak in dialogue, to play a part on the stage”. Thus the noun Hypokrites was used of the stage actor from about 500 B.C. By the end of the 4th century B.C., in the speeches of Demosthenes, it was beginning to acquire a negative sense of to play a false part, to deceive. It was this sense of the word which was picked up in the Greek translation of the New Testament, when Christ is describing the Pharisees, and it is this sense with which we are familiar in our modern English word hypocrite.

From his historical perch in the 4th-3rd century BC, Aristotle does not yet seem to see any shift toward falseness as a sense of hypokrites, at least to judge by Nicomachean Ethics 1111b: [8] Also we may wish for what cannot be secured by our own agency, for instance, that a particular actor or athlete may win.
But this shift has clearly occurred in Greek language usage by the time we reach the beginnings of the NT period, where hypokrites is used some 16 times, reflecting not just a difference in common usage, but also an entirely different cultural world.

§ Line 2. The director of the play (didaskalos; oJ dida¿skaloß).
What Phrontisterion here translates in English as the play’s ‘director’, does not actually correspond entirely to the ancient Greek notion of didaskalos, which is actually a much broader fusion of author, producer, and director. For clarification, according to Wright (2009, 161),
In the Poetics (6.1450b) Aristotle highlights the important fact that the competitions did not differentiate between plays, playwrights, producers, or actors. Indeed, it seems inevitable that, despite anyone’s best intentions, the quality of the acting would have influenced audiences and judges more than any other aspect of the production. It was probably for this reason that a “Best Actor” prize was instituted ca. 440 BC, to focus the judges’ attention on the quality of the plays themselves. Aristotle mentions the acting prizes in his section on hypokrisis in the Rhetoric (3.1403b-1404a): he says that these prizes are won by actors who are good at delivery, but he adds that actors still have more influence than poets in contests generally. Aristotle goes on to compare dramatic contests to political ones: in both spheres it is the vulgar, ignorant character of the listeners that is seen as responsible for the conduct and outcome of events. Dramatic performances are seen as a form of rhetoric (which is itself a “vulgar” art), winning over the opinion of audiences or judges. Once again, as elsewhere, the point is the audiences miss the real meaning of the material presented to them, and that their judgment is based on superficial or misguided criteria. Elsewhere Aristotle describes the effect of competition on the literary works themselves. His chief cause for complaint is in the area of plot. The audiences and judges are said to prefer badly constructed, “episodic” plot-lines, in which the order of events is not probable or necessary:

Helen Bacon (Fall, 1994 - Winter, 1995, 6) further informs scholarship on this point of a fusion concept, by actually showing some meaningful distinctions in the literature, when she writes:
A poet who wished to produce a play went before an Athenian magistrate and, in the official phrase, "asked for a chorus." If his play (in the case of tragedy usually four plays) was approved, he was "granted a chorus," financed by a wealthy citi zen to whom the city assigned this task as a civic obligation. In the official records of Athens he is called khorgos, "chorus-leader." The poet himself is always referred to as didaskalos, "trainer" (i.e. of the chorus).

Interestingly, for students of Latin as well as for students of ancient Greek, perhaps the most immediately recognizable translation for didaskalos is as ‘teacher’. Because didaskalos is commonly used to distinguish between the workman-teacher (didaskalos) and the apprentice-student (mathetes).

§ Line 4. A beggar (ptochon; ptwco\n). It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone who is poor as a mouse.
            In the world of the politically correct it is difficult to know how to translate some of the words in this section, such as beggar. But the concept is important, because Epictetus reminds us that we may be called upon to play this role in the theater of our lives.
In Greek antiquity, notions associated with the beggar were of a most interesting, and often, excellent sort. Comes readily to mind for many of us, obviously, Jesus, an immediate historical neighbor of Epictetus, who invites us to recall that the ‘poor in spirit’ (ptochon; ptwco\n)—the mentally or intellectually and spiritually beggared—are blessed (Matt. 5:3; Luke 6:20), although heaven only knows what weight that idea yet carries in a world given over to acquisition of wealth and self-serving consumerism.
            Another heavily textured example of the ‘beggar’ in antiquity is, of course, reflected in the person of Homer’s Odysseus. By association of words in the Homeric world, Odysseus is unable to return to his homeland as the rightful king of Ithaka, so Athena enables his return home disguised as a beggar, and therefore as a xeinos, or a visiting foreigner. So, when Odysseus presents himself, as a visitor and beggar, to his own palace, he automatically becomes the guest-friend (e.g., Odyssey 1.313; 1.187; 8.145) of the house, which obligates that house to guarantee him the rituals of hospitality. Strangers, wanderers, and guests, of course, were under the additional general protection of Zeus ξένιος (cf. Odyssey 6.208; 8.546; 9.270)

Two terms for ‘beggar’ in Greek are ptochon and prosaites, which are fundamentally interchangeable. Incidentally, however, there is an interesting difference in notional image that the dictionaries suggest between beggar-ptochon (ptwco\n) and beggar-prosaites (προσαίτης), which seems to be the NT’s preferred usage.  The ptochon-beggar seems to evoke the posture of ‘cringing’ or ‘crouching’, and touches upon the notions of being ‘poorly’ or ‘scantily’—dressed; fed; etc., while the prosaites­-beggar, as suggested by its verbal form, seems rather to evoke the act of being bothersome to someone by insistently asking for a hand-out, or by soliciting.

§ Line 4. A disabled person (cholos; χωλός). It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone […] who is disabled.
In the world of the NT, we normally see cholos translated as lame, such as: Jesus healing the lame. The word itself means lame in the feet; halting; or limping; as it could also refer to the type of poetical meter which is truncated or halting, such as trochaic meter. It would be amusing, in a childish kind of way, to imagine Jesus healing halting or lame poetry; but then again, such musing might also be thought a bit offensive and blasphemous, when in fact it is only intended to be playful and frivolous.
Still, in deference to our politically correct thought world, it is difficult to know just how to translate accurately, and tastefully, lame in our text. But the take-away idea for Epictetus remains important: that we may be called upon to play this debilitating or lame role in the theater of our lives.

§ Line 5. A person in a position of public responsibility or leadership (archonta; a‡rconta). It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone […] who is in a position of public responsibility or leadership.
            The position of the archon in Greek antiquity has no immediate correspondent in modern Western society. Its sense is of one who is a ruler or commander. In earlier Anglo-iterations, the archon would have been translated as akin to the public magistrate; or as, perhaps, a mayor, or a member of the city council, or…. There is no doubt that the archon is a social leadership type of role, but it is not necessarily political, nor military, nor hierarchically absolute in nature, such as might be thought with kings or presidents. Per the wiki-source on the question of archons,
In the early literary period of ancient Greece the chief magistrates of various Greek city states were called Archon. The term was also used throughout Greek history in a more general sense, ranging from "club leader" to "master of the tables" at syssitia to "Roman governor".  In Roman terms, archontes ruled by imperium, whereas basileis ("kings") had auctoritas. […]
Under the Athenian constitution, Archons were also in charge of organizing festivals by bringing together poets, playwrights, actors, and city-appointed choregai (wealthy citizen patrons). The Archon would begin this process months in advance of a festival by selecting a chorus of three playwrights based on descriptions of the projected plays. Each playwright would be assigned a choregos, also selected by the Archon, from among the wealthy citizens who would pay all the expenses of costumes, masks, and training the chorus. The Archon also assigned each playwright a principal actor (the protagonist), as well as a second and third actor. The City Dionysia, an ancient dramatic festival held in March in which tragedy, comedy, and satyric drama originated, was under the direction of one of the principal magistrates, the archon eponymos.

§ Line 5bis. A person who is just an average man in the street (idioten; i˙diw¿thn). It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone […] who is just an average man in the street.
            The notion of the ‘private man’ stands in clear contrast to the public man, in the way that the private person or individual is clearly understood to be distinct from a representative of the State in public office or stately function, such as the archonta (a‡rconta).The ‘average man’ can also stand over and against a person of distinction, as Plutarch uses it, as it can be used, as in Aristotle, to represent the difference between one’s own countrymen, and the ξένοι, the foreigners or guest-friends.
Just for the fun of the words for this concept in English, per the wiki-source,
John, Quisquam and "The Public" first appears in the formation of the United States as a nation where English and German were being discussed as the official language of the new United States in the later 1700's. Many new Americans of Lutheran Germans heritage also spoke Latin and used the term "quisquam" with a gender neutral meaning of "anyone" where, in English, John was the generic male term for a person. The term John Q. Public was the name of a character created by Vaughn Shoemaker, an editorial cartoonist for the Chicago Daily News, in 1922. Jim Lange, the editorial cartoonist for The Oklahoman for 58 years, was closely identified with a version of the John Q. Public character, whom he sometimes also called "Mr. Voter". Lange's version of the character was described as "bespectacled, mustachioed, fedora-wearing".

§ Lines 4-5. Ms. Carter’s “act … naturally” and “to act well.”
            Ms. Carter remains faithful to the language of theater with her translation in lines 4-5: “see that you act it naturally. For this is your business, to act well the character assigned you.” In exchange for her literal faithfulness in the English language medium, however, she gave up some essential richnesses in connotation that belong to the original Greek.
Our vocabulary here in lines 4-5 is a denotative parallelism drawn between euphuos and kalos [eujfuwק - kalwק], which Phrontisterion renders with: you are called upon to play your part eloquently. (5) For this is your sole concern: to perform well (meaningfully) the part assigned to you.

Kalos is certainly bland enough in Greek, rather like the ho-hum English word ‘good’; and will therefore have bland-enough translations, such as Ms. Carters, For this is your business, to act well the character assigned you.
Euphuos, on the other hand, is much more lexically interesting, translating as well-grown, shapely; of good natural parts, clever; of good natural disposition—especially when speaking of horses and dogs (per Xenophon); naturally suited or adapted.
A double-bell euphonium
Euphuos is an associative intuition for words like euphoria - euphoros ‘borne well, healthy’, from eu ‘well’ + pherein ‘to bear’. Or, euphony, which is the quality of being pleasing to the ear. Or again, euphonium, which is, per wiki,
a medium-sized, 3 or 4-valve, often compensating, conical-bore, tenor-voiced brass instrument that derives its name from the Ancient Greek word εὔφωνος euphōnos, meaning "well-sounding" or "sweet-voiced" (εὖ eu means "well" or "good" and φωνή phōnē means "sound", hence "of good sound").

There is also the English word ‘euphemism’, which, per the Google-universe, is an innocuous word or expression used in place of one that may be found offensive or suggest something unpleasant. This word is properly from the Greek euphēmismos, derived from the verbal euphēmizein, which is to ‘use words auspiciously’, from eu ‘well’, of course, and phēmē a ‘saying’ or ‘speaking’.

Which all brings us right back around again to the euphuos - kalos [eujfuw◊ß - kalw◊ß] divide in §17, lns. 4-5 of Epictetus’ Enchiridion: you are called upon to play your part eloquently. (5) For your sole concern is this: to play well the part assigned to you.
Ms. Carter chooses to render euphuos with ‘naturally. This is a reasonable translating solution, because the second part of our adverb here, eu-phuos, derives precisely from notions of ‘natural’, ‘growth’, ‘stature’—from nature images relevant to growth and harvests. With this translation, though, Ms. Carter sacrifices the eu-phuos nuance that seems to interest Epictetus, as well; and it is precisely the ‘eu-‘ bit of euphuos that suggests an aesthetic outlook on the ‘natural’ part of the adverb. So, other worthy translation contenders for euphuos might be ‘vividly’, ‘impressively’, ‘remarkably’, and some variation of ‘noteworthy’, each of which invites us not just to look upon the action as natural, but as also as performed in such a way as to be noteworthy—as performed so kalos [kalw◊ß] that we, the audience, actually notice not just the flow of gestures and signs being framed on the stage in front of us, but also the naturalness of the performance itself. In order to bring out this nuance, Phrontisterion has chosen to translate the phrase, you are called upon to play your part eloquently. This word in English, of course, has overtones of speaking well, which harks back to our foundational concept of hypokrites (ὑποκριτής), of a performer who is naturally ‘one who answers back.

So, in an amplified translation, our text might read something like:
Remember, that you are a performer (one who gives answer; an interpreter or expounder (per David Holt); one who plays a part on the stage; actor; pretender; dissembler) of the deed, act; office, business, duty; or action, which is represented on the stage, of the drama or play, of whatever sort the teacher (trainer of a dithyrambic or dramatic chorus; producer of a play) should wish—if brief and humble, then of that sort, and if longer running, then of that sort. If it is the author’s pleasure that you should perform the poor man (beggar), then in that case you should also play it gracefully; or if disabled, or if a magistrate or politician, or if just an average man. For this is your domain, what you bring to the table: to present [well] the ‘face’/character/mask that has been given to you. The attribution of parts, however, this belongs to another [touvt’ e¶sti aujto\ a‡llou].

The ending of this fragment rounds out in a nice distinction, which is a bed-rock philosophical premise for Epictetus that we are invited not to neglect, between what is yours or what belongs to you to accomplish [so\n], and the pieces of our life and reality over which we have no control. So, we/you are reminded not to bother with such things that are not yours [so\n], because they are, precisely, not within your grasp to affect. They are not your affair; but, rather, they belong to another, to “someone” or “something” else, to determine [\a‡llou].

§ An ancient virtue ethic.
Aristotle and Epictetus are on the same ethical page about what it means to “act well.” The Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy summarizes this ethic of excellence.
“practical wisdom” [is] excellence in thinking and deciding about how to behave.
[…] Aristotle  argues that since the function of a human is to exercise the soul's activities according to reason, the function of a good human is to exercise well and finely the soul's activities according to reason. Given the two aspects of reason that Aristotle has distinguished, one can see that both can be well or badly done.
[…] For Aristotle, virtue is perfection of the human function and the Stoics follow in this line of thinking. While their notion of virtue builds on their notion of the underlying human nature, their account of the perfection of human nature is more complex than Aristotle's. (SEP)

A little drummer boy
As a side-note of interest on acting well: Aristotle, in addition to authoring the Nicomachean Ethics, which is a fairly definitive ancient work on acting well, was also the author of the Poetics, the definitive philosophical assessment about Greek tragedy. So, it is interesting to note that Epictetus here in his Enchiridion does not make the case that we are all tragodoi, or members of a tragic chorus playing out our role on the tragic stage of life. The author of the Handbook is not advancing any commentary here on whether or not the nature of life is inherently tragic as it plays out in the world. Rather, he is simply reminding us of the more-than-obvious fact that we are all just ‘players’ in the theater of life, and that the script will sometimes turn out to be comedy—romantic and other; sometimes tragedy; and sometimes just hum-drum situational life. And much like the Little Drummer Boy who plays his heart out when the situation demands it, we should also be ready, philosophically, to take on, and to ‘play’ to our very best potential, any part that comes our way on the world stage. But distinctly unlike the little Drummer Boy who performs his utmost in season, the point Epictetus wants to make is that our philosophical situation demands our very best performance each and every moment of our lives.

To conclude, then:
TRANSLATION (AIKEN)—Always keep in mind that you are, in fact, only a performer who is interpreting a part in a play—whichever part (2) the director of the play chooses. If the part is small, then it will be of a humble sort; if the part is big, then it will be of a more significant sort. It does not matter whether the director wants you (4) to play someone who is poor as a mouse, or someone who is disabled, or one who is in a position of public responsibility or leadership, or just an average man in the street—you are called upon to play your part eloquently. (5) For your sole concern is this: to play well the part assigned to you. (6) But selecting which role you are to play? This task belongs to another.

Many collaborative thanks on thinking through this translation to Laura du Pree (UCR Greek apasionada)

Further reading: Phrontisterion’s translation of Epictetus’ Handbook
·      Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_Section§1.16.1.1_ Deceptive Appearances
·      Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_Section §1.15.1.1_On Well-mannered Dinner Parties. Or, Living Courteously.
·      Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_Section §1.14.1.1_If Wishes Were Horses…. Or, How to Avoid Being a Slave.
·      Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_Section §1.13.1.1_ More on Making Intellectual Progress; October 2018
·      Epictetus’ Enchiridion Expanded_Section §1.12.1.1_Wrong Thinking About (Perhaps) Right Action; September 2018
·      Epictetus’Enchiridion Expanded_Section §1.11.1.1_On the Ownership of Things; August 2018
·      Epictetus’Enchiridion Expanded_§1.8.1.1, 1.9.1.1 and 1.10.1.1_Bits & Bobs of Fine Advice: Being presumptuous; December 1, 2017
Phrontisterion on Heraclitus* and Heraclitana

References and related reading:
·               Westermann, W.F. “Vocational Training in Antiquity.” In The School Review Vol. 22, No. 9 (Nov., 1914), pp. 601-610 (10 pages). Published by: The University of Chicago Press. [https://www.jstor.org/stable/1077001]
·               Sansone, David. “The Size of the Tragic Chorus.” In Phoenix Vol. 70, No. 3/4 (Fall-Winter/automne-hiver 2016), pp. 233-254 (22 pages). Published by: Classical Association of Canada. DOI: 10.7834/phoenix.70.3-4.0233. [https://www.jstor.org/stable/10.7834/phoenix.70.3-4.0233]
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Monday, June 1, 2020

On Retirement


~by David Aiken~

Retirement feels funny. Or perhaps it just really depends on how retirement gets handed to you as you get closer to that age range. In my case, retirement was publicly announced to me by the powers that be at my university… the administration foisted it on me. Their reasons are their own, of course, and have nothing to do with any decline in the quality of my teaching or research accomplishments. Rather, it was something about getting rid of senior philosophers so they can be replaced by junior (read: cheaper) academics; and it was accompanied by a troglodyte mentality from the Proverbial Age that gave rise to adages such as ‘the old dog has earned his reward’, or, ‘it is time to put that horse out to pasture’.  Whatever.
That said, and administrative rhetoric aside, despite everything my mind is thinking in its trained and reasoned way, this retirement still feels like I am being ‘thrown away’: ‘Thanks for the service; now, f*&k off and die’. ‘Make way for the younger and cheaper…’
I guess that the way this retirement ‘thing’ came about would matter to me more if I had some modicum of respect for the powers that be in this case. But I absolutely do not. And does not Epictetus teach us that this is the correct philosophical attitude, in a rephrased sort of way? That MY attitude toward retirement is all the difference between others choosing to put me out to pasture, and me deciding that I am, metaphorically speaking to be sure, being put out to stud?

All of this quibbling and hither and yon-ing, however, changes nothing in my new social reality; and I am fully aware that I am presently perched upon the horns of a phenomenological dilemma. Because my mind is giving me correct interpretations about this retirement event: that I have given excellent and professional service throughout my teaching life… that many, and perhaps even most of my students have valued what I have had to offer them through my way of teaching philosophy… that I have created goodness, and perhaps even greatness, in and through the classroom. But my feelings are still feeling that I have become, in terms of my place in the greater society, a cast-out and surplus ‘thing’ on the edge of society… am become burdensome… that my productivity is no longer of interest to the larger intellectual world that I have lived in. What a weird, fully Cartesian moment—feeling deep inside me that the mind and the body are not in agreement about this retirement event.

And then there is the fixed, and very modest, retirement pension income. ‘Buckle your seatbelt, Dorothy, 'cause Kansas has gone Bye-Bye".

So, when there is little else left to do about a thing, it seems entirely reasonable to simply give a gift.

Here, then, is my retirement gift to all my students, to those who have found any value in what I teach or how I teach. I first received as a 19-year student from one of my favorite teachers this very short visual lesson about Life and Living from Anton Chekov. The text is exquisitely relevant to all who wonder about their value in and to their world. But unfortunately, the visual copy is much the worse for wear and tear.

For those moments when we must inevitably come face-to-face with our own true endings—our changes-of-life and transitions: As we go through the process of remembering back, as does Chekov’s existential hero, let us each one hope to be still moved by whatever greatness or nobility or truthfulness has inspired us in our performance of Life, so that we can also say near the end of our road: “That will do.”

YouTube links (2 parts):

The very best of luck to you all.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Protesting America is in the Streets Again -- STAND PROUD, AMERICANS!!!!!

On Protest Movements & Conspiracy Theories, in 2-part Harmony. Common Time.



Part I – 21 November 2012
Part II – 28 November 2012
There's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear.
            (Prelude - Verismo)

Paranoia. I am a philosopher with eyes in my head; and this head of mine is canted very deliberately in the direction of the world that surrounds me. Now for what it is worth, although I am not much given to conspiracy theories I still have to admit to being plagued by a rather significant degree of social distrust. Stephen Stills penned words for my Vietnam-era generation’s deep-rooted social malaise in the song For What it’s Worth -- “paranoia strikes deep”; and in my platitudinous book, it is hackneyed but nonetheless still true that “if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck….” And, then, how can one contest the ultimate logic of the paranoid, to paraphrase Mel Gibson’s delicately-wound character from Conspiracy Theory—just because I am paranoid does not mean I am not being followed…?

This morning’s Reflection is not about the various theories of conspiracy surrounding the re-newed American President; these are presently holding court in the Internet Universe and each will run its course in due time according to its merit. Rather, I am interested in imagining, in a conspiratorial kind of way, what the world of men around me would begin to look like were I, like an author of some futuristic novel, to develop and implement a plan, or plot, or conspiracy to take over the world. This Reflection is inspired both by Richard Rubenstein’s The Cunning of History. Mass Death and the American Future, which my students read in the ethics classes, as well as by my own social paranoia.

The 20th century, born out of a 19th Century’s industrialized and economic vision of the world of men, has been described quite reasonably as a modern man's Book of the Dead. In this rather unique 1972 book Elliot calculates that the first 70 or so years of the 20th century oversaw 100+ million state-made dead, which means that both practically and metaphorically, the 20th century may go down in human history as the era that will compose the Death Symphony of the Individual. Our interest in this Reflection is the metaphorical death of the Individual as an idea, and all germane conspiracies tending toward that end.
            Now, philosophically speaking, the modern idea of the Individual was born along with René Descartes’ (1596-1650) Big Idea of the cogito-Individual—the Thinking Self. Of course the idea was not his alone; but it was his primarily.

Everybody look what's going down…
There's battle lines being drawn
Nobody's right if everybody's wrong
            (Intermezzo – adagio)

The History of the Individual as an Idea. From the bird’s eye, the view of the history of this idea looks a little like this: the Greece of antiquity oversaw a shift away from traditional mythological representations of the world, a world full of gods and other invisible critters, to an era dominated by simple men reasoning around and about the physical world that was in front of them, and confining their reasoning to the material edges of that world. The general thinking in this period in the history of philosophy was that it is possible to think about the physical world, and men in the world, without having to explain things in terms of Invisibles… so gods became, by and large, sidelined as explanatory devices. Blandly concluded, Plato the dualist and Aristotle the monist would become central figures in the history of this philosophical shift, each representing a distinct point of view. Plato thought that there were two dimensions of reality, physical and non-physical (but not really gods of any meaningful sort), and Aristotle that there was only one essentially knowable dimension of reality, the physical.
            Now even though Aristotle (384 BC – 322 BC) will define the human animal as a featherless biped that reasons, i.e., biology that is of the thinking sort, philosophically speaking the Individual as an idea is still not in fact fully birthed in the era of the ancient Greek thinkers (although I seem to recall that F. W. Nietzsche interpreted Socrates as the first individual… it would seem, after all, that FWN did not always get it right!).
            With the advent of the Christian period, which would naturally be more receptive to a Platonism that admits of Invisibles than to an Aristotelianism that finds more persuasive the idea that the world is entirely composed in terms of materiality, the focus of thinking will once again shift away from the substantial world of the earliest philosophers and back to an earlier, mythological way of defining the world in terms of Invisibles. In the Christian period, which will continue all the way to the modern period (where we meet, among others, Descartes), men will not be conceived individually or as individuals in any meaningful fashion, but will be clumped together into a “people”; “all God’s Creatures” will be fused into an indistinct collectivized mass called the Invisible Church, with all the attendant Christian values, vices, and virtues.
            Now all this listing of events hither and yon is neither here nor there, but is just a brief, bird’s eye view refresher in the history of philosophical ideas, which brings us right back around to why Descartes’ idea of the cogito-Individual is a Big Idea. With this idea Descartes in fact challenges the Christian collectivist or fusionist definition of man—the idea of the Church, both material and spiritual, which constitutes the bedrock of Christian belief. For the thinkers of his day Descartes confirmed philosophically Aristotle’s original idea of Man as “biology that reasons,” by persuasively affirming that in its essence the individual is a “thinking thing,” which is what cogito means; and, voilà, an idea is born, and Descartes is obliged to flee très-catholique France for the more “livable” atmosphere of Amsterdam.
            Now, this idea of the cogito-Individual will split off into many historico-philosophical streams.
1) One stream will become the foundation of Kantian philosophy, with obvious repercussions on German thinking as a whole all the way up to Nietzsche, and will go on to be the paradigm structure of the psychological theories of Sigmund Freud in particular.
2) Another stream will go on to inspire the philosophes of the English and French Enlightenments to challenge formally, i.e., philosophically, the collectivizing dogma of the Christian Church, and would ultimately result in the idea that all things pertaining to the church should be separated from anything pertaining to the State, which in turn gave rise to a very modern State value that we call secularism, under whose aegis both the Americans and the French will wrap their young democracies.
3) A third stream of the idea of the cogito-Individual will be that which wetted the thirst of John Locke, who will provide the philosophical fuel for the fire that will ultimately cause the historical meltdown of the idea of the divine rights of kings; from this will spring up in turn a new idea, which is the validation of the idea of the social contract. This idea-stream will then dampen the boots of Thomas Jefferson, who decides that it will fit very nicely as the philosophical cornerstone for the Nation that the new-world philosophes were trying to articulate philosophically and to create practically and institutionally. When “The People” as a body of valuable Individuals is created as an idea, and then set in opposition to the idea of a “king,” this also automatically allows the logical possibility for the creation of individual rights for men.
4) And finally, this idea of the cogito-Individual will also be the foundation that will support the rise of the masses in the 19th century, where each individual has rights, and each one counts in the real function of State, both as working contributor in the industrial production of the State’s economy, and as social and political participant though universal suffrage “in the way the State should go”.

In the history of western philosophy the period surrounding and following Descartes is aptly called the Age of Reason. Along with generating some amazingly Big Philosophical Thoughts, like the cogito-Individual, there was at this point another idea-pattern that strode upon the center-stage of western history with far-reaching consequences – for with the dissolution of the monarchy-idea and the emergence of the idea of The People, it was almost an organic necessity that men would work out an alternative pattern for social structure—the idea of Nation. Will and Ariel Durant remind us that a simple exchange took place in western social thought in this period of our history—as the cogito-Individual took form philosophically, it also had to rethink itself politically: “In this period the basic developments were the rise of murderous nationalisms and the decline of murderous theologies.”  

You step out of line,
the men come and take you away 
            (Accelerando)

As I was saying before the historian of ideas in me cried out for context: born of a 19th Century’s revolution in industry and economy, the 20th century will orchestrate the slow and very deliberate decline of this very particular republican and liberal idea of the Individual. This is the philosophical mooring of Rubenstein’s vision, and of my futuristic fantasy. The exercise for us, then, is to think about the Nazi period in Germany, and then to take the deceptively simple mental step of transposing some of the more disastrous elements of the German State of the Nazi era onto today’s American State (Rubenstein specifically transposes onto the America of the Nixon Administration, but my interest is more general in scope).
            In the broadest strokes, Rubenstein’s argument is that the business (corporate) and industrial philosophy of the Nazi state was framed around the idea that man was an exploitable cog within the machinery of the State, hence subservient to the idea and purpose of State, in all respects. With this idea as philosophical and socio-political premise, a predictable starting point for assuring the economic stability of the Nazi State, was for the State and Industry to seek out or to create a renewable and disposable source of minimally paid, or indeed unpaid labor to ensure continued industrial production.
            To create such a population, in 1935 Germany passed the Nuremburg Laws, which stripped Jews of German citizenship and redefined them as wards or “subjects” of the German State; and by redefining and thereby creating a specific, legally marginalized, and dependent population within the State, Germany was easily able to transition from caretaker State to slaveholder State, which (according to the Internet-God) worked to the advantage of companies such as Thyssen, Krupp, IG Farben, Fordwerke (the German subsidiary of the Ford Motor Company) and Adam Opel AG (a subsidiary of General Motors). Of course, an early 19th century corporation that might look an awful lot like IBM would be needed to do all the bookkeeping and accounting for the captains of these Industries.
            The process begins by legally redefining and marginalizing the desired population, then interning them, first in ghettos then in internment or labor camps (such as Auschwitz); this provided German Industry & Friends with an almost infinitely renewable source of free labor to be redefined progressively as the particular labor pool became exhausted (i.e., the Jews, the Gypsies, the Communists, the Poles, the homosexuals, the blacks, etc.). So the utility of the state-cog/slave laborer to the German State of the Nazi era was defined in terms of Industry and Production, and this cog/laborer was either immediately disposed of (annihilated), or disposed of in the short term when its work capacity began to diminish below a certain horizon.
            As a business philosophy or strategy, the advantages to German Industry of this process of labor pool creation during the war, were obvious.  Exhausting this type of labor pool does not drain the economic resources of the State, because the overhead is minimal and the labor is free, thus guaranteeing a bottom-line net profit to whoever owns the slave.

Friday, May 1, 2020

Waiting



~by David Aiken~

From confinement.fr, 2020

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A whole lot of our lives is spent just hanging around, waiting. Waiting, though, is a very singular occupation, and deeply deceptive. For behind the calm appearance of inaction there is an endless bustle of unseen, and certainly unobserved, action actually occurring.

There are nights that I still dream about diving… springboard diving—flying through the air with the greatest of ease, and all that jazz. I have had these dreams regularly for most of my adult life, and after all these years I still really do not know what to think about them.
In these dreams I “feel” myself to be in an emotionally neutral state—there is neither fear nor anticipation nor intimidation, although Lord knows that there were some dives I hated doing because they scared me to death; other dives I hated simply because I did not like diving from anything higher than a 1-meter diving board. But neither is there exhilaration in these dreams—although I can still clearly recall some rare moments of body-soaring splendor associated with deliberately falling through the air and entering taut into the waiting arms of receptive, womb-like blue waters.
In these dreams my body is both subject and object. It seems to be a distinctly different entity from my watching and “feeling” mind-self; and yet these two, mind and body, are co-happening in the same exact space using precisely the same tools. This is intuitive Cartesianism at its very best. My diving dreams involve me watching my body falling through unoccupied space as a detached outside observer would; but the observer is actually also watching and experiencing the action, and anticipating the various movements and gestures, unemotionally, from inside the plunging body.
These dream states do not even seem to involve my body-in-motion as a process of an object succumbing to gravity. But rather, like Zeno’s arrow, my body is in a series of quasi stop-motion images where I observe myself at different stations or static moments in the stop-action motion picture of the dive. Where the true Outsider sees the split-second fluidity of action, the inside observer, poised in space, feels an eternity of inaction—of holding fast, of waiting. A fine phenomenological moment for a dream, I suppose. But our reflection here is interested in the question of the meaning of such dreams.

I was a fine-enough diver for the day: high school varsity athlete and letter-man; MVP in my senior year; district high-point scorer; athletic scholarship to dive for a large state university; Olympic coaches—tout le biz, quoi. However, I knew even then that I was never going to be a truly excellent diver, because I detested competition—even in those days of my budding, I was the hippy philosopher… I was in the game for the beauty of the experience rather than for the competitive win. It was obvious to me early on that I was never going to be the great competitor, simply because I had started diving too late. As the high school hipster version of myself, I was going through some of the local diving camps, which were being flooded by 10-year old kids who were already doing more complicated dives (i.e., with higher degrees of difficulty) than I ever would do, and with much greater technical proficiency.
But I clearly excelled in at least one area: the undisputed consensus of anyone who has watched me dive was that in the air I was “truly beautiful to behold,” as Frank-N-Furter says about his newborn monster, Rocky. I was graceful; balletic; strong; …and pretty. There was also the wayward opinion that I had “sexy ankles” when pointed. So, I was a young man who, although he had some natural grace and gymnastic talent to recommend him, was always going to be in the wrong competitive game simply because he started the sport too late.

One interesting aspect of my dreams, is that they take me by the hand and lead me back into a reconstruction of body-memories and sensorial states; and this leaves me with a pleasant feeling when I wake up remembering. But this observation takes me no further along my path of trying to assess what these dreams might signify. I suppose it could simply be enough that I have some pleasure in just having of these dreams; but it seems to me there must be some additional meaning that my slumbering intelligence is trying to sort out through these body memories, which are becoming more and more remote from my waking reality with each passing day.

In the morning after having one of these dreams, I was telling my bride all about it, and she immediately looked up dreams at an online dream dictionary, here, and discovered about springboard diving dreams the following meanings:
·      To dream that you are diving into clear water indicates that you have overcome your obstacles and setbacks. You have a new sense of confidence. Things are looking up. Alternatively, the dream indicates that you are trying to get to the bottom of a current situation or the root of your problems or feelings. It may also refer exploration of your subconscious. 
·      To dream that you are diving into muddy water suggests that you are feeling anxious about how you have handled certain issues in your waking life.  
·      To see others diving in your dream represents psychological and emotional balance.
·      To see animals diving in your dream suggest that are exploring your instinctual and sexual urges which have been previously suppressed into your subconscious.

However, as none of these seem to be relevant interpretations or even interesting explanations of my diving dreams (animals diving?), we can blithely pass on, secure in remembering that, per Jung, ultimately only the dreamer can know the “truth” about his dream.

A second interpretative possibility for my dreams under the rubric, Diving Board (dreams):
·      To see or stand on a diving board in your dream indicates that you need to think things through carefully and thoroughly before you take the plunge. The dream may signal a new phase in your life. Consider the height of the diving board. The higher the diving board, the more significant and more difficult it is to take the next step and make the plunge.

This second possible interpretation proved a little more insightful, because I had this particular dream the night before my first class in the new academic semester. But, I still have to admit that these cheesola dream interpretation Internet sites are not terribly insightful, even if, on occasion, their nuclear bomb approach to dreams may hit the platitudinous interpretative peripheries on a possible target of meanings.

Sometimes, most of the time in fact, my diving dreams are about the specific mechanics of a particular dive. Perhaps my favorite dive, and the one that occupies almost all my recurrent diving dreams, was the half gainer, which is to say, the reverse dive in the layout position. You leave the board on a forward approach, reach up and back, push your chest up into the ceiling, and let the dive “happen” until you extend for entry into the water—stretching from the tips of the pointed toes all the way to the joined fists over the head that try to reach down into the center of the earth. Not a high-degree of difficulty dive, yet difficult to make look pretty.
Vitruvius_left; Diskobolos_right
In a pre-Olympic qualifying competition I once saw an excellent diver perform this dive with uncanny, quasi-military mechanical precision. I never saw such a thing – a true mechanical marvel, perfectly executed, worthy of a child of the mechanical revolution. And yet, although it was truly a perfect mechanical dive, it was not a beautiful dive by any definition. The dive was not lyrical, had no dancer’s soul to it… no imagination, no curve, no grace. It was simply a keenly executed, cog-type mechanism of a dive– a movement that was at home in the geometrical spaces of the world, like Leonardo’s Vitruvian Man, but which was not necessarily at ease, which is to say, beautiful, in those spaces. The Vitruvian Man, rather than Myron’s s-curved Diskobolos, was re-presented by that fine mechanical diver in that day’s competition.

Another beautiful dive is the back dive in the pike position, if the pike is done correctly, which is to say, with precision. However, the back dive in the layout position was another of my favorites because it is beautiful in the same way that the half-gainer is beautiful; after all, it is simply the half-gainer going in the other direction, starting backwards at the end of the board. The difference for me as the actor, on the other hand, was, to put it philosophically, entirely phenomenological. On the back dive my experience of time and of movement-through-space was much shorter than on the half gainer. Also, I could not “feel” myself in the same way – my visualization of myself laid-out and moving through framed space was somehow less visually complete.
Again from a phenomenological point of view, the front half-twist in the layout position was perhaps, from my insider’s visual point of view and feeling, most similar to the half-gainer layout, except that I had the additional and distinct “feeling” that I was dropping down into the world from the very top of space… I had the entire area of the pool in my field of vision, right down to the little point of water that was going to suck me into its vortex at entry. Then, at impact, there was that stretch right to the bottom of the world, and the hard point of the toes that would suck any splash down with it into the vortex, leaving only a telltale bubbling at the surface – the only indication that a moving body had recently passed through that tiny point in fluid space.

Sometimes, some of my diving dreams seem to focus on spatiality. During the half gainer, for instance, you leave the board going forward, stretch up to the ceiling and lift your face skyward, pushing your chest up and up and up. Then, just when the mechanic of the dive brings the body to the horizontal position, I have the distinct impression of seeing all of my body all the way to my toes, a view encompassing my entirety: extended arms, torso, legs, and pointed toes, and the water framing me as well… truly an interesting sensation. I remember once, during a competition with a local high school, that I was doing this half-gainer layout and getting some great altitude from the board, and I had the impression, because the ceiling on their pool was so low, that my chest was actually going to scrape against it. I hated diving at that pool – it “felt” a dingy yellow and made me feel claustrophobic in the air. Diving taught me more about my interior spatio-emotional states than any other activity in my life.

Then there were the entries. A diving entry is made beautiful by stretching to fit inside Zeno’s infinite line, which, he mused enigmatically, stretched out endlessly along points between, and separating forever, point A and point B. The fists are joined together above the head in order to punch a hole in the water for the body to pass through, and the toes are pointed so that it would almost cramp the calves. It is at this moment that the waiting becomes most intense… because there is really nothing else to do but fall; you just have to do it beautifully. Waiting in a dive is really an explosion of focused activity, although there will be periods within the 1.4 seconds you are in the air when you simply do not make any movement—nano-seconds of rock hard stillness. This time of inaction is necessary to create an appearance of ease, which hides the flurry of real muscular and mental activity.

I remember that my university had an enormous Olympic-quality swimming pool called Trees Hall. The main pool was 4-5 Olympic-sized pools “super-glued” side by side to make one giant pool; and the warm-up pool was just a simple, ordinary Olympic-sized pool in a smaller hall off to the side. The entire back hall of the main pool was glass, which meant that there were certain moments during a dive when, as if suspended in air, you could actually see yourself reflected in the glass. I remember two things from my time at Trees Hall. The first was that I was always cold. Perhaps it was the fact that one could see the snow or rain or simply the darkness through the glass, and then from inside the womb one got the feeling of the cold that was dominating the world on the outside. The other thing I remember is the 10-meter tower for platform diving.
I freely admit that I do not care for high places… never have and probably never will. Anything above the simple household ladder is profoundly uninteresting to me. However, at the end of the day one does have to steel one’s mind to the discipline at hand, whether painting ceilings on a ladder or dropping 10-meters from a tower into some water. So, I mounted the flights to the top of the tower – past the 5-meter platform, past the 7.5-meter platform, right up to the 10-meter platform. I remember standing on the edge of the platform staring off the tower, taking in the world that was unfolding itself to me at that height. Then I tried a simple swan dive in a layout position – very simple mechanically, with not a lot of thought and a great deal of body control. However, from the height of 10 meters, the time for the mechanism of this simple dive to happen is different from a departure at one or three meters. So came the over-rotation with Newtonian predictability… and an inappropriate physical impact upon arrival at destination.
“Sh#t may happen” as a matter of daily course, so goes the expression anyway, but eternity happens in just under 2 seconds… in about 1.43 seconds, to be more precise, which is the approximate amount of time one spends performing in the space between board and water. Think about it, which I did after the fact of my 10-meter fiasco, and for a very long time after that: the traveling speed of an object (my body) falling for just under 2 seconds + distance traveled (10 meters) + impact with a stationary surface upon arrival (H2O). Formulaically, this relationship would look something like this:
-10m = -1/2(9.8m/s2)t2
        t = 1.43s

Unfortunately, though, my particular experience on this occasion was not just about formulas. The most desirable arrival into the water from any dive normally occurs in the smallest possible space… in a straight up-and-down vertical alignment, whether standing up with toes pointed, or taking the impact through the fists, then the shoulders, then piking the body under water to continue pulling the surface water under with you in order to leave only bubbles on the surface. I, as an independently acting exception to either of these two more desirable solutions, had obviously opted for the over-rotated, full-body back splay from 10 meters. And, in what is perhaps the purest Archimedean experience of my life, in a Eureka moment, I grasped, I felt in all the spaces of my body, all of the world’s hidden forces—from inertia to velocity, from momentum to acceleration, and, finally, torque. After the water that was displaced by the entry of the falling object that was me, slammed through my entrejambe from behind with all of its reciprocating and displacing force, platform diving ceased to hold any interest for me.
It is a truism of diving, and certainly of many another activity of life, that the higher one climbs, the faster one drops. The problem is not the fall, which we can make interesting or not, pretty or not, but one does need to have some care with the stop at fall’s end.

When all is said and done, I am not sure that my diving dreams have any particular psychological significance in and of themselves, as gateway symbols to some other level of meaning about me or my progression through space and time. I think, rather, that these dreams constitute for me a sort of personal lament for a period of my life that is now relegated definitively to the past, a nostalgia for the beauty that, once, I used to know how to feel for myself, and to create for others, through my body. Those days and those gifts do not belong to my body-life now, but rather resurrect at night as dream-state memorials about the body that used to be mine.
My creations of beauty now must be of a different order, using the different gifts I am able to discern and awaken in myself. The springtime and summer days of my outside, my body-me, are revolved; now it is the season for gathering that which was sown and for bringing the harvest to shelter. It is time, and world enough, for my inside observer, the mind-me, to set about, as though there were no tomorrow, other Great Works that I might hope to accomplish.

In 1988, at the Olympic games in Seoul, the American diver, Greg Louganis, proved that he was indeed one of sport history’s more remarkable competitors. In the early rounds of the diving preliminaries Louganis injured himself by striking his head on the 3-meter springboard, requiring stitches… then he continued his performance to take the gold medal in the event. Louganis would win another gold medal in those games, in the 10-meter platform, and would take the Olympic Double gold in men's diving.
Here is a short video of almost perfect body motion—at times perfectly motionless, waiting, fully occupied, as it falls through space. This is a must view for any definition of human loveliness and integrity; and in the midst and flurry of all the action, just watch him WAIT for the moment when the dive would “happen.”

The lovely GL in a compilation from the 1988 Olympic diving finals, for your viewing pleasure: [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qP20D5vQsmM].


(Reprised from a Phrontisterion essay posted in February 2014)