Gone the Prodigal Son: Marx and Plato, the Father at Odds (2 of 5)
Posted on | December 10, 2009 | No Comments
Plato, the Father at Odds
Plato created the prototype for all political philosophy and suggested states with his Republic. For Marx to have even set out to write his considerations of political economy owed much to Plato’s groundbreaking, and that they both wrote works on ideal governments is at least one thing they share completely in kind. But these men would not sing over beers together. If Marx were the freed prisoner in Plato’s cave allegory, he’d escape only to see the halogen light of the corporate workplace—if Plato’s light revealed to him a case for absolute truth, Marx’s dim assessment shone but a dollar trail.
This is no doubt influenced by Marx’s own youth, during which he was witness to the material value of virtue: after a long-held rabbinical tradition in the men of his family, his father abandoned Judaism and converted to Christianity to enhance his job opportunities. This would play out in Marx’s own valuation of faith and perception of what is at the root of all things.
Whereas Plato’s obsession with truth and justice leads the Greek to center his Republic on the concept of rule by the wise—namely, the philosopher-king—Marx’s materialistic obsession forces society into an uncomfortable box and makes it stay there until it’s learned its lesson. Hypothetically responding to Plato’s case that the state is necessary because “no individual is self-sufficing; we all have many needs” (19), Marx argues that “the history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggles” (303). The former lauds the division of labor as something that makes each man best at any particular thing and the latter considers it a form of alienation.
It’s almost as though Marx sat down at his desk with only a paper and quill and copy of Plato’s dialogues, and then set out to explicitly create something that would surely piss the old man off royally. Plato embraces the class structure: he accepts a communitarian system within his guardian and auxiliary classes, ruled respectively by reason and spirit, but denies it for workers, whom he sees as too appetitive and beneath the honor required of such an environment (18). Marx puts this on its head, arguing that the workers are the only ones worth a damn and the bourgeois—Plato’s would-be guardians—writing in Capital, that their currency “lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.”
Plato is an absolutist and tackles the issue not merely as one of building an ideal state but of building the ideal state. While he did not define matters of foreign policy in his Republic, it can be inferred that justice-spreading Plato would not coexist peacefully with the Procrustean brand of equality Marx propones to proliferate. Instead, he would agree with Solzhenitsyn in his critique of the West’s relaxing standards of truth:
A truly farsighted policy must recognize that freedom is indivisible. The world cannot exist half slave and half free. … [If the West] comes to doubt that value judgments of the kind that attribute superiority to one way of life as opposed to another, are impossible to make, then the West will not be able to defend its own highest principles. (Pontuso 184)
It is spiritedness, Solzhenitsyn asserts (and I think Plato would agree), that gives us the upper hand among the live-and-let-live relativists that, yes, “there are such things as morality and justice” (Pontuso 194). Plato’s lens of the tripartite soul would surely not allow rulers led by appetite and not temperance or spirit to sustain. If Lenin gave the Germans everything they needed to invade the Soviet Union, and worse, Stalin “could not conquer Finland and … panicked during the Nazi advance” (Pontuso 197), while using his position “to satisfy his desire for female companionship, good wine, and good food,” (Pontuso 41), then to Plato, both were unfit to lead. It was Plato who claimed, “a passion for honours or for money is rightly regarded as something to be ashamed of” (18). Having been taught by his mentor Socrates that “to know the good is to do the good,” he would have certainly taken notice and made advancements to free the Soviet Union from the grips of its shameless leaders.
Gone the Prodigal Son: Analyzing Marx through Plato, Augustine and Rousseau (1 of 5)
Posted on | December 10, 2009 | No Comments
Some families are united through history by their influences and distortions on one another, and some men are born bastards apart from the prestige of their progenitorial design. If Karl Marx is the youngest child in a family of philosophers, then he rebels against father Plato; finds solace in the comfort of mother St. Augustine; and maintains both deep rivalry and connection with brother Jean-Jacques Rousseau. One can find the building material of Marxism in the writings of each these great thinkers, either by virtue of agreement or his wholesale rejection of their judgments.
But the entire structure dooms itself to constant collapse—both in ideology and practice—because Marx chooses ambiguity for moments that demand detail, and torturous precision for those better left interpreted in their time. Raymond Aron writes, “The philosophy of Marx, precisely because of its intrinsic ambiguity, … has always lent itself to many interpretations, some of which are more convincing, … but all of which, strictly speaking, are tolerable.” (qtd. in Pontuso 73). More disastrous than anything is that Marx lays down the foundation for his vision on shaky settlement. At best, Marx’s bold obsession with materialism dooms his potential genius. At worst: the Soviet Union under Lenin and Stalin.
On Social Determinism
Posted on | December 4, 2009 | 1 Comment
Social determinism is a dangerous excuse for not trying.
While it’s true that we are all born with the burden or gift of our respective histories, these histories alone cannot dictate success or failure. That is to say, the pre-conceptional past encourages making choices that we might consider more immediately viable, but it does not rob us of the ability to choose the eventually phenomenal. Social determinism is that gentleman who opens the door for fatalism, suggesting that there’s no use in trying if you’re born at a low enough rung – the suitor quips, “Let me get that for you, dear. You’re doomed either way.”
It not only forgives the thief, but it defends him, saying, look far enough into this one’s path and you’ll see justification. But does this math of balances fulfill our sympathies? If it does, we should all be just as willing to consider the numerous environmental factors that lead to rape, or to murder, or to genocide. Determinism unravels reason by offering math and proofs why this or that choice isn’t really so. But if reason is the root of our capacity for respect, then the suggestion that reason isn’t owned by individuals can only lead to a lack of self-respect. It is through the hyperopic lens of determinism that we can forgive the rapist, the murderer, the tyrant. This philosophy is a social prototype for regress, held up from its legs by the two groups who benefit from it most: the exploited and the exploiting. For the mob, it is an excuse for failure. For the tyrant, it is a justification for evil: a philosophy that shows us that we’re captives but not to whom we’re captive. Or as Nietzsche asserts in The Antichrist, “One must not let oneself be misled: they say ‘Judge not!’ but they send to Hell everything that stands in their way.”
When we allow ourselves to become automatons, moved by our environment like pebbles in a strong current, we can no less lambast our Hitlers and Stalins than laud our Lincolns and Gandhis. Black and white cease to exist in this new and contrived world, overwhelmed now by a vast, collective grey stealing all credit and absorbing all blame for the actions of its individual citizens. It’s true that we’re all born bearing the load of our fathers and ancestors, but the difference between the determinist and the willing is that the determinist crawls through life with a crushing awareness of this load’s weight, while the willing recognizes the load for what’s inside: a collection of experiences assisting him in his personal choice on the path to greatness.
I say, travel boldly and learn as much as you can. Examine for yourself what the substance of reality is. But before you act on the values you create for yourself, be sure that your actions are performed with reason, lest young faith condemn you to an older, wiser remorse. Truth is to reality as the stars are to the earth: pretty, but irrelevant. I have nothing against faith, but we must not fool ourselves into thinking it is on equal ground with reason. Faith is the will not to know. Though there will always be gaps in human comprehension that some choose to fill with this unsure trust, to enact first judgment against others based on faith in any god, country or cause will consign in the course of history your alleged leap nearer to a long, uneasy stumble. He who claims he knows for sure what is true and absolute will only go on to demonstrate how dangerous unchecked stupidity can be.
For even if truth and justice exist, it is our perceptions that make up the whole of human nature, and we can figure for ourselves by examining our individual and collective past what we and our brethren have done to be proud of, and that over which we share a common regret. Choosing to learn from our past, rather than resign ourselves to it, is what separates the doing from the done.
A first analysis of Job
Posted on | December 2, 2009 | 1 Comment
I just had a thought this morning: What if Job and not Adam had been the common natural father of humanity? In the Book of Job, Job loses everything but faith in God’s will. His wife even tempts him at one point to curse God, but he instead retreats to prayer to apologize to God for her and others who would have him do wrong in defiance of God. Imagine a conversation with Eve, holding that forbidden fruit in her hand. He surely would have dropped to his knees and prayed for God to forgive this “foolish woman,” as he calls his own wife in his story.
Of course, this can also be used to prove that the knowledge of good and evil (read: reason and not faith alone) is necessary in order to respect God’s will, or further, that the knowledge of good and evil (read: reason and not faith alone) is necessary to truly love God.
If God only allows exactly enough suffering as He considers necessary for the greater good, then the gratuitous violence shown in the Book of Job answers the question, “Why is there so much evil in the world?” with a resounding, “Because we need it.”
Job can only come closer to knowing (and thereby loving) God by having so much evil committed upon him. He can only suffer unto this evil once he knows that it exists and that it is not good. Hence, we must recognize evil in order to know the good (i.e. love.)
And this is why Adam partook in the forbidden fruit: without knowing the difference between good and evil, he only had in him a want to love God; so it was that only through the constant temptation of evil that he could love God. If evil is the gauge by which we measure good, it is only through suffering can we truly understand love.
I think this is a reasonable theological explanation for why so many Christians come into faith at the lowest points in their lives.
Job (A Primer)
Posted on | November 18, 2009 | 2 Comments
Winter comes ‘round every once in a while to remind you that you got no one to keep you warm. All that cold breath gives you a cover for your shiverin’ and keepin’ to yourself and holdin’ your books real tight and stayin’ inside.
These nights the black chill comes on real quick—and darker than before—so’s you don’t forget you can’t trust even your own eyes to keep you from stumblin’ over yourself. Nights like these, reason is a little lamp on your nightstand that whispers to your rollin’ ‘round that it ain’t too late to just git up and pour yourself a glass of numb. But it goes down the wrong hole and another, too, and still another, ‘till it leaves you sprawled out in the wet grass thanking Jesus for tall wooden fences and neighbors good enough to pretend they ain’t heard nothin’ last night.
And you cry to yourself and to God for birth and death and the whole rotten show between. And you ask the good Lord why he lets those little demons so close to you and if there ain’t no demons why he gets off on not tellin’ you who you are and what he wants from you. ‘Cause life’s too short to not know what, and if I wasn’t a preacher’s son I was on 4th Street until my cheeks were flush.
And when I wake up in the morning in a pile of my own sick, I wonder what’s the point of being good or bad or anything at all. ‘Cause I done both and I ended up here, while folk better than me have done pretty awful for themselves, while devils in suits get the whole lot in life and pretty tombstones with pretty words on ‘em when they die.
Father, sir, you did a lot of talkin’ about God’s love until I gave you a reason to bring out the belt. And I can’t say I’m mad at you anymore about any of that, ‘cause maybe all you were doin’ all along was showin’ me what God’s love was about. So you beat me. Well, I’m beaten. And I’m red and I’m sore and my eyes are sunk in and so far as I can tell God’s love ain’t nothin’ but a stray bitch on my lawn sniffin’ at my ass at dawn tellin’ me I’m late for work.
Anyone Can Play Guitar
Posted on | October 21, 2009 | No Comments
Man! Nothing like good music, a few cups of coffee and a sleepless study session to make you feel alive! Reminds me of the good old days in the Corps with caffeine pills and sleeping bags under my office desk.
That’s Where It’s At
Posted on | October 15, 2009 | No Comments
Sub-21 minute three-mile run clocked this morning at 20:53:00. The new goal is 19:30:00.
Sleeping is giving in, so lift those heavy eyelids
Posted on | October 13, 2009 | No Comments
So I was running my daily three-mile and thought I was backtracking to older end times, which was briefly depressing until I realized I was running a minute faster than I thought. 21:15! Maybe I should try for sub-20:00.
Intellectual Loneliness
Posted on | October 6, 2009 | No Comments
It’s amazing to me to think of how many people there are in the world, and then to think of how many people there are who I don’t think I will ever understand.
Sometimes, I’d love to be brought back to my brothers in shackles and carry out the rest of my days pointing at all those lovely shadows on the wall. But then I’d miss the sunlight.
22:00:00
Posted on | September 29, 2009 | 2 Comments
I did it! This morning, I ran three miles in 22:00 exactly. Now I’m wondering if I should start lifting or try for 21:00.
