Returning to the source is serenity;
it is to realize one's destiny. To realize one's destiny is to know the eternal. To know the eternal is to be enlightened. Not to know the eternall is to act blindly and court disaster. Whoever knows the eternal is open to everything. Whoever is open to everything is impartial. To be impartial is to be universal. To be universal is to be in accord with heaven. To be in accord with heaven is to be in accord with the Way. To be in accord with the Way is to be eternal and to live free from harm even though the body dies.
(Lao-Zi, Dao De Jing)
Philosophy is to the Chinese, the way道 that will create a unity of self with heaven. It is the universal, impartial, moral and humane primal source of everything in the world. We cannot see the way道 because its metaphysical nature is obscure and mystical it escapes all definition. It is hidden and indescribable yet, it is the absolute which flows everywhere and nourishes life. The way道carries a dialectical perpetual movement and gentleness which is supposed to be truth. The way tells us that those who know do not speak, those who speak do not know. It speaks ill of our human’s doctrines of knowledge morality and by urging that these are our cause of hypocrisy, chaos and disorder. It urges us to abandon wisdom and cleverness to rediscover love and duty, to discard profit to be freed of thieves and robbers. It insinuates that our current world is too complicated and that life is rather quite simple. Is philosophy the way of life? Is it my movement? Is it a will to passivity or activity? Is it Nietzsche’s will to power? Is it Lao Zi’s will to some mystical universal truth that will forever elude our grasp? I think philosophy is a means not to nihilism or power. It is neither but rather, a will to weave out a structure of understanding based upon realization a profound interruption of a person’s experience and understanding of human life. I do not think I can be called a philosopher in the Western analytic sense. My sense of logic bears a contorted face and is rather displeasing to the professional analytic philosopher’s eye. I am better a Sociologist and Historian but sometimes, I don’t think I seem to fit in. I come from all over to establish synthetic connections. Am I a philosopher? that I have made incursions into what is now called, philosophy reading Kant, Husserl, Beauvoir, Spinoza, Plato, Aristotle, Foucault, Adorno, Baudrillard, Hobbes, Sen, Machiavelli, Kiekegaard, Descartes, Hume, Leibeiz, Berkeley and so on. There are many but these are the few that first come to my mind. There seems to me to be a tendency to regard people who work on logic, epistemology, mind, language and metaphysics philosophers. So we also have Bertrand Russell, John R Searle, Thomas Nagal, Hilary Putnam, P. F. Strawson, Wittgenstein as the usual Great philosophers of our time. These are certainly great philosophers who have influenced our method of thinking and I have the utmost respect for their works, some of them I have read and deeply thought about. But do we consider people like Husserl, Heidegger, Satre, Merleau Ponty, Albert Camus philosophers? Is phenomenology and existentialism not as well, Great philosophy? Have we left out the names of Karl Marx, Herbert Marcuse and Judith Butler? What is philosophy? We are all aware of the great chasm between continental philosophy and analytic philosophy whose categories do not even parallel each other in the logical sense.
The reason why I bring this questions up is because, I think we must re-define or rather, re-appropriate philosophy and in a manner, transcend these sub-categories that seem to make us philosophers. I think philosophy belongs to each one of us. By philosophy, I mean a radical questioning of our knowledge, reality, political rights, morality, and aesthetics of everyday life. I think the act of questioning has already a sort of radical alterity inherent in it which is evoked because of certain a disrupted, outraged and unease with present reality and our experiences that come along as we grow older. We come to know hetero-normative gender norms and marriage institutions are patriarchal. We know also that discursive racial lines are often used to support and legitimate the power of despotic rulers and leaders. We know that the nation-state is a rather recent modern phenomenon that does not occupy the entire span of human history. We know that capitalism is not heaven’s treat and is the basis of ineffaceable class inequalities. I think then philosophy must be the act of thinking, the primal source and drive to understand these social problems. Well then, am I a social philosopher? But I come from everywhere and am nowhere. I practice philosophy in the dawn of the mornings and usually write through the night. The pen is like my wand and my thoughts are my engine. Through the text, I fill in the gaps of my experience of reality. I take make incisions, tear them apart and piece distant fragments together. I establish relations and a structure of thinking about things. The process is much like a Queen ant’s hive whose ant-workers never stop working in hope that one day I can attain serenity and universality. I crave for power. But power over what? I do not think most philosophers really desire power and perhaps fame in that sense but yes, power over one’s understanding of life. Philosophy is quite interesting it makes you feel as if those who have not practiced it are floating above the ground and wavering like jelly puddings and whose opinions float from air. Whereas after a certain time of practicing philosophy, you do find yourself with an in grown mode of ever-change that is firm and grounded to what you experience and see.
I think this is because philosophy is both historical and universal in nature. It is historical because it is always written in sometime and hence even the purest philosophy reflects its culture and mode of thinking of its time. Philosophy is I think a sense of radical grounding and the unwillingness to take things as it is, a floating obscure sense. Philosophy is my life and even as it is always changing, it is my structure of thoughts that will never abandon me and will always feed me with an understanding of my social reality. Through philosophy, I establish a certainty of my world and engage with an everyday task of a radical understanding of life. Philosophy is mine and I embody the thoughts I philosophize about. Through philosophy, one becomes individual. Philosophy is the way to be individual and to embody its own mode of transcendence. Philosophy is also a permanent immanent movement. If the question comes about again and I be asked if I were a philosopher, my answer would be yes because philosophy is the will to a form of grounded yet perpetual movement that animates the mind and transposes it out of its static reality. Philosophy is the invisible primal source of my life and a very serious personal vocation.