35. Heidegger’s Scripts Rescripted

Scripts, repeatable sequences of actions triggered by experienced events and aiming at a goal, were moved to the center of philosophy by Heidegger. But they long predate him, for they are basic to life itself. But where in fact do they come from? Where are they going?

There are different ways to take that question.

First, scripts are acquired by individuals, because they consist basically in bodily movements and bodies are individuated. How does an individual acquire a script? By learning (#34), but not only. Some are programmed into the human (or other animal) body: walking, eating, sex. Others  are learned in early childhood (bathroom procedures, dressing). Others do not pre-exist their acquisition, but ae improvised from an encounter with something radically new (works of art). Some scripts come from other scripts, which they either modify (as driving cars modifies guiding carriages) or into which they are inserted as subscripts (as careful washing of hands was inserted into the “return home from the supermarket” script during the coronavirus pandemic).

The Kantian question of the criteria for forming a name, raised in post # 20, gains a bit more clarity from Heidegger’s notion of a script: a new word either plays its role in an old script (often, in this context, called a “language-game”), or modifies it, or designates a new script; the criteria for new words thus coincide, at least in part, with those for introducing new scripts.

What makes a new script, or word,  a good one is in part how it relates to scripts already in existence. The relation may be additive, in that a new script enables socially coordinated action to achieve new goals, or more efficiently achieve old goals. A new script may also be revisionary, in that the new script makes changes in old scripts, often forcing them to cohere in a new and larger project. Hegel examines this sort of thing in his Philosophy of Right, which unites numerous social institutions and practices—scripts—into a new and a larger project of producing a sort of Kantian moral agents (see my Understanding Hegel’s Mature Critique of Kant).

This kind of unification of scripts can eventually result in the structure Aristotle sets out in Nicomachean Ethics I.1 (and which, as I mentioned in #34, was Teutonified in Heidegger’s account of the worldhood of the world in Being and Time): all human pursuits have a single goal. For Aristotle that goal was ἐυδαιμονία, reason functioning as the ousiodic form of an individual life (often mistranslated as “happiness”). For Heidegger (as a good Teuton) it is death.

But this raises another question: in what sense is death the “goal” of life? Who seeks it?

No one; death seeks us. As have argued elsewhere (Time and Philosophy, Chapter Seven), the fact that I am going to die shapes my life, for it means that I cannot do everything: I cannot live everywhere, marry everyone, pursue every possible career. I cannot acquire all possible scripts, and must therefore allocate my time and energy by selecting and organizing the scripts I do acquire. In doing so I act, like a Homeric hero (#32), at the behest of my mortality, which forces me to put my life into a definite shape.

Death thus dominates our lives in a way oddly similar to Aristotle’s concept of deliberation (προαίρεσις). In deliberation we reason back from our concept of ἐυδαιμονία toour present situation, and decide what we can do now to most advance our “happiness.” This process, which is the rule of reason in an individual life, selects and organizes, from all the alternatives available to the deliberator, the single best one. In that way the process of deliberation shapes the life of the person deliberating; and since it is a rational process (Aristotle calls it a syllogism), deliberation constitutes the rule of reason in a human life. Deliberating well is thus ἐυδαιμονία itself (hence the infelicity of “happiness” as a translation). It is the full realization (ἐνεργεῖα) of the human essence.

Death for Heidegger provokes similar selections and organization; it bounds and disposes thr components of my life and so of my self. But this ousiodic dominance is, here, without content: unlike Aristotelian ἐυδαιμονία,death does not provide a concrete goal to work towards but merely forces me to determine that some scripts will be included and others excluded from my life, without telling me which. It is indeed my τέλος, but it is an empty τέλος: since its nature is unknown, its commands are empty, and it rests with me to fill them in.

We can now see Heidegger’s major innovation on traditional accounts of ousia: ousiodic form, the telos of a life, is for him indeterminate, for no one knows what death is. As such, it has no characteristics of its own and is defined only by what it puts a stop to, i.e. a human life. It is an utter darkness at the end of the tunnel. Moreover, your death and my death, being both utterly featureless, are indistinguishable and so constitute a single large extinction—a single Nothing.

Yet this nothingness is active, in that it shapes the very lives it ends: “The Nothing,” Heidegger says, “nothings.” Given philosophy’s ancient commitment to ousia, it is not surprising that Heidegger’s pithiest formulation of his alternative to ousia—“the Nothing nothings—” should have drawn so much ridicule from philosophers, especially those in the English-speaking world. Their laughter showed us who they are.

 Though ousiodic structure is endemic in the West, its three axes never been focused on, and the post-Aristotelian roles of ousia in structuring Western lives have never been seen clearly—which has only enhanced their dominance. In Being and Time, ousiodic structure finally receives a frontal philosophical assault; more will follow (see my Reshaping Reason, 2014).

13. Plotinus Gets the Blues

Stephen Toulmin, who was my colleague at Northwestern University for several years, once told me that Neoplatonism is the “secret glue” which holds together the history of western philosophy, and (he didn’t say, but I think) the entire history of the West. (Plotinus was, certainly, the glue which held my career together at its beginnings: my first publication concerned his take on what Plato called “recollection.”)

The main ingredient in Plotinus’ glue was his ambiguous nearness to the monotheism that would win out over the gods of the ancient world, and in so doing would eventually destroy that world itself. The One, the single principle on which Plotinus thinks the whole world depends, often sounds in his writings like the Jewish/Christian God, the Platonic form of the good, and the Roman emperors all rolled into one. Whether it is personified enough to be identified with the biblical God is unclear; but a lot of later philosophers, from Augustine to Avicenna, tried their best.

Plotinus did not set out to be a secret, but I think he did set out to be glue. Whatever his nearness to monotheism, Plotinus was dead set against the various irrationalities he saw in the Judaism and Christianity of his day, and to fight them he made his philosophy into the final summing-up of the Greek philosophical tradition, which by the time he wrote was almost 800 years old. The principles of his unification are simple enough: Plato was right, when understood correctly; Aristotle is generally right when he is compatible with Plato; the Stoics, Skeptics, and other schools are more-or-less right when compatible with the above two.

Plotinus pursues this exhaustively and with much ingenuity, and produces a single hierarchical system structured somewhat like the Rome in which he, North African by birth, lived and taught. There is little in his system, I think, that is true; but his rethinking and harmonizing of a near-millennium of philosophical tradition is stunningly beautiful.

Plotinus also fought the Stoics, whose relatively low rank in his hierarchy meant that they were wrong about many things. In the course of this battle, he recurs somewhere to Plato’s late and surprising suggestion that the forms are changed in being known, and this change in their being is a kind of life (Sophist 248e). This is applied by Plotinus to the intellectual (or formal) realm. For Plotinus, then, the forms (τά νοητά) are not only intrinsically knowable but intrinsically known: being thought (by a suprapersonal Intellect) is a kind of life necessary to the fullness of their Being.

This gets temporalized in the sensory world. A sensory being has its true origin or (as Plotinus has it) its ἀρχή in the Forms. Having gotten its start in the sensible world, i..e having come into being there, a thing becomes an instance of life, pure movement, and takes a variety of distances from its origin (in space, in size, in age, etc.). This movement is thus a προόδος, a “procession.” Being is merely its first stage.

And its last? We might call it, at least in the case of human beings, a complex of death and knowledge, which in the Platonic tradition are closely related. The human soul eventually loses its sensible being, its life, and returns to the forms; Plotinus calls this the ἐπιστροφή, the turning-about. To attain knowledge of the forms is thus to return to their domain, which is also the starting point.

Or, as Plato had it, all philosophy is “practicing death” (Phaedo 803)

The triad being–life–knowledge, moving from origin through procession to turning-about, applies for Plotinus, in varying guises, across the entire sensible world. The cycle of life is one example: the living thing begins as a seed, develops into an organism, and in dying produces new seeds. In that production, what Aristotle would call its “species” (his word is εἶδος, Plato’s habitual word for a form) transfers from one thing (parent) to another (offspring) and in so doing reveals itself to be the enduring and knowable reality, independent of any single sensory embodiment. Humans have knowledge of this; other beings enact it.

Contrary to the Stoics, with their recurrent drawing of definitive boundaries between the (thinking) self and a (purely) material world—between what is “up to us” and what is not—Plotinus thus maintains that knowledge is not independent of being, but constitutes its final realization. As his own philosophy was the final summing-up, and therefore signaled the death, of the Greek philosophical tradition.

It is impossible to overstate how important the Neoplatonic triad being-life-knowledge has been to western philosophy. One example: its association between knowledge and death is adopted in the Preface to Hegel’s Philosophy of Right, and is integral to his ensuing discussion of an idealized, and in his view dead, Prussian state.

But there is another kind of place where something like the Plotinian triad appears.

A blues verse has three lines. It begins on the tonic, with a statement:

My baby come a’running, she was holding up her hand.

It proceeds to restate this, on the fourth:

My baby come a’running, she was holding up her hand.

This procession from tonic to fourth continues to the third line, which provides knowledge of what has happened, rising to the fifth and then turning about and returning to the tonic:

Glad to see you Johnny, but I found me a younger man.

The blues is not Stoic: what happens to Johnny is not something outside him, but defines what he is—an elderly reject. The blues is Plotinian–or maybe Plotinus is rethinking a more ancient insight. Maybe he just “gets” the blues.

Plotinus, we know, was an African from Lycopolis, which was probably in Upper (southern) Egypt. The blues is African-American. Both penetrate to the core of the cycle of human life, which began in Africa, proceeded across the earth, and may now be awaiting its deeper understanding—or, perhaps, its death.