Tempo

Apologies if this has been glaringly obvious to everyone else, but it just occurred to me that living in the era of ubiquitous instantaneous yet asynchronous communication (i.e. email, text messaging, & other forms of direct messaging) gives each of us a tremendous amount of control over the tempo of our interactions with other people.

It’s as easy to respond to someone immediately as it is to slow walk a response or even choose to not respond entirely.  This can be used to build momentum, slow momentum, or stop something dead in its tracks.

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Delight

In reevaluating what I value in life, I keep coming back to how important I find the concept of delight.

“Delight” and “delectation” both come to us from the Latin word delectare meaning “to charm.”  So, there’s that important connotation of magic.  Delighted.  Charmed.  Enchanted.  Ensorceled.

Being delighted — and delighting others — makes my life worth living.

There are many things that are sources of delight for me.  A partial list of things that come to mind:

  • children – like a baby’s laugh or a kid gasping at the eucatastrophe of a fairy tale
  • nature – like snow starting to fall on the pine forest along the north rim of the Grand Canyon or the Waitomo glow worm cave in New Zealand
  • sublime art – like the tragedies of William Shakespeare, the writing of Neil Gaiman, the music of Johann Sebastian Bach, or the paintings of Mikhail Vrubel
  • insight – like Stephen Johnson pointing out the idea of the “adjacent possible” or Jared Diamond slowly making his case in Guns, Germs, & Steel
  • cleverness – like the comedy of Eddie Izzard, the stage production of Shockheaded Peter, the books of Patrick Rothfuss, the songs of The Flight of the Conchords, the best episodes of The Simpsons or Rick & Morty, the plays of Tom Stoppard, the films of Edgar Wright, or chatting with my smartest & funniest friends

At their most intense, I experience an autonomous sensory meridian response (ASMR) or frisson from delightful things.  That feeling is quite literally the most enjoyable sensation I have ever known, but it is always fleeting, which makes it even more rare and precious.

Looking back on my life, almost everything — all the books, all the movies, all the concerts, all the travel, even all the conversations — has been chasing after delight.

 

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Hole

This week, I stumbled on a metaphor for how I’ve been feeling about life:

I have this hole inside of me.  The hole is despair.  It’s painful to look at the hole — or even think about it — and there’s a gnawing fear that I might fall in.  So, I try to cover over the hole with planks of wood.  Some of these planks are healthy (like helping others or taking care of myself) and some are my avoidant behaviors.  But certain avoidant behaviors, like drinking, chip away at the hole and make it bigger so that I need even more planks to cover it.

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Portrait

At some point in high school, a friend demanded that I read James Joyce‘s The Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  I promptly bought a copy, put it on my bookshelf, and ignored it for a quarter of a century.  Finally got around to reading it.

Being a Künstlerroman, there are long passages (often in dialogue) where Joyce, as the thinly-veiled protagonist Stephen Dedalus, pontificates on a great number of topics.  Some of these topics, like Irish politics of the 1920s or Catholic theology, left me cold.  However, others did draw my attention.

On his calling:

“To live, to err, to fall, to triump, to recreate life out of life!”

On himself:

“—This race and this country and this life produce me—he said.—I shall express myself as I am.—”

On whether he was happier back when he had wholeheartedly believed in Catholicism:

“—Often happy—Stephen said—and often unhappy.  I was someone else then.—”

On the difference between “improper art” and good art:

“The feelings excited by improper art are kinetic, desire or loathing.  Desire urges us to possess, to go to something;  something urges us to abandon, to go from something.  The arts which excite them, pornographical or didactic, are therefore improper arts.  The esthetic emotion (I used the general term) is therefore static.  The mind is arrested and raised above desire and loathing.”

On the dramatic form:

“The dramatic form is reached when the vitality which has flowed and eddied around each person fills every person with such vital force that he or she assumes a proper and intangible esthetic life.  The personality of the artist, at first a cry or a cadence or a mood and then a fluid and lambent narrative, finally refines itself out of existence, impersonalizes itself, so to speak.  The esthetic image in the dramatic form is life purified in and reprojected from the human imagination.”

On the most desirable way for him to live:

“To discover the mode of life or of art whereby your spirit could express itself in unfettered freedom.”

Again, on creating art out of life:

“Welcome, O life!  I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.”

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Appointed

At least once a week, I think of this moment toward the end of Brewster’s Millions.  It reminds me of the sand mandala.  There’s profound beauty in getting something exactly right, even if it’s just for a fleeting moment.

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Immortality

For years now I’ve been following a blog of longform essays called ribbonfarm which was started by Venkatesh Rao.  (It’s considered by some to the “slightly evil” twin of Eliezer Yudkowsky‘s Less Wrong blog.  In 2012, Rao drew a map of various rationalist blogs active at the time and their surrounding environs.)

In April of 2016, Rao wrote an essay titled “Immortality Begins at Forty”.  Its opening paragraph still haunts me:

“I discovered something a couple of years ago: Almost all culture, old or new, is designed for consumption by people under 40. People between 40 and Ω (an indeterminate number defined as “really, just way too old”), are primarily employed as meaning-makers for the under-40 set. This is because they are mostly good for nothing else, and on average not valuable enough themselves for society to invest meaning in.”

He goes on to say that for this very reason “Forty is when immortality begins.”

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Nosedive

I told my therapist today that I felt like I had pulled out of my existential nosedive into nigh-suicidal abject despair & nihilism.

Now I feel like I’m just wrestling with what I called “generic North American midlife crisis.”

That seems like a huge improvement.  And I’ll take it.

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Desire

When the facilitator at one of the support groups I attend mentioned a Buddhist recovery meditation program, I pushed back because I’ve always been a little wary of Buddhism.  Follow my thinking.

Buddhism’s Four Nobles Truths are (loosely):

  • Life is full of suffering
  • Suffering is caused by desire
  • Suffering can be eliminated by removing desire
  • The way to remove desire is by following the Eightfold Path

But I’ve always said that “my motivation is a delicate mechanism.”  I’m not so sure I want to eliminate desire.  When I feel motivated to live, when I feel life has meaning, it’s because I feel desire, so I’m reluctant to tamper with it.

In some formulations of the Four Noble Truths, you hear the term “desirous attachment” instead of “desire.”  This got me thinking that perhaps — as so often happens — this was a translation issue.

Buddhism loves lists — especially if they’re numbered — so they have something called the Twelve Nidānas which articulate the causal relationships, the links, from  “ignorance” to “all suffering.”  The concepts of taṇhā and upādāna are the eighth and ninth links in this chain, respectively.

I wanted to compare those two words in four languages:

  • Sanskrit – a descendant of the Proto-Indo-European language and the liturgical language of Hinduism (from which Buddhism was an outgrowth or, if you’re C.S. Lewis, a Hindu “heresy”)
  • Pāli – the language used to write the canon of the Theravada branch of Buddhism
  • English – another descendant of Proto-Indo-European
  • Chinese – the language the Buddhist texts were translated into as they moved across the continent through China and into Japan

I made a table comparing the words:

Sanskrit Pāli English Chinese
tṛṣṇā taṇhā craving, thirst, longing, greed 贪爱 (tānài)
upādāna upadana attachment, clinging, grasping 取 ()

And so, here we’re able to differentiate the vague term “desire” into two discrete, consecutive ideas:  a thirsting or longing for something followed by a clinging or attachment to that thing once it is possessed.

The Chinese translation of tṛṣṇā, 贪爱 (tānài), has the sense of “greedy love.”  It is also interesting to note that the Vedic Sanskrit’s root tarśa has English cognates like “thirst” and “drought.”

As for upādāna, its literal definition is “fuel.”  The Buddhist word nirvāṇa is the cessation of suffering & rebirth, but it literally means “extinguish” or “blow out” or “quench.”  In this extended fire metaphor, upādāna is the fuel.  More conceptually, however, it means “clinging” or “attachment.”

In the Abhidharma (meaning “higher teaching” or “meta-teaching”) which comprises detailed scholastic reworkings of the doctrines from the Buddhist sutras, four interdependent forms of clinging are defined:

  • self-doctrine clinging – first, one assumes that one has a permanent “self”
  • wrong-view clinging – then, one assumes that one is either somehow eternal or to be annihilated after this life
  • rites-and-rituals clinging – if one assumes that one is eternal, then one clings to rituals to achieve self-purification
  • sense-pleasure clinging – if one assumes that one will completely disappear after this life, then one disregards the next world and clings to sense desires

(Wrong-view clinging leading to sense-pleasure clinging sounds a lot like nihilism leading to hedonism.  There really is nothing new under the sun.)

Christianity, Taoism, Stoicism, and Buddhism all agree(!) on the goal of detachment from worldly things.  In Sanskrit & Pāli, the word for “no attachment” is alobha.  In Taoism, alobha is translated to 无念 (wú niàn) which means “no thought” or “empty thought.”  This idea resonates throughout Far Eastern culture.  In Zen Buddhism, it is central to the martial arts, to things like samurai Miyomoto Musashi‘s 五輪書 (Go Rin no Sho meaning The Book of Five Rings), and has a related concept called不染 (bù rán) meaning “unstained.”  More generally in Buddhism, attachment is so important that it is considered one of the Three Poisons:

  • moha – delusion, confusion, ignorance (often personified as a pig)
  • rāga – attachment, greed (often personified as a bird)
  • dveṣa – aversion, hatred (often personified as a snake)

These three terms, plus tons more, are all explored in the Abhidharma (meaning “higher teaching” or “meta-teaching”) which comprises detailed scholastic reworkings of the doctrines from the Buddhist sutras.

And, yes, yes, with rāga we’re back to conflating “greed” and “attachment” again, so I want to go back to the more specific idea of taṇhā.

Buddhism does have a concept in contradistinction to taṇhā (which is always bad) called chanda meaning “intention” or “interest” or “aspiration” or “desire to act” (which can be good.)  In Tibetan Buddhism’s five faults and eight antidotes, chanda is the antidote to laziness. In Mahayana Buddhism, it is one of the five object-determining mental factors.  In Theravada Buddhism, it is one of the six occasional mental factors.

Although the meaning of chanda is ambiguous in early Buddhist texts, and some scholars assert that chanda can be either wholesome or unwholesome, others differentiate taṇhā (“desiring what, and no more than, will be attained”) from chanda (“desiring more than will be attained”) and one Theravada Buddhist monk summarizes meditation on the dharma (truth) as the transformation of taṇhā into chanda.

TL;DR  If you have something, attachment is bad.  If you want something, greed is bad.  But wanting something in and of itself may be bad or it may be good.  So, meditate to turn your wanting into something good.

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Kind

Patton Oswalt’s new Netflix comedy special Annihilation dropped today.  He talked about the ongoing argument he and his late wife would have:  He’d muse that the universe may have some latticework of logic & meaning and she’d insist that it’s all chaos.  “And then she won the argument in the shittiest way possible.”

He closes the special with the phrase his wife would say all the time.  “It’s chaos.  Be kind.”

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Assurances II

DAVID:  Sometimes I feel like I’m just waiting to die.

DEBBIE:  That is dark.

DAVID (trying to be reassuring):  I mean, I’m patiently waiting.

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Story

Dan Harmon had an amusing cameo on The Simpsons teaching at a community college.

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Prime

Today is my birthday.  Although I seem to have left my Answer Year with more questions than answers, 43 is a prime number and I’m holding on to that.

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Assurances

I didn’t mean for my recent posts to cause anyone to worry.

And I want to remind everyone that I never, ever walk out of a movie.

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Diplomacy

Usually, I’m extremely careful with my words choices and always strive to select le mot juste.  However, I realize that I’ve been sloppy by throwing the word “depression” around.  Let me clarify.

Technically, “depression” is a flatness of affect where one feels demotivated and things that were once interesting now seem to hold no interest.  As opposed to “despair” or “despondency” which is a sense of hopelessness and, for me, an obsession with life’s seeming meaninglessness.

I tend to vacillate between depression and despair.  If I’m not being careful and mindful, I self-medicate with avoidant behavior — food or wine or watching TV all day or sleep or whatever — to take my mind off of my feelings.  They are a distraction.  A distraction from my depression or despair.

One of my (several) frustrations with A.A. and most 12 Step programs is the fixation on the substance as the enemy.  I’m my own enemy.  The avoidant behavior is merely the weapon I use against myself.  I don’t really have a “weapon of choice.”  If one isn’t handy, I’ll use another.  (I’ve studied my Musashi, motherfuckers.  A samurai should never grow attached to one particular sword.)  The hard choice is not to fight.

I need to give diplomacy a chance.

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Bootstrapping

The problem of meaning is one of bootstrapping.  All belief systems — be they organized religions, the 12 Steps of A.A., or Scientology — leverage axioms which must be accepted on faith.  (In Dianetics, the axioms are literally printed on the book’s endpapers.)

Is it possible to develop, from first principles, a system of meaning if the only starting axiom is “The universe is meaningless”?

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