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This is Philosophy's Double-edged Sword…
Philosophy is a tool...
Put more succinctly, philosophy is a razor. It uses questions to cut ideas. Whatever answers should arise from such questioning simply get cut by better questions.
The philosopher then, is one who shaves the superfluous from their perception of reality through ever more effective, more reasonable, and more logical questioning, while also not losing their sense of imagination.
If philosophy is a razor, then Self-inflicted philosophy is a razor-sharp double-edged sword that the philosopher stabs himself with in order to achieve continual rebirth.
It's a way of mythologizing personal experience, thereby transforming an otherwise mundane life into a hero's journey. An imaginative self-actualized life filled with Eudaimonia.
From victim to hero to cosmic hero, the self-inflicted philosopher is ever in the throes of metanoia.
When we stab ourselves with this particular sword, we're both the hero and the villain, the jester and the wise man, the eternal child and the warrior.
We're light and we're shadow, anima and animus, weaving in and out of a Sartrean being-in-itself and being-for-itself while going through the motions of vicissitude within being-for-others and being-in-fate.
We're the nadir, the apotheosis and everything in between. We are the living and the dying: judge, jury and executioner.
Wielding the double-edged sword is daring the fates. Stabbing ourselves with it is becoming one with Fate. Our ego becomes a smeared-out Ouroboros. And the only thing capable of eating it (other than itself) is our soul.
Somewhere within this infinite feeding frenzy of rebirth, we discover the art of living and dying.
As Nietzsche profoundly said…
The Art of Living
One side of the double-edged sword of self-inflicted philosophy is life.
The ultimate objective (or telos, to put it more Aristotelean) of this side of the sword is Eudaimonia, or human flourishing. Eudaimonia is a result of living well. Eudaimonia is the rapturous joy and the provident happiness, tantamount to jouissance, gained from living a life well. A life that has become an ever-moving, walking meditation.
The trick, the crux, the fly in the ointment, the ultimate dilemma is, of course:
Luckily, there are giants whose shoulders we can climb upon to get some answers.
Of course, these answers should never be clung to but, rather, taken into deep consideration, applied to reality as it stands, questioned to the nth degree, incorporated into a muscle memory of sorts, and then released.
The key to living life well is flexible open-mindedness, the ability to turn an idea around in our minds without assuming it is the truth.
As Aristotle said,
The more ideas of giants we're able to take into consideration, the less likely we are to get hung up on any particular idea, and the more likely we are to use probability as an Occam's razor toward higher contemplation.
Like Nietzsche said,
Don't cease to be mind.
Seek mindful detachment. Be mindful in one breathe, and then let it all go in the next...
But before our life can become a work of art, it must first be a work of science. That is to say, it must be based in reality in such a way that it can be continually questioned even as it goes through inevitable changes.
Before we can discover the 'philosopher's stone,' we must first accept and embrace the corner-stone. The corner-stone is reality-in-itself, the way the world is, despite our opinions.
The corner-stone is the bones of the universe.
Once we learn how to carry the bones of the universe, that is to say, how to live in harmony with the cosmos, then we may proceed to build a life well lived.
Cultivating a life well lived is not a being but a becoming.
But it is different for everyone, as we are all profoundly unique. Aristotle condensed the idea of it into a single word, Eudaimonia, but what are the right actions to take in order to flourish in such a way?
I mentioned 'learning how to carry the bones of the universe' and 'standing on the shoulders of giants,' but what else is there?
It seems a spiritual journey is needed in order to round out the art of living. One that tests the mind, body and soul. One that pushes our spiritual boundaries into existential horizons. One that cooks our fixed-state into a liberated free-state. One that weighs the heaviness of our heart in the crucibles of a dark night of the soul.
One that forces the head of our humanity over the unforgiving abyss of our mortality.
The Art of Dying
The art of dying is shamanic in breadth, Jungian in scope, and Nietzchean in self-overcoming.
But it's not for the faint of heart. It requires a commitment to infinite improvisation and eternal dying. Not dying in the sense that we're on our death bed, but in the sense that we are all dying. In the sense that we're closer to death with each passing day, and also that we die small-deaths throughout a lifetime.
With this perspective, there is space for continual rebirth and death acts as both macro and micro scope. It's a broken compass, but it's all the more sacred because of that fact.
As E.E. Cummings said,
Indeed, but death is an asterisk - it begs all questions, birds-eye-view poignant, as it puts all things into proper perspective.
Such questions as:
Making an art out of dying is both imaginatively answering such soulful questions and coming up with more imaginative questions that further test the soul.
It is cultivating a declaration of interdependence.
It's declaring to the universe,
It's a friendly (or unfriendly, depending on your perspective) reminder that the whole of the universe, for billions of years, has conspired through all of its conditions to bring you up to this point:
The art of dying is also the ability to discover a good death; to seek out what's worth dying for, and to live it so passionately, so flexibly, so courageously, that death itself must adapt to it and become merely the finishing touches to the overall adventure.
Death acts more as a beacon of mortality, beckoning you to live life to the fullest even as it casts its dark shadow over the expanse of your life.
It is a shadow that must be reconciled, after all. Just as your own shadow must be reconciled. Such reconciliation can only occur within life (as far as we know), and so an aspect of the art of dying is getting better at shadow reconciliation.
Resolve the shadow of death, settle the score with your inner shadow, and a good death will not elude you.
When it comes down to it, life in its fullest form is a series of deaths and rebirths. You let go of one phase and enter another.
The key that turns both of these arts is the masterful ability to question to the nth degree, to keep the journey being the thing.
Question thyself. Destroy thyself. Rebirth thyself. Repeat. Keep going. Shift all paradigms. Shake all secure foundations. Demolish all thrones and altars. Wreck yourself against infinity.
As Nietzsche said,