Sonntag, 12. Januar 2025

Presents - Aging Rules Y'all!

I've received several gifts on this birthday already. Woke up at 5:30 a.m. Alone. Ok, the cats demanded some attention. But they know I'm a loner who only do what I'm in the mood for. Ok, not a loner per se. I mean, I'm human, terrestrial, et cetera. Thus, like all of us, I'm inherently social, interconnected and so on. But I'd rather be alone than get poorly triggered.

I plugged into the livestream of the alternative Swiss radio station Kanal K and two fucking appropriate songs played:

1. Cumgirl8 - Simulation

Appropriate because it plays with one of the fundamental thesis of Nexistentialism, which has, vulgarly put, everything to do with cumming. Not huge on the "girl" term to refer to womanhood. "Woman" is always the better choice to speak of adult, grown-up and mature matters pertaining to the female sex. Women can cum forever.

2. Nourished by Time - Daddy

Appropriate for personal reasons.

The list playing this morning is pretty cool overall. What more can I ask for? Good tunes on a solitary Sunday spontaneous writing dawn. My heart is dancing. The other humans and canine of the house sleep peacefully. I can hear the cats' mischief. So what? A beautifiul snowy winter landscape surrounds the house. It smells like Switzerland outside. A song in Swiss dialect comes on. Tears well up within. I feel homesick. But I won't let myself cry, even though I'm alone. Feelings can kiss my ass.

Third gift. 

I signed onto the computer to write this blogpost. I had something different in mind as I sought out this electronic manifestation of creative expression...
"I'm becoming acutely aware of the consequences of my left hip injury due to birthing a very large third child... thanks to yoga ... Harappa ... ancient yogic women's health ... female human nature ... body wisdom for birthing ... body fucking wisdom ... endurance ...."

But when I typed in "nexistential" to get to "Nexistentialism" or "Nexistential Carnival",  my blog did not come up as it usually does. I've checked several times over the years for results to the word "nexistential/ism" and nothing ever comes up in the search except my blog maybe. Or, entries about "existentialism". Today was different. It turns out there is an account called "Nexistential" on x.com. Created in 2008. The same year I started my blog. I started following. It is possible that I saw this Nexistential years ago and dismissed it as insignificant. Well, it does not feel insignificant now. 

I love listening to strange European music, it's one thing I truly enjoyed about living in Berlin, Germany and Brittnau, Switzerland. Thank God for the internet and streaming!

"Endurance" was the word I couldn't think of yesterday at the philosophy club when I was talking about the female orgasm. The Master Philosopher declared 2025 the year for women philosophers. Of course, men will be included. There's no women without men and vice versa. Yesterday, three classical Greek philosopher women were featured. Diotima, Socrate's teacher. Hypathia, the Neoplatonic genius from Alexandria. Aspasia, an influential unofficial Athenean Stateswoman. 

I couldn't help blurt out, "Maybe she was on her period!" as we read the Hypathia quote:

"Reserve the right to think, for even to think wrongly is better than not to think at all." 

I can see this über-intelligent woman lose patience with some random idiot making an asshole comment and telling him off by making it clear that the extent of his stupidity is such, that to think wrongly is better than not to think at all. Hahahahaha. The citation could be profound. It also sounds like a teacher encouraging her students to use their noggin. Think, sutdents, think! For the love of Plato, use your faculties!

The philosophical discussion turned sexual at the squarish round table, which is a good thing. Sex is fundamental to exsitence. I challenged the notion that sex should be tied to youth. In a sexually oppressive cultural context, both women and men may grow up with distorted notions of sexuality. For example, a woman may not discover the extent of her sexual pleasure prowess until beyond maturity*, if at all. Or, capitalist pigs make men feel bad if they don't have a boner twenty-four seven, so they can sell Viagra. In truth, 

Sex is sacred, seasonal and essential.

44. Some scientists seem to have discovered that there are two dramatic moments of aging in humans. One at the age of forty-four and one in the sixties. I Turn 44 today. I'm not sure what to make of this contemporary science finding. Humans attach too much importance to banal and intranscendent things. Like appearance. How many wrinkles, signs of aging? Who cares? Accept it, the body wears out and dies. So what? Enjoy the fucking ride! By the way, enjoyment requires effort, no matter the age. I revisit a poem I wrote a year ago, inspired by aging:

Old Whore / Alte Hure / Vieja Ramera

Giving an authentic, passive grimace
To the mirror,
While applying some make-up,
She knew,
It was not about how she looked,
But about what she could do.

/

Authentisch und passiv ist die Grimasse,
Die sie dem Spiegel schenkt,
Als sie etwas Schminke auf ihr Gesicht schmiert,
Und denkt,
Das Aussehen muss ihr nichts gönnen,
Es geht nur um ihr Können.

/

Un gesto auténtico y pasivo 
De una anciana mirada en el espejo
Poniéndose algo de maquillaje,
Le confirma su reflejo,
No se trata de como se ve,
Solo importa lo que sabe hacer.

Another appropriate song comes on the livestream, "Older and Free" by Denison Witman. 

"Older and Free
To do as I please
Beholden to no one else
For the first time in weeks
...
Oh the sound
The wind as it brushes through the trees
I'ts poetry
Oh the sound
The leaves as they blow out of the trees
It's poetry
Old and Free
Beholden to no one but me ..."

Aging RULES!!! Cheers ya'll! 

*****

Evlution 8

healthy (joyous) proceration => healthy (joyous) progeny despite the suffering birthing bodies experience

*****

Schwanzspicken

Menschliche Ausdehnungskraft

Schwanzkraft


*maturity as a multidimensional category characterized by, in part, biological processes, like completed brain development, prgnancy and birth, mental development, confidence in self, conscious choice, et cetera.



Donnerstag, 9. Januar 2025

Nexostalgia

A man named Geroge inspired the following poem years ago. George was the muse for many of my musings of the time. Perhaps, I loved him. Perhaps, he loved me. Perhaps, not. We'll never know.

Scarlet Pimpernel (2012) 

Mysterious one,
you're hard to find
with your adventurous
luciferin 
way to shine
You blow my mind
Never to be mine
I love your kind

I dont't recall the reason for the scarlet pimpernel part. It's a flower. Does it grow in the Himalayas? These mountains were very importnant for George. There is also a play that I've never seen with that name. Scarlet pimpernel. I only know it was, for some reason, his.

Many a man received the name of Saint George the dragon slayer. The dragon slayer story is an age-old legend, not merely a Christian tale. Dragons didn't only exist in Ancient China, but in Old Europe as well! I think those kind of stories are not to be taken literally though. No George actually saved a princess from a mean dragon. Except, maybe the dragon of lust. Man slayes woman's fiery cum with dick, fingers, lips, technology or tongue. A story of how man killed lust with pleasure.

Samstag, 4. Januar 2025

On Feminist Realism (part one)


Windy winter leaves that look like summer butterflies.

Had I known pregnancy and childbirth then,
 I may have chosen the petit brunet over the large blond.
 

 

I wake up with a sense of depression this holiday season. For personal reasons. Also, planetary reasons. Climate change concerns. Afflictions of a meteoro-, astro-, and sociological nature. Christmas music evokes mini-cheer and boredom. Social connections distract from despair. To look within is to realize that growth tastes like acid. Muscle mass fatigue.

Feeling biologically low often begs the question, am I approaching the bleeding phase of the feminine cycle? Thankfully, I’ve learnt to deal with it better over time. After 30 years of bleeding. I still don’t look forward to it, especially if I’m in the mood for things other than bleeding my days away.

Sociological: political (communal habitat), economic (nature nurture)

Astrological: individual perception embedded within a cyclical universe

Meteorological: all things physical and planetary, like the weather (wind (movement), water (unity), fire (temperature), earth (physical gravity)), et cetera…

As muscle fatigue and growth pain pulses through my body, I wonder how did our human ancestor bodies deal with this transmutational phenomenon (biology)? Muscle soreness. “Muskelkater”, as it is called in German. A “muscle hang-over”. Done too much moving, too much physical partying – and parting from previous patterns for the development of “new” ones.

Did time used to be slow? Everyone is always learning something. The question is, what?

When I had my first real lover, I was nineteen, I loved to lose myself between his legs and gaze at his ball sack. With subtle movements, his testicles, like two peculiar planets, danced gently before my eyes. Hypnotizing me with their mystery. Could men be gods after all? Gods who carry planets with millions of inhabitants. No wonder patriarchy got out of hand with its masculine conceit. What incredible power men do have! However, men’s procreative prowess is laced in vulnerability. Not unlike women, men also require gentle nurture, protection and care.

* * * * *

Been having a hard time putting philosophy on paper, or on the screen. Writing requires concentration. Sometimes, philosophy itself becomes a distraction. Important conversations arise with the lad about research projects. Like discussing why Karl Marx is Hegelian. I have the philosophy club to thank for that question. The lad is working on a presentation about the Communist Manifesto.

Not a Marxist. Autumn 2023

Inspired by my yoga journey, I wrote a manifesto of my own a couple of years ago. Before I became proletarian when I joined the paid work force. My bougie wife life, characterized in part by regular free philosophizing, came to a halt. I had mastered the art of crafting time to think amidst the busyness of my unpaid labor as a homemaking mother. Things changed. Now I’m prole. Bougie turned prole. Marx would be proud.

Suddenly, I feel compelled to go back to a God-experience I had months ago. That blog post I left unfinished and unpublished. I never continued reading Nietzsche, naturally, as I was distracted by other matters.

Like teaming up with the long-limbed lassie in martial arts class to work on a Wing Chun / Jeet Kune Do boxing combo. She obliterated me with her laughter. Making fun … quite frankly, humiliating me, her mother - with love. How could I possibly feel hurt or offended by this holy honest child of mine? Whom I love more than words could ever say! I felt pain but also jolly detachment. Have I never laughed at someone? Have I never misunderstood someone’s struggle to move? Or understood it all too well?

On the way home, she realized that my arms maybe appeared smaller (particularly awkward doing hooks) because of my large breasts? Of course! I told her that the tits are not only in the way of the arms but also affect the twist to load the punch. The additional tit-weight adds force. Breast force. Sometimes, I perceive my tits as a fucking handicap. On a good day, I try to get creative and curious about their potential in moving and training. That day though, I’d just gotten my period. Which makes me antisocial. I need peace and space because I can get easily overstimulated and even overwhelmed. Plus, the breasts are swollen and hurt sporadically. My whole body feels puffy, bloated, heavy, clumsy and soft. Overcome by biolethargy. And the bloody abdominal, lumbar, uterine, vaginal and vulva cramps suck.

Thanks to weekly physical practice with yogic consciousness, my body has evolved since that training incident two and a half months ago. My breasts hang differently now. The shoulder-hip-back-front complex appears to be more integrated at large, the muscles more developed. I found myself ignoring the tits a-jiggling during the most recent sparring session in martial arts class. Of course, the evolution didn’t happen in the last couple of months but in the last several years. To put it in Hegelian terms:

Breast Force -
on the nexus of flesh and gravity
Thesis: Tits pull the torso down.
Antithesis: Muscle strength will fight gravity.
Synthesis: *to be explored* (yoga, ballet, wing chun?) 

I feel compelled to go back to the God-moment that passed. And then turned into another. Now, here we are. So, before we continue with Feminist Realism scientific musings (based in facts, experience), a quick dive into the recent past…


*To be continued*

Sonntag, 29. Dezember 2024

Many Brains

I was standing in the living room, looking out of the window on a rainy December afternoon. I was engaged in motherly and housewife-y duties. Like having important conversations with the lad. Discussing his upcoming role in the play about Scottish boxers called “Beautiful Burnout”. It’s only fitting that his last name is Sutherland. He is the descendant of an old Southern clan, amongst other things.

I could not, for the life of me, at that moment think of the word for a particular type of training I had in mind. One that a legendary Martial Artist, who shared Eastern wisdom with Western bodies and minds, also employed. One that a contemporary Western Yoga Master teaches us students. I should know! It’s right there in theory and in practice! It is embedded in the brain. What's the word for it again?

No matter how hard I tried, my mind would not go there. All reason escaped me. As usual, in a situation like this, I thought of my mother. Who is dead now. It’s been eight years. She had Alzheimer’s, the disease of forgetting and dramatic cognitive decline. I wonder often, will my fate be like hers?

Doesn't everyone forget? But not all is forgotten. Humans do forget. Buddhism refers to ignorance as the root of all delusion. What determines what attaches to memory? And what does it mean to become detached? Yes, I desire illumination! But I don’t wish to detach in the way my mother did.

Later, in my room by myself as I listened to music, as I had already forgotten about the previous moment of forgetting. As I had detached. Or so I thought. The song “Within you and without you” came on. My yoga mind turned on. My body mind illumined. And I remembered.

ISOMETRIC

Mittwoch, 11. Dezember 2024

Bloody Friday - On the Question of Early Modern Philosophy (part one)

 Days when fall is springlike,
Wenn der Herbst frühlingshaft ist,
Cuando el otoño es primaveral, 

As a substitute teacher, sometimes I wonder, are there any good kids left in the world? It’s probably a silly question. Timeless. Perhaps, even in ancient and prehistoric times students taxed helpless subs. Kids appear to have a substitute teacher prejudice. Why respect a sub? They’re not the real thing. Little do kids know; school itself is the ideal teacher. Recently, after a particularly taxing class, my lover apologized to me for being an awful child to substitutes. Now that I work as one. I witness things that give me cause for concern, like the ease with which students blatantly show disregard. Other things fill my heart with hope for humanity. Like the daily devotion educators exhibit to take care of all children alike. They put forth their best effort, to teach valuable lessons to the youngest members of a society we undoubtedly share. The childless and the bearers alike turn the wheel of cause and effect. Humanity is never without children. And who teaches the young? The old, the knowing. It’s no particular genius, but sheer experience that keeps the wheel of life a turning.

I live nostalgically these days. Philosophy has become a distant lover. Would I be happier if I spent all my time philosophizing, writing and devising? Perhaps. But being human is not limited to self-expression. To be human is to be part of an undeniably social species.

Despite all the downsides, working in education has been the most fulfilling job I’ve done – when I’m not being treated like shit by middle schoolers. To be a mother is a personal calling. To be a philosopher is passion.

Sometimes, when my son asks me a philosophical question, I answer with a book recommendation. “Read this,” I say. At the same time, I don’t want my teacher to answer my questions with books. I want to know their authentic mind. In the case of my child, may he form a mind of his own. I gave plenty of mind when my  children were formed by the cells of my body, when they were fed by the milk from my breasts.

I put reading the Buddha’s oldest text on the back burner, his disciples’ notes on his teachings and life, fragments of his lectures and speeches. Ancient scriptures. I pull studies towards me just to push them away again. Regrettably, all philosophy will soon have to be set aside, along with my study of ballet, which saddens me deeply.

I’ve accepted a giant work assignment to substitute long-term for my middle-schooler’s Spanish teacher, who is having a baby at the end of January next year. Yes, amidst all the contemporary changes and challenges, babies are still being born. As always. Regardless of what goes on in the world, women will bear babies, children will be raised, and life will go on.

Fall of 2024. The racist, xenophobic, misogynistic and antagonizing criminal business clown was elected, by a narrow margin, President of the United States of America, for the second time. Shit doesn’t feel great. Thanksgiving was characterized by delicious food and a sense of exhaustion. The turkey effect? Or fear of fascism? I can’t be sure…

It will require a monumental effort to fulfill the Spanish teacher’s duties, which include instructing and grading 150 students - three sixth grade and two eighth grade classes. This is the kind of stuff that occurs when I put myself in God’s hands. I talk about it in a previous unfinished and unpublished post. I throw my hands up, give myself to God, and shit happens.

I’m a literary, linguistic and philosophical mess! I’ll have to resume my personal creative projects once the baby has been properly welcomed into this world by his loving parents.

I can’t help but think, about how the fate of women throughout history has been defined by procreation and parenthood more so than men’s, particularly in the last several thousands of years. Perhaps, it depends on the culture. How can we know? The day to day of ancient civilizations largely remains a mystery. Under patriarchal structures, men haven’t had it particularly easy either. Having to fight wars, be agents of violence and not get to feel sucks. All genders are denied their humanity in some way, either as oppressors or as the oppressed, in hierarchical structures characterized by inequality. Human nature is caring, cooperative, full of emotions, hungry for attention and in need of creative expression.

Subbing was rough this bloody Friday. Some things I cannot tolerate. Like the pubescent child calling me,

“girrl!”

“Don’t call me that,” I said drily. “I’m a Woman.”

I earned my Womanhood. I haven’t aged in vain. I’ve gestated and given birth three times. Been knocked up and knocked down aplenty. Always got back up and kept walking. I take care of a household and am an educator. I’m a full-blown woman.

When she insisted on calling me,

“girl!”

I sent her to the office with a note written in red ink on a white index card.

The student is disrespectful, rude and disruptive. Please help her.

I wasn’t about to be an example of a rollover pussy. Girls, when a bitch talks down to you, stand up!

I fight against my own unconscious bias daily. No feminist in her right mind will just shut-the-fuck-up at the sound of injustice!

I am reminded of a troubling sentence I read recently during my herstory-of-women-philosophers-odyssey. I’ve arrived at the so-called Age of Enlightenment, which roughly marks the beginning of Modern Philosophy. Though we could argue that the Renaissance era already exhibited modern ideas. Perhaps, even the Middle Ages. Dare I go as far back as antiquity and prehistory for the roots of “modernity”? What characterizes Early Modern Philosophy?

We must define each notion carefully. To know what we’re talking about. Instead of taking understanding for granted. At least, we must make a serious attempt to define or explain what we mean. In fact, that is all I expect from my students to give their assignments a genuine try. But humans are fools. Creative geniuses. Who are unpredictable, unschooled, lazy and free. Who struggle to appreciate the freedom embedded in learning to be.

Early Modern Philosophy is dated as far back as the 1200s in an online article by Andrea Borghini (2019) with the subtitle “From Aquinas (1225) to Kant (1804)” *. Regrettably, he includes no women philosophers. He writes:

The early modern period was one of the most innovative moments in Western philosophy, during which new theories of mind and matter, of the divine, and of civic society – among others– were proposed. Although its boundaries are not easily settled, the period approximately spanned from the late 1400s to the end of the 18th century. […]

“The roots of early modern philosophy can be traced back as far as the 1200s – to the most mature moment of the scholastic tradition [during the Middle Ages]. The philosophies of authors such as Aquinas (1225-1274), Ockham (1228-1348) and Buridan (1300-1358) accorded full trust to human rational faculties: if God gave us the faculty of reasoning, then we shall trust that through such faculty we can achieve a full understanding of worldly and divine matters.

Arguably, however, the most innovative philosophical impulse came during the 1400s with the rise of humanistic and Renaissance movements. Thanks to the intensification of relations with non-European societies, their preexisting knowledge of Greek philosophy and the generosity of magnates who were supporting their research, humanists rediscovered central texts of the Ancient Greek period – new waves of Platonism, Aristotelianism, Stoicism, Skepticism, and Epicureanism ensued, whose influence would greatly impact key figures of early modernity.” *

In the book Philosophers – Their Lives and Works (2019), Early Modern Philosophy covers the period between the 15th and 18th centuries (i.e. the 1400s, 1500s, 1600s and 1700s). The Modern period begins in the late 1700s, i.e. at the end of the 18th century. Several women and non-Europeans are included here albeit not extensively. 

So, my intuition to go as far back as the Middle Ages, antiquity and beyond for modern ideas, is not off. I’ll dig into what may constitute modern ideas another time. For now, we will uncover the above-mentioned themes and others, through the lens of early modern female philosophers.

Author Ingeborg Gleichauf, in her anthology on women philosophers, describes the day-to-day of most women during the seventeen hundreds with a troubling sentence:

Women were seen as big children, who were in need of guidance. **(p.80)

This period may mark the beginning of Modern Philosophy, but some things were not modern at all.

The day-to-day of most women in the 18th century [i.e. the 1700s] was limited to the domestic realm. It was seen as their duty to take care of things for men, to support them and to ensure that harmony and order reign in the home. Girls were largely excluded from education. Educational institutions for the so called “higher daughters” appeared only at the end of the 18th century. There was a strict separation between the public realm of men and the private realm, where women had their place. **(ibidem)

To what extent did modern ideas advance societal evolution? And why the hell did it take so damn long? Why is society still not done evolving, given that basic human rights are grossly lacking across the globe? There is still so much idiocy and malice afflicting humanity. Why do humans disregard their fundamentally caring nature in exchange for selfish power and disease?

These are questions that may have to wait as I set aside my intense philosophical studies, in exchange for devotion towards a pregnant Spanish teacher’s middle school classes. I do know two things:

1. It is vital for a civilization to care for its young and their best education, every single individual across any society deserves nurture. To care for each other, to seek the good, is vital to any civilization. Everyone can thrive when we help each other.

2. My services are temporary.

I confess to Buddhist egotism. My larger life mission is to become illumined, to be liberated and not be reborn. I mean, truly, what for? In the meantime, may y’all enjoy the pleasure of my service!

Fun hypotheses reappear and tempt me to continue pursuing them amidst the trappings of the world. Fresh ideas pop up playfully. Gotama Buddha, isn’t the world of ideas dancey and fun? But one idea, stubborn like a mysterious forest root, remains. Liberation.

What happens when writing spreads over the course of weeks and months. Writing is not a mere jotting down of thoughts. It is creation in action. It is expression and art. Which belongs in the world. Individual scripture belongs to the body, which is another world. Thus, one must liberate oneself!

How do you write freedom in the body? By being free to move? Free of pain? Free of thought? Is seeking liberation through the contemplation of an internal world an alternative to contemplating the outside world? Is it another gate towards the same destination? What lies beyond both the internal and external worlds?



*
https://www.thoughtco.com/early-modern-philosophy-2670496
**The philosophical anthology by Ingeborg Gleichauf (2005), Ich will verstehen – Geschichte der Philosophinnen (I Want to Understand – History of Women Philosophers), is the source of the information concerning female philosophers in this post, which I have translated from German, unless otherwise indicated. It comes from the following chapters:
The Discovery of the Infinite World Within: The Age of the Renaissance,
To Know Clearly and Distinctly: The 17th Century,
The Lust for Knowing: The Age of Reason,
Philosophy is the Beauty of Thought: Romanticism.

Sonntag, 8. September 2024

Quickie

Apheida: All that contemplating, can it be good for you? What happens to an observer with all that watching of the world?

Ruphus: Self-realization. Ancient Indian Samkhya philosophy has two fundamental concepts. Purusha equals the perpetual observer, a witness. Prakriti equals Nature dancing, everything that exists – and distracts the observer.

Apheida: The universe distracts an observational force from what?

Ruphus: From realizing itself.

Apheida: So, the observer comes to observe themself. Yes, I refuse to genderize this pronoun today. English solves the grammar genderization problem with creative flexibility, with words like “them”, “they”, “it”, and “all”.

Ruphus: I witness myself. A perpetual observational phenomenon turns its “eyes” on itself.

Apheida: Like a multi-eyed Bible-angel figure.

Ruphus: I sense insanity in my brain when I try to wrap my head around that.

Apheida: It’s the ouroboros phenomenon, the snake or dragon that bites its own tail.

Ruphus: A nexistential carrousel.

Apheida: So, what happens when Purusha realizes itself? It realizes itself as . . .

Ruphus: Nothing. “Where” Purusha “resides”, there is no self, no nature, no anything.

Apheida: Except for the figurative eyes, the witnessing, the consciousness phenomenon, always watching, wishing, waiting.

Ruphus: Definitely not wishing.

Apheida: Can someone be without desire, who must realize themself? Show me nothing! And maybe I’ll believe.

Ruphus: In the meantime, we’ll keep observing then.

Apheida: Until when?

Ruphus: You’ll know upon realization.

Samstag, 31. August 2024

Been havin'

God - Ancestral lineage of wisdom present and beyond. 

Been havin' to pour my creative energy, life force, into something personal.


Human Nature 2

Humans,
Nexistential artisans of love
Who create habitually -
We commune naturally.
Despite suffering, illness and delusion
We can live a life free of despair!
Because humans naturally care.
As does the witness that lies beyond
Watching, waiting, fond
Of life's natural grand illusion.


Writing various paths at once. Is that what writers do? With characters, plots, stories, techniques all entwined into one artful act of catharsis. When I write, I feel good. Even though writing is only one way of channeling life's overwhelming forces of creation, destruction and regeneration. I read, and writers erace my fear of phrasing, long senrtences and ambiguous grammar. Like saints.

"See you soon!" I said to the Ashtanga Mistress. Not knowing when soon would be.

One practically yoga-less week in, only a weekend ashtanga-quickie came to pass. The next week culminated in a moment's complete devotion. A moment Of Fleeting Devotion Breast-Feeding on Soul.

Been havin' a lot of work after the summer break. Substitute teacher help is needed every day. Illness accompanies communities. Teachers have lives. I subbed every day. K-12 schooling is hard. A lot must be learned while coming of age in a given community. And now, our humanity extends well beyond a school district, or village, or nation. We are the people of Planet Earth. Millions of us. Who share the resources of finite ecosystems. 

It felt poetic that I spent the first day of school with the same class from the last day of school back in May. I took it as a good omen. In two weeks, I helped care for and instruct over two hundred students, from kindergarden to eighth grade plus special needs. I left bits of my soul in the classroom. Rearing children demands an unbelievable amount of life force. Of course! Education is a vital aspect of inter-being as a human species in terms of wisdom and wellbeingin in the larger context of a finite planet. Mysterious, galactic, universal and non-existent as it's said to be. A planet, nontheless, we all share. We dwell together. We carry each other. Peaceful, caring and kind coexistance guided by wisdom is vital for the wellbeing of a planetary community. But dealing with fifty fifth-graders all day makes my brain feel fried. And when a very troubled middle school student threw a nasty comment at me, I spat out Buddha's First Noble Truth in response. "I know you suffer, so do I, we all suffer." And the moment passed us by. 

And my heart yearned for ashtanga yoga as the world (samsara) pulled me in like a magnet. I wondered, is yoga with me (dharma) even if I can't practice full physical mastery (karma) of it? Complex and all-encompassing as yoga is.

Asana is vital. Sure, breath is everywhere, awareness always available. But to train body and mind in the asana-artful way (body physics), is irresistible. Even in a spiritual context, why should I feel ashamed of being deeply physical while I embody a material human form? 

Human Nature 3 -                    La naturaleza humana 3 -     
I am content with my                 Me siento contenta con 
relationship with Jesus.              mi relación con Jesús.  
He who embodied.                     El que encarnó.     
I know what Jesus                      Yo sé lo que Jesús  
means to me.                              significa para mi.       

Yeah, been havin' to experience samsara asceticism, the world without yoga study. Labor, human communal responsibilities, society, all call for observation, for careful attention. All that worldly stuff that engulfes the human soul with its perpetual calls. All that, which makes it possible for anything to be. But it pulls me away from philosophy. Thank God for a weekend's study quickie! The yoga scholar summarized yoga history and philosophy in an hour. Then the ashtanga mistress introduced a list of asanas for another hour. The scholar drew a chronological sketch mapped from scripture. Having studied with him for years, I’ve heard him relate scripture-based yoga history and philosophy before. This time, the mention of ancient fire ignited a different thought.

Physical Master B.

Timelines are important though relative.
They give a sense of being and relation.
Ancestry is embedded in our subtlest flesh,
To engender what lies beyond.

Before, the spiritual fire of ancient Indian philosophy evoked in me a paleolithicish feel, a Stone Age vibe. A prehistoric-to-ancient perspective characterized by matrifocal, non-hierarchical and nature-loving traditions. I had already learned about Marija Gimbutas’ work on the Civilization of the Great Goddess in Old Europe (“Neolithic Europe before the Indo-Europeans”, 7000-3000 BCE (Before the Common Era, i.e. B.C. (Before Christ (birth year zero)))*. I thought of the communal, nurturing, sensual, and earthly female fires of a ubiquitous Mother Goddess. Marija's work made me wonder: Is archeology scripture?

Now, the mention of ancient Indian philosophical fire felt alchemical. Perhaps, because I revisited the subject of alchemy recently. A philosophical fire, indeed, with a more masculine flair, which has burned since prehistory and all through patriarchy. It's effects distinct from those of ancient female fires?

“Alchemy, the secret art of the land of Khem, is one of the two oldest sciences known to the world. The other is astrology. The beginnings of both extend back into the obscurity of prehistoric times. According to the earliest records extant [still existing], alchemy and astrology were considered as divinely revealed to man so that by their aid he might regain his lost estate.

    The earthly body of alchemy is chemistry, for chemists do not realize […] that so long as they study only material elements they can at best discover but half of the mystery. Astrology has crystallized into astronomy, whose votaries ridicule the dreams of ancient seers and sages, deriding their symbols as meaningless products of superstition. Nevertheless, the intelligentsia of the modern world can never pass behind the veil which divides the seen from the unseen except in the way appointed –
the Mysteries.
   What is
life? What is intelligence? What is force? These are the problems to the solution of which the ancients consecrated their temples of learning. Who shall say that they did not answer those questions? Who would recognize the answer if given?

   Evolutionists trace the unfoldment of the arts and sciences up through the growing intelligence of the prehistoric
[human], while others, of a transcendental point of view, like to consider them as being direct revelations from God.

   The Chaldeans, Phoenicians, and Babylonians were familiar with the principles of alchemy, as were many Oriental
[people] [the Harappans? I wonder]. It was practiced in Greece and Rome; was the master science of the Egyptians. Khem was an ancient name for the land of Egypt; and both the words alchemy and Chemistry are a perpetual reminder of the priority of Egypt’s scientific knowledge.

   Many interesting solutions to the riddle of alchemy’s origin have been advanced. One is that alchemy was revealed to man by the mysterious Egyptian demigod Hermes Trismegistus
[who] is credited by the Egyptians as being the author of all the arts and sciences.”**

I wonder whether Hermes Trismegistus is a type of force, a bridge (yoga) between what is (essential knowledge) and inspiration (what is expressed in sharing information (discourse, learning-teaching). I think of Patanjali, author of the ancient Indian scripture the Yoga Sutras. I read somewhere, that patanjali means something like prayer or gift from heaven. Is Patanjali, too, a kind of force yoking essence and the expression thereof (Plato)? Like Hermes, who is the source of science and the arts (understanding). Patanjali is also said to have written the perfect Sanskrit grammar, as well as Ayurvedic medicine, in addition to the ultimate existential guide, the crème de la crème of philosophy: The Yoga Sutras.

Been havin' doubts. Ballet class is about to begin again, after a month-long break. Will I be able to find a balance between study (yoga, kung fu, ballet), work (labor, responsibilities), and art (philosophy)? I guess we'll see. I sense things will change again. And again. Of course! The world is full of changing phenomena arising and passing. That's what Goenka taught that the Gotama Buddha taught through his contemplative technique. Come to think of it, Vipassana Meditation Master S.N. Goenka is one of the best philosophers I've known. His teachings come straight from the Buddha's mouth. A lion's roar that makes my heart beat to the rhythm of ancient drums as my body's many strings light up and catch on fire. That's what Ashtanga does. Asana. Yoga. Embodiment. So what? If I'm going to feel physical being, then I want to feel it whole and on my terms. Is not the feeling of it, or at least the winessing of the feeling of it, pure spirit indeed?

Why is Prakriti (Indian philosophical figure) imagined as a dancer? When dancing in the world, even one of your own creation, is so hard. It demands practice, patience and persistence. But the world demands so much more! Prakriti = nature. Is Nature a divine phenomenon? Divine as in: a grand existence, a phenomenon that extends beyond, one with a transcendental and ubiquitous status. 

Samkhya philosophy identifies two grand, all-encompassing philosophical figures: Prakriti and Purusha. A dancer and a witness to her dance. Nature's entangling dance of distractions. Distracing the observer while observing. Purusha observing what, if not Prakriti? A witnessing force aware of the universe. Because there is no self in Purushaland. In fact, there's nothing. But can there be anything unobserved? There must be gazing, whether inwardly or outwardly. Without awareness can a witness even be? To what extent does purusha (witnessing, observation) show up in prakriti (all of nature and the universe)? In observing (which is formless) does form manifest? From what does form draw its presence? Or does form draw observation through its sheer existence? Is form per se? Only how? What are some examples of observational manifestation? Perception per se, the act of witnessing, the attention that bounces back and forth in any ecosystem. Is a phenomenon such as fame en example? Is purusha truly anonymous?*** Why does it need senses and nature to realize itself? Why does Purusha need Prakriti if he is tultimately not to be at all?

At the end of the yoga scholar’s flash lecture, a scientist in the audience confessed that she recognized what she had learned in Western science in what yoga philosophy expressed. Parallels. An interesting phenomenon, they both concluded. My suspicion, that all human seeking will encounter the essentially same knowledge and understanding, is reinforced by prehistoric, ancient and contemporary perspectives.

Thank God for Labour Day Weekend as exhaustion sets in. The bleeding has begun again. The time for rest has come. 

Human Nature 1

Saw a shadow
Reflected
In a darkened mirror
At dawn.
I thought it was the devil.
But it was I.
Why must the devil be
so much like me?


*Gimbutas, Marija. 1991. The Civilization of the Goddess – The World of Old Europe. Edited by Joan Marler. HarperCollins Publishers, New York, NY. Preface.
**Manly P. Hall. 2010. The Secret Teachings of all Ages. Dover Publications, United States. A newly reset, unabridged republication of the text of the work originally published by H.S. Crocker Co. San Francisco, in 1928. Manly Palmer Hall (1901-1990) “This book is dedicated to the Rational Soul of the World.”
  I must say that seeing when this text was originally written put some controversial remarks into context. Back in the 20th century, particularly the first half, certain sensitivities were still lacking I.e. sensitivities pertaining to the use of the word “race” –  a word I despise for its abuse and all horrible human behaviors attached to it. Because, in truth, there is no hierarchy in nature nor in the universe. Thus, I prefer to speak of different people, ethnicities, societies, or civilizations, who are all essentially the same humankind. Manly also consistently uses the word “man” as opposed to “woman”, “human”, or “person”. Looking at it 24 years into the 21st century, it comes across as insensitive, even if the cause is contextual ignorance. I would expect more from true seekers of the mysteries. For, the mysteries know no gender, race, caste, or other category of any kind tainted by hierarchical pathology. In its nature of always changing, the world, as the universe, is cyclical, equanimous and temporary.
*** Michelle Obama, former First Lady of the United States of America (2008-2016): “When you become famous, well known, you lose your anonymity. … The natural, everyday thing of being able to sit in the world and observe it and not be observed. Sitting in a park and watching the world happen with nobody pulling you out of it. …That’s a tough thing that I don’t think people think about when they think of power and fame. There are some downsides to it.” (Interview on Jay Shetty Podcast on YouTube, Jan.8, 2024)


Sonntag, 11. August 2024

On the Question of Cellular Wisdom (part one)

“We kissed.
I closed my eyes.
All I saw were images
of the video game we’d been playin’.”

“If I can’t formulate it on the page, it causes upset in my flesh.”

 

Sunday rolls around and all I desire is to philosophize. Actually, I desire philosophy all the time. But the day-to-day distractions are aplenty. So many distractions I love and adore. Love more than wisdom? Adore more than God? Perhaps. Perhaps not. I don’t know for sure. Distractions, wisdom and love fill my days. Am I blessed or delusional?

* * * * *

Are we what our cells are? Information seekers, processors and professors. Do we exist to learn, to collect information – about the environment, the world, our own existence? About what feels good or bad or neutral? About what is desirable, what is not?

How is it possible not to judge under such circumstances? How to discern! say the wise.

Wisdom transcends information. But how?

* * * * *

Yogi Richard Freeman interestingly said, in a monthly online studio talk with Yogini Mary Taylor, where they share the wisdom of their refined philosophical minds, their experience of living with yoga, as well as its sacred ancient teachings. He said that “religion is a scary word because it’s one of the most dangerous things”.*

Why is religion dangerous? What does it mean to be religious? And, to what extent is Yoga religious?

A documentary** recently awakened me to the fact that Buddhism is not entirely pure in practice. Not unlike the scandalous Catholic Church institution. It was said that the Dalai Lama (Tibetan Buddhist religious leader) is also a political figure in a historical context on the world stage of rule, responsibility, and duty to the well-being of humanity. And yet, this world spiritual leader was not allowed by his institution to publicly advocate in favor of abused women and children, nor to speak out against criminal participants in the religious establishment he is the head of. The reason that was given is because of his role as a political figure in the context of the China-Tibet conflict.

Is religion dangerous because it is political? Is religion institutionalized spirituality? What is the importance of spirituality in political affairs? What is it like to live a spiritual life on practical terms? What is spirituality?

The Lure of Books, 1911 by Coles Phillips.
Life Magazine, June 8, 1911.
So, religion can be bad. When is religion good?

Religion, perhaps, is good when it coexists with discernment. The study of scripture is key. Doubt is study’s wife. And, in wisdom, they bear discernment. 

“From the point of view of the Buddha and Patanjali alike, the suffering that is fundamental to the human condition is a defilement that can be removed through religious and meditative practice.” (Barbara Stoler Miller, 1998. p.9) *** Can religion help remove suffering despite being able to cause it as well?

And, is suffering a defilement that results from delusions, or is illusion an inherent part of experienced reality? Thus, underscoring the undeniable presence of delusional facts.

The Buddhist monk Geshe Kelsang Gyatso talked about delusions on the social platform “X” recently. Buddhist wisdom seems harsh to me sometimes. Perhaps because it is straightforward, and unafraid of “uncomfortable” truths. But is Buddhism inherently true?

“The reason we develop delusions naturally, whereas we have to apply effort to cultivate virtuous minds, is that we are very familiar with delusions. Our minds have been acquainted with delusions since beginningless time and so deluded mental habits are very deeply ingrained.” (Geshe Kelsang Gyatso, Aug 2, 2024 on X)

But I wonder, are not also virtuous habits very deeply ingrained? Otherwise, how would cells ever make it?

“Delusions can be removed from the mind by abandoning self-grasping, which is the root from which they all arise. (Aug 3)
Our delusions are so strong that they are constantly compelling us to commit negative karma, which causes us to take rebirth in samsara again and again. (Aug 5)”

I wonder whether only negative karma causes rebirth in the world. There appears to be a significant focus on the negative here. It makes sense, problems demand solutions. But what about all the positive phenomena?

What if we are deluded about the extent of suffering in the world?
Suffering is an inescapable fact of life, no doubt. To what extent must it be pushed on us though? Suffering can be mediated, even remedied. Siddhartha Gotama Buddha showed us how.

Consider the following social media post by Zuby I loved on X, @ZubyMusic on August 6th:

“Shout out to everyone who is doing honest work, treating people well, telling the truth, raising good kids, and doing good things to make the world better. Big and small.
The world is held together by a quiet army of decent people.
I appreciate you even if I don’t know you.”

I feel the same as Zuby. And it makes me wonder…

Do the dharma and karma wheels spin simultaneously?
Does the true nature of things lie beyond such wheels?
What does lie beyond cycles and change?
Constancy?
Of what?

Cellular wisdom and subtle consciousness? But these are also constantly changing. Or else evolution would cease to exist. Then, what does remain the same?

God?

* * * * *

Does it matter if I praise God, if He is one and the same with Her, the Great Goddess? Father and Mother, the same creative force? Equally regenerative and destructive as well?

Except, nuance matters. Why do certain distinctions matter, if it’s all the same creative force per se? Because forces have many manifestations. The same force can manifest in different ways. Innovation, spontaneity, and variation are important keys for evolution.

Evolution is the cosmic-planetary, psycho-physical phenomenon of living, doing, dying, being.

Prehistoric Eurasian civilizations appear to have had “a profound belief in a life-generating Goddess who represents One Source while pictured in many forms.” (Marija Gimbutas, 1991. P.222)****

From as early as 25,000 B.C. [BCE], She is depicted with exaggerated breasts, vulva, and buttocks, indicating the centers of emanation of her procreative powers. A study of symbols in Paleolithic art demonstrates that the female, rather than the male, was the deity of creation. In fact, there are no traces in Paleolithic art of a father figure. The bearing and nourishing of offspring –plant, animal, and human– was the primary model for the development of the image of the Goddess as the all-generating deity. […]
The Goddess personifies the eternally renewing cycle of life in all its forms and manifestations.”
(ibidem)

The multiple categories, functions, and symbols used by prehistoric peoples to express the Great Mystery are all aspects of the unbroken unity of one deity, a Goddess who is ultimately Nature herself.
… the Goddess who personifies the generative forces of nature. […] the various life propagating, birth-giving, life-maintaining, and life-stimulating aspects of the Goddess.
… the Goddess who personifies the destructive forces of nature – the Death Goddess […]
… the Goddess who of Regeneration; it is she who controls the life cycles of the entire natural world. […]

The Goddess of the Paleolithic and Neolithic is parthenogenetic, creating life out of herself. She is the primeval, self-fertilizing “Virgin Goddess” who has survived in numerous culture forms to the present day. The Christian Virgin Mary is a demoted version of this original deity. […] it seems clear that woman’s ability to give birth and nourish children from her body was deemed sacred, and revered as the ultimate metaphor for the divine Creator.” (ibid. p. 223) 

I shared this information with the philosophy club as we talked about panpsychism, pantheism, and transhumanism. I’m not sure why the ancient religion of the Great Goddess popped into my mind as I read the papers on these philosophical phenomena. I began wonder to what extent the religion of the Goddess might be panpsychic (ubiquitous mind), pantheistic (ubiquitous divinity) and transhuman (technology biology)? To what extent are philosophical categories renewed attempts at formulating existential phenomena? Subjects, perhaps, we humans understood far better in ancient civilizations.  Subjects that inherently exist, and are formulated, forgotten, remembered and reformulated.

“Archeologists and historians have assumed that civilization implies a hierarchical political and religious organization, warfare, a class stratification, and a complex division of labor. This pattern is indeed typical of androcratic (male-dominated) societies such as Indo-European but does not apply to the gynocentric (mother/woman-centered) cultures described in this book. The civilization that flourished in Old Europe between 6500 and 3500 B.C. and in Crete until 1450 B.C. enjoyed a long period of uninterrupted peaceful living which produced artistic expression of graceful beauty and refinement, demonstrating a higher quality of life than many androcratic, classed societies.
[…]
The primordial deity for our Paleolithic and Neolithic ancestors was female, reflecting the sovereignty of motherhood. In fact, there are no images that have been found of a Father God throughout the prehistoric record. Paleolithic and Neolithic symbols and images cluster around a self-generating Goddess and her basic functions as a Giver-of-Life, Wielder-of-Death, and as Regeneratrix. This symbolic system represents cyclical, non-linear, mythical time.
 The religion of the Goddess reflected a matristic, matrilineal, and endogamic social order for most of early human history. This was not necessarily “matriarchy,” which wrongly implies “rule” by women as a mirror image of androcracy. A matrifocal tradition continued throughout the early agricultural societies of Europe, Anatolia, and the Near East, as well as Minoan Crete. The emphasis in these cultures was on technologies that nourished people’s lives, in contrast to the androcratic focus on domination.
 The Old European social structure was in direct contrast with the Indo-European system that replaced it. As archeological, historical, linguistic, and religious evidence shows, Old European society was organized around a theacratic
[spiritual government], communal temple community, guided by a queen-priestess, her brother or uncle, and a council of women as the governing body. In spite of the revered status of women in religious life, the cemetery evidence […] does not suggest any imbalance between the sexes or a subservience of one sex to the other. It suggests, instead, a condition of mutual respect.” (ibidem, p.viii-xi)

According to Samkhya Philosophy, “that which has never existed can never be brought into existence.”*****

Peace is our past. Peace is human nature. Peace is our future.

“It is a gross misunderstanding to imagine warfare as endemic to the human condition. Widespread fighting and fortification building have indeed been the way of life for most of our direct ancestors from the Bronze Age up until now. However, this was not the case in the Paleolithic and Neolithic. There are no depictions of arms (weapons used against other humans) in Paleolithic cave paintings, nor are there remains of weapons used by man against man during the Neolithic of Old Europe. From some hundred and fifty paintings that survived at Catal Hüyük, there is not one depicting a scene of conflict or fighting, or of war or torture.” (Gimbutas, 1995. p.viii-x) 

Birth-giving, in Catal Hüyük temple wall painting, 7,000 BCE.

So, what is the role of spirituality in politics and government? What does it mean to be a spiritual society, a spiritual civilization? What is the nature of the illusions that craft human realities? Are deluded mental habits deeply ingrained more than virtuous ones? And, do an embryo’s cells stand in competition and conflict with its mother cells, or do they share in a divine dance of cooperative cosmic creation, destruction and regeneration?

To be continued …

 

*FreemanTaylor Yoga @ YouTube, June 2024, “Five Steps to Embodying Happiness”. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oDX9vL-SpJI

**Buddhism, the Law of Silence - Abuses in Tibetan Buddhism (youtube.com), Direction : Elodie Emery Wandrille Lanos, Producer Tv Presse Productions. 2023.

***YOGA – Discipline of Freedom. The Yoga Sutra attributed to Patanjali. 1998. Barbara Stoler Miller. Bantam Books, New York, New York.

****Marija Gimbutas, 1991. The Civilization of the Goddess – The World of Old Europe. Edited by Joan Marler. HarperCollins Publishers, New York, NY.

*****Samkhya Karika of Ishvara Krishna with the Tattva Kaumudi of Sri Vacaspari Misra. Translated by Swami Virupakshananda, 1995. Sri Ramakrishna Math Printing Press, India.

Montag, 29. Juli 2024

On Ancient and Common Philosophizing

 

No es fácil escribir filosofía.
Es mucho pensar y
pensar cansa.
No hay que pensar demasiado.
Pobre Iris Murdoch.
Pobre Mamá.
Pero si hay que pensar.
Hay tiempos para pensar y
tiempos para no pensar.

It's not easy to write philosophy.
A lot of thinking and
thinking fatigues.
One must not think too much.
Poor Iris Murdoch.
Poor Mother.
But one must think.
There are times to think and
times not to think.

Es ist nicht einfach, das Philosophieschreiben.
Viel Nachdenken, und
Nachdenken macht müde.
Frau darf nicht zu viel nachdenken.
Die arme Iris Murdoch.
Die arme Mama.
Aber frau muss denken.
Es gibt Denkmomenten und
Nichtdenkmomenten.


Philosophy is ordinary indeed. Perhaps not in abstraction. But indeed. Studious as we human creatures are.

This does not mean that philosophy is easy by any means. On the contrary, anything that must be done requires great effort. The body tires, as does the mind. Philosophical doing is a lot of work. When I focus philosophically, I tend to frown. It’s not “old”. It’s honest. Living leaves marks. Ancient Greek philosophress Periktione (Athens, 4th and 3rd century B.C.E.) says that

the meaning of philosophy is to get to the bottom of things, to capture their essence, and to be metaphysics. (Gleichauf, p.22)

Author Ingeborg Gleichauf explains that

philosophy only happens when the human being creates a distance between herself and that which preoccupies her on a daily basis, and wonders about the origin and end, about the meaning of everything. (ibidem)

Perhaps, not everything is philosophy, not everyone a philosopher, after all, though they could be. I feel grateful to live in a place with a philosophical community. With schools, libraries, study centers for body and mind. For good living. Making philosophy a part of the quotidian life.  In pursuit of happiness. Through Philosophy, which means human art. The power of philosophizing is channelled through physical, mental, and social activities (i.e. yoga, sports, and artistic expression; pictures, books, curricula, media; gatherings, townhalls, clubs, parties, dialogues; et cetera). People gather to train and think together, to discuss and develop, to practice and profess, to contemplate, meditate and express. And humanity thrives as people gather information for good living. As they seek to experience good lives. Philosophy is extraordinary and it is available in public spaces. Philosophy has always been around. Women have always participated in it, even against all odds. Places for human study have always existed. For the study of ourselves and the world.

The world is shared. There is no escaping this fact. Our Planet Earth shares one of uncountable galaxies with countless other planets and stars. On Earth, a carefully balanced ecosystem shares in dances of water, fire, earth, wind, flesh, and wood. Earth’s creatures inter-are with their environments and with each other. Every single one of us is “another”.

Simon de Beauvoir concluded that women were “other” to men. Perhaps, I got too caught up in the whole “sex” thing to continue pursuing “gender” in that way. I do feel her as a woman and philosopher. I have her to thank for my master’s thesis. I feel, I understand her with the heart. And I salute her courage, and dedication to exposing the social inequities related to conceptions of gender and sex. She shook me awake. As a woman. As a feminist. As a human being.

As I dive into the study of women philosophers, I find it gives an amazing validation to my Nexistential identity. To my femme philosophy to be. My work becomes clear: A philosophy of humankind through the perspective of a woman – engendered, of course, by men and women alike in all their variations. A philosophy born out of a woman’s womb of orgasmic intelligence. Women’s philosophies and philosophical experiencing move me to the bone. I feel it in my flesh, it beats in my heart and sings in my soul.

Men move me, too. But they also frighten me. For too long I felt other to them, while at the same time identifying with their more profound observations. The philosopher at the club talked about Friedrich Nietzsche (15. October 1844 – 25. November 1900), who believed suffering to be a catalyst for growth. He wondered: is suffering bad perse? Believed that our life is valuable because we are vulnerable and finite, because it will end. He espoused the idea of self-fashioning, a process of creating one’s own values. Materialism and rationalism lead to godlessness and nihilism. The belief in the Christian God becomes unbelievable and leads to a moral collapse. Mourning and disorientation result from the loss of God. Crisis. Thus, we are faced with a moral restoration project. The morality based on perceptions we inherited, we have to restructure to our own moral perceptions.

I’ve come to similar conclusions. When I was a teenager, I realized that we experience a social trauma. We get filled with notions given to us by the social context which surrounds us. But indeed, what are we? Then I lost God and lived as an atheist and nihilist for many years rejecting almost everything. Particularly the philosophy of men, but also philosophy at large. An existential crisis, which I have only begun to overcome in recent years. Nexistentialism represents the next step, the restructuring, the self-fashioning, the process of creating “new” values. A moral restoration project.

I thank Nietzsche for teaching to celebrate all of life despite the suffering! And I wonder to what extent yoga may have inspired him. So much is obscured from visibility in the thought-rivers of humanity. Patriarchal societies have gone to great lengths to obscure the presence of women in overtly public affairs. Such as government, art, and the celebrated public norms true to contextual existential (day-to-day living over periods of time) realities (moment-to-moment matters (personal, private, social, public, collective, planetary, universal and so forth)).

I feared a closer study of Nietzsche since my youth. Or Kafka. Though I did fall into the Kafka temptation about two decades ago. I was young and fearfully carefree. I understood his “thought process” in the story Das Urteil (1912) (“The Judgment/The Verdict”) about 12 years after reading it. His thoughts about the matter simply ended there. His story ideas ceased. Regardless of having come to any sort of conclusion. Thought happens that way. Sometimes, an idea comes to an inconclusive end. I fear them because I feel them in my soul. The others. Because I love them.

When I have time to myself, true self-time, I find that I am much more ascetic than I imagine myself to be. A sign of enlightenment or illumination? The gaze from within, without outer distractions, can be quite peaceful. Silence is golden.

Yoga is a phenomenon, an existential force. Brilliantly elaborated and formulated by ancient Indian philosophy and perceptive techniques, indeed quite physical ones (i.e. pranayama, asana). A phenomenon articulated by other systems, too. Various yoga traditions, as well as other perceptive apparatuses. A force that seekers, thinkers, philosophers and other practitioners might stumble upon. A force yoking existing and potential structures through transformation and transcendence. Yoking thought with action, will with power, study with practice. Did yoga inspire Nietzsche?

Philosphical Pairs 2
Friedrich Nietzsche – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Pythagoras – Theano of Crotone
Socrates - Aspasia

Without any specifications, who of the pairs do you guess to be what sex, based on the name alone? Woman, man, someone else? German philosopher F. Nietzsche was an admirer of Russian author F. Dostoevsky (another one I fear).

Theano of Crotone was the wife of ancient mathematician Pythagoras. She was born in the Greek colony of Crotone in Southern Italy, sometime after 550 B.C.E. * (before the common era formerly known as Jesus Christ’s birth in the year zero, marking a before Christ (B.C.) and an after Christ (anno domini, A.D. (Latin)), now referred to as the common era (makes sense with the whole “C” thing)).

Mistress Theano of Crotone had five children. When Pythagoras died, she took over the direction of his school. She had been a follower of his lifestyle. Their motto: prudence and moderation. With the goal to better understand the soul, which is eternal and is born again. The mathematical theorem of the golden mean ratio, or golden section, or sectio aurea (Latin) is attributed to Ms. Theano. Despite her diverse writings about philosophy, mathematics and medicine, only a fragment of her text “On Piety” made it* through a thousand-and-five-hundred-year space-time wormhole. As I sit here, in a living-room in the American West at the turn of the twenty-first century, I can learn from a woman, a femme philosopher no less, from across the Atlantic Ocean hundreds and hundreds of years ago. What a miracle!

Theano had many female students. She gave them intellectual guidance, as well as rules for a morally valuable life as a woman. She held marriage as the highest form of a relationship between the sexes. She accepted the then dominant opinion about the right conduct of a woman: to be reserved, not to strive for public recognition, and to care for the home and children. * Considering the options for women at the time, this was a very intelligent way of channelling the power of philosophizing, and ensuring some form of longevity, if not immortality.

In stark contrast stands the tragic example of professor Hypatia (ca. 370-413 CE (the Common Era)). Daughter of the philosopher Theon, she had an outstanding education. She taught anyone who wanted to learn all subjects at the top of the Platonic School. She was respected and esteemed for her extraordinary intelligence, and moved naturally in the world of men, never holding back her opinions. She corresponded with the ancient ideal of a life in the service of science. She never married. She taught Plato’s ideas, astronomy and geometry at the Museion, the University of Alexandria. She had a public presence and an outstanding reputation amongst intellectuals. She is said to have authored several books, which were all destroyed. Her tragic death is remembered more than her words. She was brutally executed by Christian conservative extremists. Her philosophy was forgotten. *

I wonder, was Theano of Crotone trying to protect her students, women, from being harmed, by encouraging reserved behaviour? In order to survive, live and thrive in a society, which appeared to punish the presence of women in public spaces. It certainly didn’t invite women openly into these. Maybe as servants? Who was getting served philosophy? Turns out, philosophy serves both women and men in diverse circumstances. What constituted being a woman back then? Opinions appear to vary even in ancient times. I wonder how much the biological sex had to do with ancient conceptions of gender (sexual social role). The women’s vulvaginas, mysterious caves, with the ability to give birth. The men’s millions of seeds, held in evident dangling seed sacks, shooting out from overt tubes of flesh.

Theano was a Pythagorean thinker. Pythagorean philosophy holds that the human being is part of the world, which is animate and of divine origin as well. There is never just matter. Everything is related to everything else; nothing is isolated. The world and humankind live naturally in harmony and one must be careful not to disturb this harmony. All excess is to be avoided. Asceticism and spiritual work are called for. Numbers are the unifying, regulative, and essential Element. Numbers give everything clarity and contour, certainty and form. Without the power of the mathematical everything would be chaotic and indefinite. Every single human being is responsible for a harmonious day-to-day. Theano lived according to the precept that order is godly and natural, and this is what she taught as well. *

In this context, philosophy has a strong practical relevance. It does not develop independently from everyday life. To think about the meaning of life includes the question of how daily life is to be fashioned. Theory and practice are not separate. *  In “On Piety” Theano wrote:

“I heard that many Greeks believe Pythagoras claimed that all things arise from numbers. This claim contains a problem: How can things that don’t exist, be understood as being? However, Pythagoras didn’t mean that all things arise from numbers, but in accordance with numbers – on the ground that numbers are the first order of everything and through the division of this order all things that are counted can be assigned a 1. and 2. and everything following.” *

Philosophical historian Ingeborg Gleichauf considers Theano’s thinking to be very complex. Theano, like Pythagoras, considered that mathematics matter greatly. She wondered how numbers and things relate to each other. Pythagoras and Theano both hold that things and numbers have an intimate relationship, attributed to the fact that humans are able to count things.

Ms. Gleichauf observes that in this early period of philosophy, it already becomes clear that the first and fundamental question for philosophizing is the issue of the essence of all things, of humans and the world. Pythagoreans wondered how everything is linked together, and which is the highest principle. They searched for what regulating power might be beyond the sensory reality.  They gained their insight from experience and the contemplation thereof. We continue to ask these questions today, she writes.  

Theano of Crotone is not the only ancient woman philosopher who is highlighted in Ingeborg Gleichauf’s 2005 book “I want to understand – History of Women Philosophers”.

Woman philosopher Aspasia (ca. 460-401 BCE) was assigned the hetaera (courtesan) profession by her father, a position held by highly educated women, who were admired for their knowledge. She directed a hetaerae school in Athens. She also headed a salon visited by the most important men of the city, such as the philosophers Anaxagoras and Socrates. And the statesman Perikles, who fell in love with her, left his wife, and took Aspasia as his pallake (illegitimate life partner, concubine). All were enthralled by the sage woman. Aspasia’s union with Perikles got her sued, and he freed her with great difficulty. After his death in 429 BCE, she married the sheep merchant Lysikles. 

The so called Periclean age was characterized by a strong advancement of the arts, philosophy, and medicine. But women had no civic rights. Their role was limited to the household responsibilities and child rearing. Hetaerae were an exception, as they were very free in their manners. The average woman hardly left her home, except to attend a big celebration. Shopping was done by enslaved people. The hetaerae class of women was better educated than the average wife, and sought after by men of thought and politics, who desired female conversational partners. Aspasia was considered an excellent teacher in the subjects of philosophy and rhetoric. Socrates sought her advice and sent his students to consult her.

The intellectual giants of the city deeply trusted this intelligent and educated woman.

Thanks to Plato’s (427-347 BCE) dialogue “Menexenos”, we know that Socrates extolled his teacher Aspasia. He was even a bit afraid of her, said he was almost beat up for being a forgetful student. He then repeats one of her speeches, in which Aspasia lists the ancient virtues of the Athenian people and calls the living to not lament the dead inordinately.

Rhetoric, the art of speech, was a very important discipline in ancient times. Aspasia said:

“Following deeds well done, the well-spoken word bestows upon the doers commemoration and upon the listeners honor.”

Aspasia’s philosophy thrived in the public sphere. She was a thinker who embodied the dialogical factor and speech in the form of oration. This manner of philosophizing through speaking has a strong pedagogical aspect, according to femme philosopher Ingeborg Gleichauf. Aspasia’s style represents a philosophy which is realized in speech, has an educational effect on people, and thus, also has a social impact. Aspasia advocated wholeheartedly for her ideas with the desire to inspire philosophizing. *

In Plato’s most famous dialogue “Symposium” (‘drinking party’) we witness another woman philosopher, Diotima, who probably lived around 400 BCE. Sokrates refers to her as a wise woman and recites a speech by her about Eros. He says she taught him about matters of love. *

“Eros”, according to Diotima, is something which lies between human and God, between properties such as good and bad, beautiful and ugly. It guides humans to aspire to the good and beautiful, and to seek the truth. Diotima considers artists, philosophers and statesmen to be the most interested in doing this. She thought of philosophers as neither reasonable nor wise, but something in between, like Eros. She said:

“For wisdom is most beautiful, and Eros is love for the beautiful; so that Eros is necessarily a lover of wisdom, standing philosophically between the wise and the ignorant.”

Thus, Ms. Gleichauf concludes, Diotima considered love to be the element out of which Eros operates, and the path to attain immortality. This is true for both body and soul. It happens through reproduction, and through art and science. When humans create progeny, something of theirs remains in the world when they die. Artists, politicians and scientists immortalize themselves in their creations through the power of Eros. It can be a poem, a scientific insight or the fight for a just government. Those who seek immortality, could also be rewarded otherwise: Maybe they’ll get to witness the pure beautiful and good, and thus experience the highest bliss. The inherent beautiful and good has an immutable being, does not pass away and is not bound to become. *

Diotima’s, like Socrates’, philosophies have been passed down through Plato’s dialogues. Because of this, says Ingeborg Gleichauf, we can imagine the liveliness of this kind of thinking.

Significant thoughts occur in an argumentative back and forth. A woman or a man throws the ball of questions and hopes the other will catch it and play. This type of philosophizing has a playful side that doesn't diminish its seriousness. Big life problems are at stake here, and they need to be talked about. (Gleichauf, p.19)

Ingeborg notices a distinction between Pythagorean thought and that of Diotima, Sokrates, and Plato. The former conceives of a world in which everything is linked together. For Diotima, there exist two worlds. One is relative, perceivable by the senses, and limited by time and space. The other is eternal and goes beyond human holding capacity. (ibid. p.20)

In the context of Periktone, Ms. Gleichauf notices that the act of seeking to capture the essence of things, of making philosophy metaphysical, reveals a primal interest in the work of desiring insight. With an emphasis on the word work. (ibid. p. 22)

In the philosophy of women, it’s not about giving out prescriptive counselling. Thought work is hard and demands patience, but it is lively and concerned with life. (ibidem)

Periktione authored “On Wisdom”, and wrote:

Humanity was created and exists to contemplate the principle of nature as a whole. The function of wisdom is not to possess things; its purpose is to observe things as they are. **

 “Nature as a whole” means to contemplate the cosmos, the world as such, to not get caught up in the details. That’s what philosophy is to Periktone. Human beings live from hour to hour, from day to day. They do their work, raise their children, do politics, celebrate parties, work the fields, look at this and that, and think about one thing or another. But that is not yet philosophy. (ibidem)

Philosophy only happens when the human being creates a distance between herself and that which preoccupies her on a daily basis, and wonders about the origin and end, about the meaning of everything.


*Gleichauf, Ingeborg. 2005. Ich will verstehen - Geschichte der Philosophinnen. Deutscher Taschenbuchverlag, München. p.10.
*ibidem p.11
*ibid.
*ibid. pp. 23-26
*ibid. p.12
*ibid.
*ibid. pp.13-16
*ibid. pp. 16-17
*ibid. p.18
**Ms. Gleichauf appears to have misconstrued Periktione’s quote. It didn’t make sense when I read it. Luckily, I found another representation online, also in German, which makes more sense. I chose to translate that one into English. However, the website mentions a two Periktiones, one with and one without a biography. The second one is said to have lived around 450 BCE. She too was a Greek Pythagorean woman philosopher, and the quote in question is attributed to her, Periktione 2:
“Humanity was created and exists to contemplate the principle of nature as a whole.
The function of wisdom is not to possess things; its purpose is to observe things as they are.”
http://sophie-lexikonderphilosophinnen.de/html/periktione-2.html
A similar quote is attributed to Periktione 1:
“It is the task of wisdom to witness and compose the property that belongs universally to all things.”
http://sophie-lexikonderphilosophinnen.de/html/periktione-1.html
Why the creator of the online encyclopaedia of women philosophers has two Periktiones, I don’t know. Personally, I suspect that it may be one and the same person. Perhaps different accounts were identified without obviously pointing to the same person.


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