Jul 7, 2025 06:01 PM
The problem with absolute truths, of the moral kind, the scientific kind, or even the philosophical kind, is that they basically become conversation stoppers. It is as if something is now arrived at that cannot itself be questioned and must simply be accepted. It is as if understanding itself has become reified into an object of which no further understanding is possible and that has to just be accepted as arbitrary and given. We have reached the bottom so to speak of all curious inquiry, at least in that line of thought.
But nothing about reality or language suggests the existence of such a final epistemic terminus. Sellers described it as the Myth of the Given. We are always just arriving on the scene, with all our conceptual abilities and words and rules of logic. As Sartre put it, "Existence before essence." Nothing is closed off and settled. Everything is already in play and open-ended in a truly Godelian sense. Everything that is in the most general sense of just being, from ideas to values to art objects to natural phenomena to phenomenal properties to people to symbols to literature and politics and history and technology to anything else that can be said to just be, is snugly ensconced in an infinite network of other beings. And this to me is the crucial value of postmodern thinking, as the enactment of the pervasive hermeneutical interplay of meanings and patterns and syzygies. As Richard Rorty simply put it:
"There is nothing to be known about anything except an initially large, and forever expandable, web of relations to other things. Everything that can serve as a term of relation can be dissolved into another set of relations, and so on for ever. There are, so to speak, relations all the way down, all the way up, and all the way out in every direction: you never reach something which is not just one more nexus of relations."
The important thing to remember about this sort of meandering and on-the-fly elucidation of Being from the semantic relationships between all beings is that it is not a task to achieve or a goal to shoot for so much as a game to be played and enjoyed for itself. It is creative and iconoclastic at once, unveiling the astonishingly manifold and wide-ranging presence in all things and events of Being itself. There is always a serendipitous element to it, coming upon patterns and metaphors that were just there and waiting to be manifested. This is what keeps it from ending in nihilistic despair. Nothing is absolutely true yes. The metanarrative of hyperrational explainability and abstractive conceptualization is full of holes. But because of this return of the pluralistic, everything is interesting and relevant and meaningfully interwoven with everything else.
"When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe."---John Muir
One of my favorite TV series of all time was James Burke's "Connections". Maybe I can stream it now. He always had a knack at fascinating me by tracing out the enormously complex web of causality and consequence between historical innovations and events, many of which were entire flukes of chance. Here's a pithy little quote from him:
“Writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don't have to worry about learning things. The fire of one's art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.”― James Lee Burke
But nothing about reality or language suggests the existence of such a final epistemic terminus. Sellers described it as the Myth of the Given. We are always just arriving on the scene, with all our conceptual abilities and words and rules of logic. As Sartre put it, "Existence before essence." Nothing is closed off and settled. Everything is already in play and open-ended in a truly Godelian sense. Everything that is in the most general sense of just being, from ideas to values to art objects to natural phenomena to phenomenal properties to people to symbols to literature and politics and history and technology to anything else that can be said to just be, is snugly ensconced in an infinite network of other beings. And this to me is the crucial value of postmodern thinking, as the enactment of the pervasive hermeneutical interplay of meanings and patterns and syzygies. As Richard Rorty simply put it:
"There is nothing to be known about anything except an initially large, and forever expandable, web of relations to other things. Everything that can serve as a term of relation can be dissolved into another set of relations, and so on for ever. There are, so to speak, relations all the way down, all the way up, and all the way out in every direction: you never reach something which is not just one more nexus of relations."
The important thing to remember about this sort of meandering and on-the-fly elucidation of Being from the semantic relationships between all beings is that it is not a task to achieve or a goal to shoot for so much as a game to be played and enjoyed for itself. It is creative and iconoclastic at once, unveiling the astonishingly manifold and wide-ranging presence in all things and events of Being itself. There is always a serendipitous element to it, coming upon patterns and metaphors that were just there and waiting to be manifested. This is what keeps it from ending in nihilistic despair. Nothing is absolutely true yes. The metanarrative of hyperrational explainability and abstractive conceptualization is full of holes. But because of this return of the pluralistic, everything is interesting and relevant and meaningfully interwoven with everything else.
"When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe."---John Muir
One of my favorite TV series of all time was James Burke's "Connections". Maybe I can stream it now. He always had a knack at fascinating me by tracing out the enormously complex web of causality and consequence between historical innovations and events, many of which were entire flukes of chance. Here's a pithy little quote from him:
“Writing is like being in love. You never get better at it or learn more about it. The day you think you do is the day you lose it. Robert Frost called his work a lover's quarrel with the world. It's ongoing. It has neither a beginning nor an end. You don't have to worry about learning things. The fire of one's art burns all the impurities from the vessel that contains it.”― James Lee Burke