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Neither home,nor joy nor nourishment
« on: October 19, 2014, 03:07:10 pm »
How could I fail to be a lone wolf, and an uncouth hermit, as I did not share one of its aims nor understand one of its pleasures? I cannot remain for long in either theater or picture-house. I can scarcely read a paper, seldom a modern book. I cannot understand what pleasures and joys they are that drive people to the overcrowded railways and hotels, into the packed cafés with the suffocating and oppressive music, to the Bars and variety entertainments, to World Exhibitions, to the Corsos. I cannot understand nor share these joys, though they are within my reach, for which thousands of others strive. On the other hand, what happens to me in my rare hours of joy, what for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd. And in fact, if the world is right, if this music of the cafés, these mass enjoyments and these Americanised men who are pleased with so little are right, then I am wrong, I am crazy. I am in truth the Steppenwolf that I often call myself; that beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him.

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Re: Neither home,nor joy nor nourishment
« Reply #1 on: February 26, 2019, 11:29:50 pm »
From Hermann Hesse's Steppenwolf:


There was never a man with a deeper and more passionate craving for independence than he. In his youth when he was poor and had difficulty in earning his bread, he preferred to go hungry and in torn clothes rather than endanger his narrow limit of independence. He never sold himself for money or an easy life or to women or to those in power; and had thrown away a hundred times what in the world's eyes was his advantage and happiness in order to safeguard his liberty. No prospect was more hateful and distasteful to him than that he should have to go to an office and conform to daily and yearly routine and obey others. He hated all kinds of offices, governmental or commercial, as he hated death, and his worst nightmare was confinement in barracks. He contrived, often at great sacrifice, to avoid all such predicaments. It was here that his strength and his virtue rested. On this point he could neither be bent nor bribed.
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Re: Neither home,nor joy nor nourishment
« Reply #2 on: February 27, 2019, 07:38:31 am »
"We are aware that asserting this receptiveness to cultural content runs counter to the traditional conception of science.In this view science develops by freeing itself from outmoded forms of understanding nature; it purifies itself in a process that can be compared to an "ascesis" of reason. But this in turn leads to the conclusion that science should be practiced only by communities living apart, uninvolved in mundane matters. In this view, the ideal scientific community should be protected from the pressures, needs, and requirements of so­ciety. Scientific progress ought to be an essentially autono­mous process that any "outside" influence, such as the scientists's participation in other cultural, social, or economic activities, would merely disturb or delay.

This ideal of abstraction, of the scientist's withdrawal, finds an ally in still another ideal, this one concerning the vocation of a "true" researcher, namely, his desire to escape from worldly vicissitudes. Einstein describes the type of scientist who would find favor with the ·Angel of the Lord" should the latter be given the task of driving from the "Temple of Sci­ence" all those who are "unworthy''-it is not stated in what respects.They are generally-

'...rather odd, uncommunicative, solitary fellows, who despite these common characteristics resemble one an­other really less than the host of the banished.What led them into the Temple? one of the stron­gest motives that lead men to art and science is flight from everyday life with its painful harshness and wretched dreariness, and from the fetters of one's own shifting desires. A person with a finer sensibility is driven to escape from personal existence and to the world of objective observing (Schauen) and understanding. This motive can be compared with the longing that irresistibly pulls the town-dweller away from his noisy, cramped quarters and toward the silent, high mountains, where the eye ranges freely through the still, pure air and traces the calm contours that seem to be made for eternity.
With this negative motive there goes a positive one. Man seeks to form for himself, in whatever manner is suitable or him, a simplified and lucid image of the world (Bild der Welt), and so to overcome the world of experience by striving to replace it to some extent by this image.'

The incompatibility between the ascetic beauty sought after by science, on the one hand, and the petty swirl of worldly experience so keenly felt by Einstein, on the other, is likely to be reinforced by another incompatibility, this one openly Man­ichean, between science and society, or, more precisely, between free human creativity and political power. In this case, it is not in an isolated community or in a temple that research would have to be carried out, but in a fortress, or else·in a madhouse, as Duerrenmatt imagined in his play The Physi­cists. There, three physicists discuss the ways and means of advancing physics while at the same time safeguarding man­kind from the dire consequences that result when political powers appropriate the results of its progress.The conclusion they reach is that the only possible way is that which has al­r e ady been chosen by one of them; they all decide to pretend to be mad, to hide in a lunatic asylum. At the end of the play, as Fate would have it, this last refuge is discovered to be an illusion.The director of the asylum, who has been spying on her patient, steals his results and seizes world power."

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Re: Neither home,nor joy nor nourishment
« Reply #3 on: February 28, 2019, 02:04:29 pm »
Pretending to be mad is as good a plan as any, I suppose.

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'...rather odd, uncommunicative, solitary fellows, who despite these common characteristics resemble one an­other really less than the host of the banished.What led them into the Temple? One of the stron­gest motives that lead men to art and science is flight from everyday life with its painful harshness and wretched dreariness, and from the fetters of one's own shifting desires. A person with a finer sensibility is driven to escape from personal existence and to the world of objective observing (Schauen) and understanding.

This had me thinking about how, while the small handful of us who post here may each share the common characteristics of being rather odd solitary fellows, this does not necessarily mean we are very much alike.   

I used to upload code I had written here, or attempt to articulate some details about whatever it was I might have been engaged with at the time.   Now I have come to realize that this message board may not be the best place to articulate such things.  In fact, it is much better for me to devote such energy into keeping notes for myself.   

Just because we are each misfits does not mean we are alike.

Is this a kind of Temple?    Well, if this message board is some kind of haven, it may only be because there seems to be an unwritten code of conduct.   We are fortunate not to be bombarded by advertisements or spam or preachers warning us to claim "Jesus Christ as our Lord and Savior" or other such annoyances as being called infidels for not praising words such as "Allah" or Mohammad.

We each get through our days, our lives, in our own ways.

As for the incompatibility between science and society, that is, between human creativity and political power, I have noticed this directly in conversations with an old friend of mine (from childhood).   Now, people may not think of the power structures involved in finding employment and keeping oneself employed as having to do with "political power," but it has everything to do with this.   When I speak of politics, I do not necessarily mean the propaganda of elected government officials or political parties, Socialist versus Nationalist versus Democrat versus Republican versus Theocrat, etc; no, I see the politics that play out in the power structures one encounters in collecting a pay check.

So, this old friend of mine is confounded over the disparity between the kinds of things I am engaged in all day, day after day, and the lack of interest I show in finding gainful employment.

For me, this is a clear example of the incompatibility between science and society.

The gorts want the study of math and science to lead naturally to taking on the role of employee subservient to some form of political power, an economic boss, a corporate or corporate-funded academic agenda.

A pure interest in mathematics or science (mathematics is the queen of sciences), with no kind of ambition to transform it into a career grounded in obedience to authority, subservient responses to alarm clocks and phone calls, etc is mocked as an amateur dilettante, never to be shown any kind of genuine respect, since the mantra of gort society is "money talks, bullshiit walks."

This is why I say that pretending to be mad sounds like an almost perfect modus operandi for one who wants to make clear to society their indifference toward social status and actual contempt for the "professional" class since it is so very clear that in order to acquire political power (economic power), the professional must obey and try to impress his or her masters; that is, they must become at most a servile scientist.  There is no room for spontaneity or following one's own agenda.


PS:  While pretending to be insane is as good a plan as any, I'm for avoiding incarceration in any psychiatric wards.    That's one of the motivations for remaining off the booze.  It only takes me getting drunk for me to put myself in a position to be hauled away by the zoo-keepers.  My very own mother would most likely be the one to alert the authorities.

Don't panic and keep your cool.   I will be hiding in a room with my math and science, in my little Temple, that is.
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