Another Manifesto on Happiness

I have read multiple times, from multiple thinkers, that to study philosophy, or to philosophize, is to learn how to die.

So if Philosophy is the love of, and the search for, wisdom, and if wisdom is some balance of knowledge, experience, skepticism, uncertainty, tolerance, flexibility, effort, discretion, a sense of humor, and transcendence, then it appears to me that to learn how to die, is to learn how to live.

The more I fear death, the more likely I am to ignore death and/or renounce death. If I ignore death and/or renounce death, I am living duplicitously.

If I have any questions about death, I must learn how to die, so I may learn how to live, ingenuously.

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Extending Happiness

Following is a portion of a poem I penned approximately eight years ago:

My wife and kids, they think I'm weird
     I find it such a treat
I'm so content, enthralled, endeared
      Upon that cushioned seat

We all must have a place of peace
     A sanctumesque retreat
A place to go-let go-release
     Replete-discreet-complete

Upon my mower I hold dear
     The power and the noise
Snug seat, cup holder for my beer
     Penultimate man toys

Drowns out all sound; my mind roams free
     My troubles disappear
I sing, I cuss, I shout with glee
     Because no one can hear

It's like a thousand waterfalls
     Struck dumb with wondrous awe
The Man Gods have decreed to all
     Horsepower is Man Law

This summer I have rediscovered these joys.

This week I have read some arguments that maintain knowledge is NOT the exclusive realm of the brain. These arguments challenge the common assumption that motor skills, (such as playing tennis), do not require knowledge because knowledge requires verbalization, and it is difficult (to impossible), to provide a detailed, verbal accounting of, (or even be aware of), the knowledge utilized before, during, or after demonstrating the skill. Sure, the tennis player has knowledge of the game and proper technique, but I am confident that the tennis player does not consciously think, "I will put this foot here, and that foot there, and pull my arm back to 18 degrees behind and 7 degrees below my shoulder, and..." One is hard pressed to account for knowledge in the arm or legs. Yet, how many people do we know who talk with their hands? And who is to say with certainty that this is not knowledge? The argument could certainly be made that these arm gestures appear to help some individuals with reasoning and thinking. One argument I read likens this bias toward the brain as the sole seat of knowledge, with the drunk looking for his keys under the streetlamp because "that's where the light is;" (though he freely admits that his keys could be anywhere on the street). The brain is where the light is.

(*I should note that all of these paraphrased arguments have come from "The Stone Reader: Modern Philosophy in 133 Arguments" edited by Peter Catapano and Simon Critchley.)

This interesting argument against convention, extends to nonbiological body parts such as cochlear implants that obviously aid in knowledge. And from there, though I believe we may agree that the brain is the throne of knowledge, one essayist argues that the smart-phone, (and other similar technological innovations), might also qualify as a lesser seat of knowledge.

And this brings me back to my bright yellow mower seat. Yes! I am going to argue that this is an aid in acquiring knowledge, and it therefore, (with a small leap), also qualifies as a seat of knowledge. Knowledge need not reside in the brain. Knowledge can live in muscle memory, and in a biological arm or a prosthetic leg, and in the warm, calming influence of a morning shower, and in my Blackberry, and even in my bright yellow mower seat or the nearby cup holder; (I don't know about Johnnie Walker wisdom, but I can certainly attest to the impact of a strong cup of coffee).

While mowing, I feel energized and electric. After five hours on my mower, I feel full and content. When I initiate a connection, my mower knows something that I don't, and I am fortunate to glean some of this knowledge during this otherwise, seemingly mindless process.

Yes, without the brain, the knowledge attainable from these extensions to the body and the world cannot be processed. And yes, I must create that connection; but once I do, I find an esoteric transfer of knowledge from the lesser seat to the light. I am learning. I find knowledge in my mower seat, and, occasionally, in the cup holder.

Extending Happiness

Extending Happiness

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Standardizing Happiness

In recent weeks, I have observed multiple examples (involving various individuals), of one individual saying one thing to another individual, and then contradicting their original statement by saying something completely different to a third party. I believe this is a common occurrence; and some would say, necessarily so. I would agree that this Creative Courtesy is an unavoidable and very human trait, and I believe that it can be necessary, and I believe it can even lead to learning and growth. But I also believe, (especially in the presence of excessive emotion, groupthink, and/or dogmatic inflexibility), that Creative Courtesy can lead to unnecessary and damaging divisiveness. And I believe, that in many cases, individual reflection is more appropriate than the process of verbal expression, reassurance, and one's search for justification.

To visualize these possibilities, I imagine the face of a clock, with Creative Courtesy ranging from the 4 to the 8. If Creative Courtesy is defined as saying one thing for the sake of peace and goodwill while thinking something entirely different, then my best intentions stand at the 6. From here I have three choices:

  1. Stay at the 6; stay neutral; stay nice.
  2. Move counterclockwise toward Nonproductive Criticism (4 to 2), and Destructive Truthfulness (2 to 12), becoming increasingly verbal, careless, hurtful, and then deliberate and intentional, as I move.
  3. Move clockwise toward Productive Analysis (8 to 10), and Constructive Truthfulness (10 to 12), becoming increasingly more thoughtful, compassionate, verbal, and flexible as I move.

This is an oversimplification, in that I do not move in an uninterrupted progression. If I move, it may be a progression and/or become more predictable, because over many trials, I am more likely to develop tendencies toward one direction or the other, and/or to one extreme or another. But in every instance of movement, there are frequent interruptions, multiple layers, and a complex web of action, reaction, interaction, and overreaction, that will impact each circumstance, (even similar circumstance), differently.

In recent weeks, I have seen a fair representation of movement on and around the face of this clock. Depending on (the aforementioned) capricious influence, one does not always follow the orderly circumference, but may set out across the face of the clock, one time finding a shortcut from 7:30 to 5:30, and another time bouncing rapidly from 9 to 3; and possibly back again.

For me, it is rather obvious that I must work to move clockwise; and I must work to understand the differences between Productive Analysis and Nonproductive Criticism; and I must work to maintain a worst-case-scenario of 6. I have previously touched upon this choice of being nice vs. being truthful, and, (if memory serves), I have previously allowed productivity to determine my movement; or non-movement. The challenge with this is gauging if well-intentioned truthfulness will ultimately be constructive or destructive. This week's thought exercise has helped me to see that if I go through a process of sincere, compassionate Productive Analysis that includes a "minimize harm" component, (though my Humanity will not alllow Perfection), I can still, in good conscious, then choose to fall back to 6, or advance beyond 10, being careful that my momentum will not take me beyond 12.

Two weeks ago I espoused the idea that truthfulness is the next step leading toward justice. And I ended that post saying, "For all of Humanity, in all of existence, justice is the greatest good." Immediately preceding this, I said, "For me, in this moment, justice is a lesser evil."

It feels that much of my tendency toward judgmental, Nonproductive Criticism stems from this disconnect between "Me" and "All of Humanity." I have much difficulty seeing both myself and this "Bozo" over here, (who is taking advantage of circumstance to circumvent justice), as equitable parts of Humanity. Sure, I have performed similar maneuvering to take advantage of various circumstance, and sure, if I had their advantage, I might do the same or something similar; but I make these choices for Me. I have to. I have to get ahead any way I can, and there's a big difference between Me and them. So if and when it is not fair to me, they shouldn't take advantage.

For many of us, that is justice; even though it is not. To see this double standard, and to admit to this double standard, is truthfulness. Truthfulness has the potential to sustain and fortify skepticism, education, and focused effort. Truthfulness has the potential to close the gap between my inner Bozo and all the other Bozos as we stumble over each other competing for advantage. Truthfulness has the potential to move me further from injustice, and closer to justice. Constructive Truthfulness is the next step.

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Cursing Happiness

You! I shall cast ye out into the barren wasteland to lie forlorn and forgotten for all your remaining days. You shall gather layer upon layer of dust, and you shall never again walk the sun-dappled, fertile ground of my thought or consideration. You are soon to be but a mere mote in the furthest, darkest crevice of my memory. You are beyond reach. Now slink or slither to your eternal hidey-hole and let not another word, thought, or deed traverse the boundary herein laid down. You! Whoever You May Now Be! Be Gone!

And You! I shall condemn ye to a Lifetime of harsh judgment, unjust summary, and perpetual punishment. You shall tremble, cower, and wither, in angst and fear, beneath the abuse. Yet, and though, yea verily, you shall also be blessed by my intermittent attention, and by my efforts to harden you to the realities of your largely insignificant existence. And you shall ultimately be grateful for the lessons learned at my cruel hand. You are fortunate. Now Bow! And Back Away! Eyes Down! Be Gone! Out of my sight, but within the sound of my command.

And You! I shall keep ye at my beck and call, for my amusement. You shall cavort, and carry on, and be always spritely; and you shall enjoy my lively banter, my humorous recollections, and my cheery and sunny disposition. You shall gather others of like ilk, as is prescribed and necessary, for my further amusement. You shall guard against and steer me from excessive melancholy, and you shall instinctively know the most opportune moment in which to pull me back from this brink. Now Go! And Sing! And Dance! And Forever and Always, Be the Fool!

And You! I shall call on ye to manage my affairs. You shall count my Gold, and you shall multiply my Gold, and you shall regularly report my new Gold. You shall always strictly adhere to all verbal, written, and implied policies, procedures, rules, and regulations, and you shall never question said policies, procedures, rules, and regulations. You shall never question my ability or my authority. You shall always maintain an even temperament, and you shall never succumb to any temptation that may distract from your only purpose: My Wealth and Well-Being. Now Go! Be Fruitful and Multiply!

And You! I shall deem ye significant. You shall be honored and thusly, you shall also, deem me significant. I shall reciprocate; and you shall reciprocate; with gratitude; with favor; with togetherness; with kindness; with affection. We shall have these moments. And we shall have other moments. And in these other moments, I shall cast ye out; and I shall condemn ye; and I shall keep ye at my beck and call; and I shall call on ye; and I shall, again, deem ye significant. Now Go! And live within this Curse. And live within this Blessing. And Forever and Always, Be My Fool.

My World is so ordered.

And Now Me. I shall work to know me as ye; and I shall work to know ye as me. I shall feel the reality of being cast out; and condemned; and kept; and called. I shall feel the weight of that waste and sludge spilling out of ye; and as my own waste and sludge flows forth from me, I shall see it for what it is. Though it may feel different, and though it may even give me pleasure, I shall understand that there is no difference between the release of my muck and being bogged in your mire. Having learned from the past, I shall live in the moment, for the future. Now I shall Go! And I shall Live! And I shall, one day, Be Gone.

My Future is so ordered.

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Slow Motion Happiness

The Ring of Gyges, from Plato, the Republic, Book II:

"They say that to do injustice is, by nature, good; to suffer injustice, evil; but that the evil is greater than the good. And so when men have both done and suffered injustice and have had experience of both, not being able to avoid the one and obtain the other, they think that they had better agree among themselves to have neither; hence there arise laws and mutual covenants; and that which is ordained by law is termed by them lawful and just. This they affirm to be the origin and nature of justice; --it is a mean or compromise, between the best of all, which is to do injustice and not be punished, and the worst of all, which is to suffer injustice without the power of retaliation; and justice, being at a middle point between the two, is tolerated not as a good, but as the lesser evil, and honoured by reason of the inability of men to do injustice. For no man who is worthy to be called a man would ever submit to such an agreement if he were able to resist; he would be mad if he did. Such is the received account, Socrates, of the nature and origin of justice.

Now that those who practice justice do so involuntarily and because they have not the power to be unjust will best appear if we imagine something of this kind: having given both to the just and the unjust power to do what they will, let us watch and see whither desire will lead them; then we shall discover in the very act the just and unjust man to be proceeding along the same road, following their interest, which all natures deem to be their good, and are only diverted into the path of justice by the force of law. The liberty which we are supposing may be most completely given to them in the form of such a power as is said to have been possessed by Gyges the ancestor of Croesus the Lydian. According to the tradition, Gyges was a shepherd in the service of the king of Lydia; there was a great storm, and an earthquake made an opening in the earth at the place where he was feeding his flock. Amazed at the sight, he descended into the opening, where, among other marvels, he beheld a hollow brazen horse, having doors, at which he stooping and looking in saw a dead body of stature, as appeared to him, more than human, and having nothing on but a gold ring; this he took from the finger of the dead and re ascended. Now the shepherds met together, according to custom, that they might send their monthly report about the flocks to the king; into their assembly he came having the ring on his finger, and as he was sitting among them he chanced to turn the collet of the ring inside his hand, when instantly he became invisible to the rest of the company and they began to speak of him as if he were no longer present. He was astonished at this, and again touching the ring he turned the collet outwards and reappeared; he made several trials of the ring, and always with the same result-when he turned the collet inwards he became invisible, when outwards he reappeared. Whereupon he contrived to be chosen one of the messengers who were sent to the court; where as soon as he arrived he seduced the queen, and with her help conspired against the king and slew him, and took the kingdom. Suppose now that there were two such magic rings, and the just put on one of them and the unjust the other; no man can be imagined to be of such an iron nature that he would stand fast in justice. No man would keep his hands off what was not his own when he could safely take what he liked out of the market, or go into houses and lie with any one at his pleasure, or kill or release from prison whom he would, and in all respects be like a God among men. Then the actions of the just would be as the actions of the unjust; they would both come at last to the same point. And this we may truly affirm to be a great proof that a man is just, not willingly or because he thinks that justice is any good to him individually, but of necessity, for wherever any one thinks that he can safely be unjust, there he is unjust. For all men believe in their hearts that injustice is far more profitable to the individual than justice, and he who argues as I have been supposing, will say that they are right. If you could imagine any one obtaining this power of becoming invisible, and never doing any wrong or touching what was another's, he would be thought by the lookers-on to be a most wretched idiot, although they would praise him to one another's faces, and keep up appearances with one another from a fear that they too might suffer injustice."

I would like to argue that "justice" is not a compromise; that it is not simply a lesser evil; and that "injustice" is not more profitable. I look around though and every day, I see examples. I see him hiding behind some rules; and her crouching beneath her Title; and they are camouflaging their true nature with hundred dollar bills; and we are cowering in fear, cautiously peeking through our narrow eye slits, inside our masks pf pretentiousness. I cannot argue that "justice" is not a compromise; or that it is not a lesser evil; or that "injustice" is not more profitable. When I am able to be invisible, I am able to practice injustice; guiltlessly.

Or am I?

I could argue faith; and/or belief. But I won't. Even in this regard, justice is exclusionary; and injustice is profitable. And most certainly, from rationality, it appears that justice is a compromise; and a lesser evil. At first glance.

I want to look deeper.

I'll start with future generations. I believe it rational to argue that while injustice may be more profitable for me, its impact will be detrimental to my granddaughter. ...But in a sense, this is the same cautionary tale; encouraging me to use my power to further advance the causes and/or well-being of my direct descendants. In order to account for the well-being of all members of all future generations, I must begin in this moment. I look around though and every day I see examples...

So I am where I began...

At this point, I could argue that I see/feel the wisdom of justice and its critical significance to the survival of future generations, and that I must start with me, and I must lead by example, and I must have faith that increasing numbers will ultimately further this progress as well; and, (if I must), I must remember that my granddaughter's survival is also dependent upon this all-encompassing justice. And I do argue this. And I do have faith. But I also have a sense of urgency.

I feel it is necessary that justice become more than the lesser evil, sooner rather than later. I feel we must move past a pretentious political correctness more quickly than our current pace. Again, I believe that upcoming generations are advancing in this direction, but (also) again, I have a strong sense of urgency...

I could argue for truthfulness...

But when I am truthful, I am shunned.

And when I am nice, progress is slow.

I have struggled with this before...

The immediate lack of productivity that follows truthfulness, caused in part by the ego-inflated sense of outrage and/or hurt feelings, discourages truthfulness. But I might argue that the more frequent the truthfulness, the less the hurt and outrage, and the more possible the progress and productivity; and the more likely one may feel compelled to remove their mask of pretentiousness.

I encourage widespread truthfulness; and I realize that those least likely to practice this are those most likely to exhibit outrage, defensiveness, and hurt; and most likely to believe their mask does represent truthfulness. And I also realize that to be effective, any effort toward widespread truthfulness, must be accompanied by a mutual ability to argue openly, rationally, and reflectively.

This seems a tall order.

In this moment, I am discouraged.

Looking to future generations, I am encouraged.

I am in this moment.

My sense of urgency is not satisfied.

I can see that political correctness is a step. I can see that we are closer to justice today, than we were yesterday. I believe the next step to be widespread truthfulness. I am lamenting the pace. And I am repeating myself.

I believe that widespread truthfulness, accompanied by a mutual ability to argue openly, rationally, and reflectively, will lead to a recognition that I am no more and no less necessary than any other individual from the past, present, or future. I believe that this recognition will lead us to a much larger, (ultimately a universal), common ground. I believe that this common ground is essential for our survival.

I believe I have said these things before. But perhaps not in this order or context.

I am impatient.

I am frustrated.

I even feel a bit desperate.

I will continue to be truthful.

Except when I am not.

I am now asking myself if widespread truthfulness is the next step? Or have I simply filled in a blank?

What about skepticism?

Or hard work?

Or compassion?

Or education?

Or spirituality?

... ... ... ... ...

In this moment, these alternatives feel like strong, necessary supporting characters.

... ... ... ... ...

I still believe truthfulness to be the next step.

... ... ... ... ...

I have found that when truthfulness is effectively coupled with mutually open, rational, reflective argument, time seems to move in slow motion allowing for more rapid understanding and progress. It is as if our focus narrows and widens, just enough to lovingly embrace the ebb and flow of information and consideration, while excluding unnecessary distraction.

There is a neurological phenomenon called tachypsychia that works on one's perception of time. For example, during extreme stress, (such as an accident), one may perceive time to lengthen, seemingly allowing for more rapid and more efficient decision-making.

Truthfulness, (as tachypsychia), is a next step.

Though my sense of urgency is not satisfied, it is good to see that we are capable.

I will continue to be truthful.

Except when I am not.

For me, in this moment, justice is a lesser evil.

For all of humanity, in all of existence, justice is the greatest good.

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