Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance
Currently I'm reading Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle Maintenance and this part I just read seemed to be so much about my blog that I don't want to hold it from you, dear reader.
I've only read a third of the book yet, but it seems to be about Phaedrus, an imaginary philosopher and his theories. In chapter 11 the protagonist and his company have been driving through mountains, where the air is thin and cold. After some description of the route and the landscape, he explains:
I want to talk about another kind of high country now in the world of thought, which in some ways, for me at least, seems to parallel or produce feelings similar to this, and call it the high country of the mind. If all of human knowledge, everything that's known, is believed to be an enormous hierarchic structure, then the high country of the mind is found at the uppermost reaches of this structure in the most general, the most abstract considerations of all. Few people travel here. There's no real profit to be made from wandering through it, yet like this high country of the material world all around us, it has its own austere beauty that to some people makes the hardships of traveling through it seem worthwhile. In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty, and to the enormous magnitude of questions asked, and to the answers proposed to these questions. The sweep goes on and on and on so obviously much further than the mind can grasp one hesitates even to go near for fear of getting lost in them and never finding one's way out.
Then he goes on to explain in brief the philosophy of Hume and the reaction of Kant to that, with a priori knowledge as opposed to solipsism . Very interesting, especially for someone like me with an interest in philosophy but lacking a background in it.
At the end of the chapter comes the interesting part:
Kant's metaphysics thrilled Phædrus at first, but later it dragged and he didn't know exactly why. He thought about it and decided that maybe it was the Oriental experience. He had had the feeling of escape from a prison of intellect, and now this was just more of the prison again. He read Kant's esthetics with disappointment and then anger. The ideas expressed about the "beautiful" were themselves ugly to him, and the ugliness was so deep and pervasive he hadn't a clue as to where to begin to attack it or try to get around it. It seemed woven right into the whole fabric of Kant's world so deeply there was no escape from it. It wasn't just eighteenth-century ugliness or "technical" ugliness. All of the philosophers he was reading showed it. The whole university he was attending smelled of the same ugliness. It was everywhere, in the classroom, in the textbooks. It was in himself and he didn't know how or why. It was reason itself that was ugly and there seemed no way to get free.
Now, is this coincidence or isn't it? I wonder if this is where the inspiration came from in that song by the Evil Superstars . I, from my part, am at least honoured to find out about a new meaning for my blog title. If someone now asks me about the name again, I can refer to this book and Kant and Hume and appear intelligent. I'll learn this chapter by heart. Yes, there isa higher ugliness.
Read the full of Zen And The Art Of Motorcycle here . Chapter 11 is in part 2.