28.8.05

personal identity III

now just a word on Socrates and the ideal of
'know thyself' -

yes - the point is clear - so long as you understand
that such a quest does not find gold

the fact of an individual entails multiplicity -

multiplicity of selves

or to be more precise - conceptions of self

it is not hard to understand why movement in
space / time - from birth to death covers
a lot of ground -

there is no stopping

and with this a myriad of experience

definition is a constant constraint

but never fool proof

what I am - how I conceive - one day -
is not what I am another

the attempt to deny the multiplicity is
perfectly natural

but never successful

and if this fact is not appreciated

can lead to insanity

just as the absence of definition - or the throwing
away of constraint - or more likely - the actual inability
to make constraint - definition - has the same result

so -

go with the flow
some will say

yes

the point is though that such a conception -
of the self - while it might appear to
accord with the meta reality - of fluidity -
is but one of an infinite number of possible
conceptions of the self - normative conceptions -
which are subject to the flux of
consciousness - the flux of reality

my point is - in general -

Socrates was a methodological sceptic - and primarily -
his scepticism was negative - he offered no positive
position

I am here suggesting an alternative to this

scepticism as primarily a substantive position -
that is a positive position

in this connection my argument is we don't know the self -
in any definitive sense

we can speak of conceptions of the self - attempts -
if you like to give - the self - content - but this is all
that is possible

the self if you like is the place of conception

the self - in itself - a logical space -

content is what we give it

(tertiary conceptions of self)

not what it gives us

finally the self is in an absolute sense free (of content)

it comes as an emptiness (an empty category) to the world

and so remains

despite all the thrashing about

rest in this emptiness