Free-Will, Polysemy, Contingency, Imagination, and Memory
http://philosophy.eserver.org/kant-prolegomena.txt
I like Kant, without him and Schopenhauer, Einstein would likely never have developed Relativity. But Kant didn’t know that space and time were intertwined, his critiques only allowed later thinkers to come to that conclusion. Because time and vocabulary are relative to each observer, and each observer is *in* the world, we necessarily are *not* determined. Or rather, if you *are* determined, it is only because you have *chosen* to not exercise your free-will.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duration_(philosophy)
Words can have different meanings (Polysemic). And your ability to use and understand words improves as you have experiences (“Existence precedes essence” -Sartre) and learn new words, new meanings of words, and new ways that words relate to other words (Contingency). When you are 50 years old you know much more than you did when you were 10 years old; but when you are 50 do you still hold the same opinions that you did when you were 10? Do you let yourself be ‘determined’ by the memories and experiences of a child, or do you put your 50 year old self in the shoes of your 10 year old self’s memories to replace your ignorant childhood opinions with less ignorant adult opinions? The worst lie one can ever content oneself with is that one knows the ‘truth’, at least in some permanent sense.
“When I left him, I reasoned thus with myself: I am wiser than this man, for neither of us appears to know anything great and good; but he fancies he knows something, although he knows nothing; whereas I, as I do not know anything, so I do not fancy I do. In this trifling particular, then, I appear to be wiser than he, because I do not fancy I know what I do not know.” -Socrates
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Contingency,_Irony,_and_Solidarity
“Jean-Paul Sartre came up with an interesting free will argument. He said that we can ignore something real and we can pretend something unreal. For example, I could imagine that there is no danish before me — something I often need to do in the service of dieting. Or I can see the poppy seeds in the muffins as maggots. This imagination is a powerful thing! But the determinist would just say that imagination is just one more neurological mechanism, explainable by deterministic principles.”
“Freedom is what you do with what has been done to you.” -Sartre
http://webspace.ship.edu/cgboer/freewill.html
Now, as the White Queen says to Alice in Lewis Carroll’s ‘Through the Looking Glass’, “It is a poor sort of memory that only works backwards”. Likewise, it is a poor sort of imagination that only works forwards. We can, as Sartre recommends, ignore and pretend in the present. We can also, as William James argues, use imagination to achieve real results that would never have been possible had we not first imagined their possibility.
“James’ central argument in “The Will to Believe” hinges on the idea that access to the evidence for whether or not certain beliefs are true depends crucially upon first adopting those beliefs without evidence. As an example, James argues that it can be rational to have unsupported faith in one’s own ability to accomplish tasks that require confidence. Importantly, James points out that this is the case even for pursuing scientific inquiry. James then argues that like belief in one’s own ability to accomplish a difficult task, religious faith can also be rational even if one at the time lacks evidence for the truth of one’s religious belief.”
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Will_to_Believe
But even more critical to free-will is our ability to re-imagine the past. For example, in Derrida’s “The Post Card”, he is struck by the role-reversal of Plato dictating to Socrates, a possibility that, if taken for fact, could restructure a very large number of a philosopher’s opinions. The question then becomes, if such a fantastical belief *improves* one’s opinions and quality of life, why not take it for fact? Plato and Socrates certainly aren’t around to care, and if anyone living takes great offense to your private fantastical historical flights of fancy, it is, for them, a personal problem.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Post_Card:_From_Socrates_to_Freud_and_Beyond
We are *apperceptive* beings. We have memory, foresight, and imagination. We can firmly root ourselves in the present, the Buddha’s middle path, if we ‘let go’ of the past by embracing love and forgiveness (even for our enemies), and we stop fearing the future by freeing ourself of desires (even for our own life). Once our consciousness is no longer stretched across the past and the future, our true self is revealed, and we our free to change our opinions of the past and the future to ensure the most positive outcome in the present. If we always focus on the positive outcomes in the present, the past will heal itself and the future will worry about itself.
“This then remains: Remember to retire into this little territory of thy own, and above all do not distract or strain thyself, but be free, and look at things as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, as a mortal. But among the things readiest to thy hand to which thou shalt turn, let there be these, which are two. One is that things do not touch the soul, for they are external and remain immovable; but our perturbations come only from the opinion which is within. The other is that all these things, which thou seest, change immediately and will no longer be; and constantly bear in mind how many of these changes thou hast already witnessed. The universe is transformation: life is opinion.” -Marcus Aurelius
http://www.studenthandouts.com/marcus.pdf
“If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.” -Ludwig Wittgenstein
‘It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ the Queen remarked.
‘What sort of things do you remember best?’ Alice ventured to ask.
‘Oh, things that happened the week after next,’ the Queen replied in a careless tone. ‘For instance, now,’ she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster on her finger as she spoke, ‘there’s the King’s Messenger. He’s in prison now, being punished: and the trial doesn’t even begin till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last of all.’
‘Suppose he never commits the crime?’ said Alice.
‘That would be all the better, wouldn’t it?’ the Queen said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit of ribbon.
Alice felt there was no denying that. ‘Of course it would be all the better,’ she said: ‘but it wouldn’t be all the better his being punished.’
‘You’re wrong there, at any rate,’ said the Queen. ‘Were you ever punished?’
‘Only for faults,’ said Alice.
‘And you were all the better for it, I know!’ the Queen said triumphantly.
‘Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,’ said Alice: ‘that makes all the difference.’
‘But if you hadn’t done them,’ the Queen said, ‘that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!’ Her voice went higher with each ‘better’, till it got quite to a squeak at last.
Alice was just beginning to say ‘There’s a mistake somewhere —,’ when the Queen began screaming, so loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as if she wanted to shake it off. ‘My finger’s bleeding! Oh, oh, oh, oh!’
Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-engine, that Alice had to hold both her hands over her ears.
‘What is the matter?’ she said, as soon as there was a chance of making herself heard. ‘Have you pricked your finger?’
‘I haven’t pricked it yet,’ the Queen said, ‘but I soon shall — oh, oh, oh!’
‘When do you expect to do it?’ Alice said, feeling very much inclined to laugh.
‘When I fasten my shawl again,’ the poor Queen groaned out: ‘the brooch will come undone directly. Oh, oh!’ As she said the words the brooch flew open, and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it again.
‘Take care!’ cried Alice. ‘You’re holding it all crooked!’ And she caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and the Queen had pricked her finger.
‘That accounts for the bleeding, you see,’ she said to Alice with a smile. ‘Now you understand the way things happen here.’
‘But why don’t you scream now?’ Alice asked, holding her hands ready to put over her ears again.
‘Why, I’ve done all the screaming already,’ said the Queen. ‘What would be the good of having it all over again?’