intending to write of lifeworldliness

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I look at a bunch of organized notes for writing about the lifeworld and recognize that the thematic specificity is really a schematic that doesn’t foretell at all where I might go by writing from that path. A discursive concern for structured presentation is almost contrary to the body of living a world, as if the lifeworld itself (contrary to thematized representation) requires a narrative of living or confessional. To write about “the lifeworld” (a rubric that only theorists or philosophers use) is like writing about the narrativist (doing biography): likely distant from the living. Quite simply, the ultimacy of the lifeworld is the living, the enactivity of being alive.

from dailiness to a natural sense of “lifeworld”

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Take 1: Writer can’t cease treating his life as a discursive formation

Dear Jürgen,

I’m so delighted to be writing you. I write, therefore I am?

I’m ultimately, to you, a text of a particular life that hardly appears at all, except inasmuch as I become “the writer” becoming autobiography (always so selective), if not confession (selective, too). You write of Kierkegaard, but what about the authorship of being “Habermas”?

My days are generally beautiful, my life is largely happy.
All the suffering in the world is heartrending. But I’m doing well,
giving what I can.

So much to say, so little time.

genealogical note on my project’s beginning

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There’s so much I want to cover, I thought I might easily determine where to begin. But themes already raised in a few postings about (and to) evolving@ result in over 30 topics! just for my sense of beginning.

a matter of appropriation

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A philosopher’s difficult texts (or theorist’s texts, e.g., Habermas at his most Habermasian, Derrida as most Derridean) are at least a transformative mirror that reflects back to readers anewly parts of the world they bring to the reading, reframed in the text’s readerly influence—maybe this more than getting the difficult author’s intended meaning (though that, too). This point isn’t difficult; I’m not here referring to my own text. But difficulty is a topic in its own right, as George Steiner has explicated for literary reading, and as any curriculum designer knows. Any significant writer appreciates this, too.

Ultimacy: Mystery

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If you would say “God created the universe,” then the more you know about what is known about the universe, the more you should have to conclude that God doesn’t know we exist, let alone affects what happens on Earth.

The more you know about life as such (on Earth), the more you should have to conclude that Earth isn’t the only locus of intellligent life—more than that: Earth is a relatively late planet (around a relatively new star). The evidence clearly (for science) indicates that stars of our generation (a lineage including the complex elements) have been around for billions of years prior to the Sun. If anything can really be the angels, it is the stars, for real. Yet, the stars know nothing; they just are—and are in a space-time that is incomprehensibly far away from its Beginning.

Derrida is dead.

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[from The New York Times, Jonathan Kandell, Oct. 10. “Jacques Derrida, Abstruse Theorist, Dies in Paris at 74”}

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He could be an indifferent student. He failed his baccalaureate in his first attempt. He twice failed his entrance exam to the École Normal Supérieure, the traditional cradle of French intellectuals, where he was finally admitted in 1952. There he failed the oral portion of his final exams on his first attempt. After graduation in 1956, he studied briefly at Harvard University. For most of the next 30 years, he taught philosophy and logic at both the University of Paris and the École Normal Supérieure. Yet he did not defend his doctoral dissertation until 1980, when he was 50 years old.

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“being” is really the evolving

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The auspicious question of Being should be seen to have been transposed by “history” (epistemic advances of social evolution) into questions of “evolving”.

“Evolving,” in the ordinary sense, implies purpose. It isn’t a biologistic notion, yet it’s as biological as intelligence, which presumes intentionality, and natural selection does not.

philosophical thinking is an endless beginning

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There is no perfect beginning—as if clear-sighted inauguration may echo originative telos. Yet, we may want a horizon of Origin-ality in finding a philosophical inauguration clear-sighted, as apparent relativism in ultimate concern portends insufferable anomie.

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philosophical earthling

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I’m drawn into time itself: ever deeper into our Time such that deep time—the intelligence of Earth, so to speak—may express itself in self identity (in the grounding of care), though merely saying that doesn’t make much sense, I realize.

Such a figure of speech—intelligence of Earth—is actually a realist claim about being human: Appreciating our nature is belonging to the intimacy of biology and brain, as if (!) some god saves itself via human mentality—we who can conceive the life of the cosmos evolving. “As if”!—because theistic thinking was just an era in our story.

looking for a baseline conceptionfor beginning this project

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“What should I read now?,” he’s always asking, “or next?”

One can read forever; there’s always more to read before writing. But the writing has to be done, to begin, so you go with what you have, what the project can be today, which becomes the horizon for backtrack writing that brings the reader through narrative woods to where I was (today), as I moved on, via that reconstructing: The pathmaking employs stylized recapulation for its own tacit advance, anewing itself in genealogy (partly), in the rhetoric of a “discourse” (or cohering of discursive singularity)—as if here to have first constituted an entirety of conception (yet, more really, to memorialize a messy sojourn passed by good form here).

designer asserts license

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This is a conceptually programmatic endeavor. But I love to wander; side treks are good for research, too! That helps keep the pathmaking honest: It’s an evolving endeavor that will revise its given design in light of advents. So, I may at times seem to have lost direction, but I haven’t. I just love free association maybe too much at times—romancing Aletheia, I guess. Trust that I won’t forget the pathmaking.

OK, there is no perfect beginning,...

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...wherever you start, whatever the ultimacy of cohering you think to share—you bring others to maybe appreciate someday.

I’ll never understand quantum cosmology, so what can I do?

What the quantum cosmologist may never understand—well, I guess, if you can understand quantum cosmology, you can understand anything....The quantum cosmologist won’t have time to understand all that’s worth understanding; no one has such time. There reigns the inconceivable “encyclopedia” of all specialties—the essential library of humanity (call it The Library)—which only a god could master. The fullness of human understandability is beyond any singular discourse (even beyond a singular discourse community).

There’s no perfect beginning

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You get up in the morning and just start, because that’s what you are to do. In light of all the preparation, you have to improvise anyway, doing the best you can when The Best has to be produced. You might be capable of genius. But not this morning.

That’s proximality.

Primordiality—a rendering of philosophical fundaments, etc.—may be way down the road, like a phenomenological reduction.

Or not.

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