{"id":12229,"date":"2009-11-11T18:37:11","date_gmt":"2009-11-11T18:37:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2009\/11\/11\/nausea-at-existence\/"},"modified":"2009-11-11T18:37:11","modified_gmt":"2009-11-11T18:37:11","slug":"nausea-at-existence","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2009\/11\/11\/nausea-at-existence\/","title":{"rendered":"Nausea at Existence"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\"><a href=\"http:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/.a\/6a010535ce1cf6970c0120a6852de0970b-pi\" style=\"FLOAT: left\"><img decoding=\"async\" alt=\"Nausea\" class=\"asset asset-image at-xid-6a010535ce1cf6970c0120a6852de0970b \" src=\"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.typepad.com\/.a\/6a010535ce1cf6970c0120a6852de0970b-500wi\" style=\"MARGIN: 0px 5px 5px 0px\" \/><\/a> Existence is often &#39;invisible&#39; to&#0160; analytic types well-versed in logic, for existence is &quot;odious to the logician&quot; as George Santayana sagely remarked in <em>Scepticism and Animal Faith <\/em>&#0160;(Dover, 1955, p. 48) It is so odious, in fact, that they need to mask it under the misnamed &#39;existential&#39; quantifier. So I need to resort to extreme methods to bring it into view&#0160;I will quote from Jean-Paul Sartre&#39;s <em><a href=\"http:\/\/books.google.com\/books?hl=en&amp;id=dbCJ40j7t1sC&amp;dq=+sartre+nausea&amp;printsec=frontcover&amp;source=web&amp;ots=i2AeYwLnwc&amp;sig=z1_qc0djfhaFr1Ave0h4ImP46PQ#PPP1,M1\">Nausea<\/a><\/em>.&#0160; <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\">Now it goes without saying that I don&#39;t agree with Sartre that existence is an unintelligible surd. For me it is the opposite of unintelligible. But what I will borrow from Sartre is the insight that existence is extralogical: it is precisely not what Quine said it was whn he said that &quot;Existence is what existential quantification expresses.&quot;&#0160; So let&#39;s consider the famous &#39;chestnut tree&#39; passage.<\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: justify\">\n<p><!--more--><br \/>\n<font face=\"Georgia\"><\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" class=\"hidden\" style=\"DISPLAY: block\"><font face=\"Georgia\">Roquentin, the protagonist, is in a park when he has a bout of temporary aphasia while contemplating the roots of a chestnut true. Words and their meanings vanish. He finds himself confronting a black knotty mass that frightens him. Then he has a vision:<\/font><\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"hidden\">\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\">It left me breathless. Never, until these last days, had I understood the meaning of &#39;existence.&#39; I was like all the others, like the ones walking along the seashore, all dressed in their spring finery. I said, like them, &#39;The ocean <em>is<\/em> green; that white speck up there <em>is<\/em> a seagull,&#39; but I didn&#39;t feel that it existed or that the seagull was an &#39;existing seagull&#39;; usually existence hides itself. It is there, around us, in us, it is <em>us<\/em>, you can&#39;t say two words without mentioning it, but you can never touch it. When I believed I was thinking about it, I must [have] believe[d] that I was thinking nothing, my head was empty, or there was just one word in my head, the word &#39;to be.&#39; Or else I was thinking . . . how can I explain it? I was thinking of <em>belonging<\/em>, I was telling myself that the sea belonged to the class of green objects, or that that green was a part of the quality of the sea. Even when I looked at things I was miles from dreaming that they existed; they looked like scenery to me. I picked them up in my hands, they served me as tools, I foresaw their resistance. But that all happened on the surface. <\/font><\/p>\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: justify\"><font face=\"Georgia\">If anyone had asked me what existence was, I would have answered, in good faith, that it was nothing, simply an empty form that was added to external things without changing anything in their nature. And then all of a sudden, there it was, clear as day: existence had suddenly unveiled itself. It had lost the harmless look of an abstract category: it was the very paste of things, this root was kneaded into existence. Or rather the root, the park gates, the bench, the sparse grass, all that had vanished: the diversity of things, their individuality, were only an appearance, a veneer. This veneer had melted, leaving soft, monstrous masses, all in disorder \u2014 naked, in a frightful, obscene nakedness. (p. 127 tr. Lloyd Alexander)<\/font><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n<p align=\"justify\" class=\"hidden\" style=\"DISPLAY: block\"><font face=\"Georgia\">This marvellous passage records Roquentin&#39;s intuition (direct perception) of Being or existence. (We will have to compare in a subsequent post Jacques Maritain&#39;s Thomist intuition of Being with Sartre&#39;s existentialist intuition of Being.) Viewed through the lenses of logic, &#39;The green sea exists&#39; is equivalent to &#39;The sea is green&#39; and &#39;The sea belongs to the class of green objects.&#39; For the logician, then, &#39;exists&#39; and cognates is dispensable and the concept of existence is fully expressible in terms of standard logical machinery.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" class=\"hidden\" style=\"DISPLAY: block\"><font face=\"Georgia\">But as I have been arguing <em>ad nauseam<\/em> (so to speak) over many a blog post, published articles and book, sentences like &#39;The sea is green&#39; presuppose for their truth that the sea is an <em>existing<\/em> sea. Compare the reference above to an <em>existing<\/em> seagull. And, as Sartre has Roquentin says, &quot;usually existence hides itself.&quot; It hides itself from all of us most of the time when we are immersed in what Heidegger calls average everydayness (<em>alltaegliche Durchschnittlichkeit, vide Sein und Zeit<\/em>), and existence hides itself from the logician qua logican all the time. For all of us most of the time, and for logicians all of the time, &quot;existence is nothing, simply an empty form.&quot; <\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" class=\"hidden\" style=\"DISPLAY: block\"><font face=\"Georgia\">What the logician does is to substitute logical Being for real Being. Note that I am not endorsing Sartre&#39;s theory of real Being: that it is an absurd excrescence, <em>de trop<\/em> (superfluous), unintelligible, etc. What I am endorsing is his insight that real Being is extralogical, that it is not a thin notion exhausted by the machinery of logic.<\/font><\/p>\n<p align=\"justify\" class=\"hidden\" style=\"DISPLAY: block\"><font face=\"Georgia\">But what if you are one of those sober types who has never experienced anything like Heideggerian <em>Angst<\/em> or Sartrean nausea or Wittgenstein&#39;s wonder at the existence of the world? Well, I think one could still be brought by purely discursive methods to understand how existence cannot reduce to a purely logical notion. We shall see. <\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Existence is often &#39;invisible&#39; to&#0160; analytic types well-versed in logic, for existence is &quot;odious to the logician&quot; as George Santayana sagely remarked in Scepticism and Animal Faith &#0160;(Dover, 1955, p. 48) It is so odious, in fact, that they need to mask it under the misnamed &#39;existential&#39; quantifier. So I need to resort to extreme &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/2009\/11\/11\/nausea-at-existence\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Nausea at Existence&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[142,410,357],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12229","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-existence","category-existentialism","category-sartre"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12229","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=12229"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12229\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=12229"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=12229"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/maverickphilosopher.blog\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=12229"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}