Thursday, June 25, 2009

Bored, but nothing too new, please

People differ in what leads them to happiness. Do you remember saying that last time?

I certainly do. If you are not entirely convinced of that proposition, just look around and see what kind of people are sitting together. Some look like they are in long-term relationships. Considering what and how they are talking to each other, and how they look, do you think you may have locked yourself into a relationship with any of them?

You mean they are lucky that they found each other. It's a matter of taste, isn't it?

We are very fortunate that we differ in our tastes, because if not, only the selected few would find company.

In your case, the unwanted suitors are the ones who fail to understand that there exists such difference which can be sometimes---all right, I rephrase, "very often"---enormous, huge, humongous...

You have understood it all!

I thought I wasn't supposed to... By the way, are you sure that we are so different from one another? Many people claim that they want to meet 'interesting' people, but when you bring an interesting person to a gathering, most of them complain that s/he is eccentric or crazy.

I would take that as further evidence of how different we are, or more specifically, how different you are from others.

I see it as a manifestation of our desire to have it both ways, similar and different. We all want something different, once in a while, but within limits.

The problem is that people complain as if they were not constrained by such limits, whereas in fact their admissible range of variation is quite small. The true reward comes when you succeed in understanding and appreciating something you did not before, but that requires quite a bit of effort.

Plus, we all need something to hate, or at least, dislike.

We cannot possibly love every person in the universe and everything under the sun. It is a matter of how you deal with your feelings of hatred, disgust, repugnance, dislike, aversion, or how you fulfill your need to dislike something or somebody in a way that is not destructive.

I have also noticed that we desire both the old and the new.

Something familiar can be boring, but at the same time, reassuring. Something known to have persisted for generations feels imposing, because most of us accept it without question. It is comforting to know, however, that what you are made to believe in has withstood the test of time and is likely to endure after your lifetime.

To complicate matters, what we think is tradition changes.

It is a contradiction in terms, but since nothing in this world is static, that seems inevitable. Tradition must adapt to changing circumstances, if it were to survive.

Dishes that were traditionally prepared with a mortar and a pestle are nowadays made with a food processor---for example, pesto and almond milk. Taste is sacrificed for convenience, because we have so little time for cooking compared to the old times.

Not all traditions need to be modified for the worse. Occasionally, simple, new interpretations revive what has been known for the longest time, but had fallen into the category of obsolete. What was old becomes new, so to speak. That way, the new is not too new, and meets the needs of the masses.

The Occident's interest in Hatha Yoga has boosted its domestic popularity, I heard.

I would like to think that it is not just because of the endorsement by the West, but also because of the recognition of the greatness of the culture, made possible by coming into contact with other cultures.

Organic food is what we had in prehistoric times, but we are going back to that for ecological and health reasons. We may say that that latest furoshiki fad is also motivated by our concern for the environment.

At some point, it was nothing but a proof of greater affluence if the number of private cars per capita was larger. Today, it's a sign of environmental irresponsibility and short-sighted city planning.

Don't you think that it is a great irony that we go back to what we abandoned earlier?

There is one type of tradition that must continue to evolve in order to survive, and that is language. It has been demonstrated many times that languages fall into disuse and eventually become extinct when they lose the capacity to describe our daily lives. That is, to keep up with the times.

What about Latin?

You're right, that one is still popular among aficionados of language, history, theology, philosophy, etc., but it has been dead as a vernacular for so long. It will be difficult to bring it back to life if it could not describe what we can do with our personal computers, for example.

Doesn't it mean that the survival of languages other than English is threatened?

To put it strongly, yes. When new terms are coined so frequently, we cannot leave it to the public at large until their equivalents are invented in other languages. We consciously need to come up with a translation before the word in English---for example, e-mail---becomes established as the word in other languages.

If I am not mistaken, Jean-Benoît Nadeau and Julie Barlow said something to that effect in their book, "The Story of French."

In fact, a language never stays exactly the same, even without advances in technology. We constantly come up with new words and expressions, sometimes merely to substitute those that already exist and have served us well.

Or, some of us dig out words that have been forgotten for centuries. Wasn't Jacques Chirac known for that? It fits your formula of old disguised as new.

True, there is some kind of revival in languages, too, and their history is not strictly one-way, as I may have ended up asserting a moment ago.

Anyway, adjustment to modernity is a convenient reason---or excuse---to amend some customs and habits that persisted under the name of tradition and religion.

Indeed. How can you otherwise convince people to give up their judgment systems which they are brought up with? You cannot appeal to rationality, because we operate under different systems, all of which are considered rational by their adherents. I think the only way that may come close to convincing them to change their ways is to emphasize the necessity of adaptation to the modern times.

If J.C. and M.A. were alive today, they would have wholeheartedly approved of homosexual priests and female truck drivers, right?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Love is not almighty

Love is better than hatred.

Certainly. It seems to me that the expression, "better than," is too weak for the comparison. Love should be the way of life, and not hatred.

I essentially agree with you, but there are all sorts of love, you know. Some can be as harmful as hatred.

Do you mean something like obsessive love?

That's one, but there are others. To love is an act that can be conducted without the recipient's consent. In other words, there are kinds of love that the recipients do not appreciate.

When you love a person, you wish her/him to be happy, but instead, you make her/him unhappy. How do we come to that?

It's well possible, because we are different in what leads to happiness. "[T]he person whose affection is satisfactory to us must not merely wish us well but must know in what our happiness consists."

Bertrand Russell, this time? I suppose you have in mind suitors who shower their targets with unwanted gifts and invitations.

Such people are pure annoyance to the receiving side, and must terminate their pursuits immediately.

Isn't it true that in this asymmetric world of male and female, men do not change their minds in the course of being pursued, but women often do?

Do you want to say that women start enjoying the attention if it persists? If so, you are dead wrong.

A sweeping statement from a small sample, I take it.

We only need one counterexample to falsify your hypothesis. Karl Popper would have approved of its formulation.

But I thought your all-time favorite movie was "Cinema Paradiso." In that film, Elena gives Salvatore a cold shoulder at first, but is won over by his, let's say, tenacious affection. She eventually leaves him after what looks like a very happy period for both of them, but afterwards, he does not quite manage to forget her.

Ah, l'amooooore!

Do I have to praise your pronunciation?

Anyway, I'd say the reality is far uglier. If you truly care about a person and s/he does not enjoy your attention, let alone company, you should back off. In most cases, the suitors do not.

What do you think about Paul Simon's "Still Crazy After All These Years"?

A nice song, but such a case in the real world can be terribly irritating. Besides, the song is about an old lover, and not a rejected suitor from long ago.

I thought ever-lasting love was a great compliment under any circumstances.

I tell you, it can be goose-bump generating, nausea inducing, mucus producing...

No exaggeration, please.

I am not exaggerating at all; unilateral love can lead to hatred from the other party. How would you feel if you find out that a person who is inferior to you in all aspects wants to be in an exclusive relationship with you?

Are we talking about lice, or perhaps mosquitoes?

I prefer lice and mosquitoes, because I can squash them flat with my slipper.

You don't have to kill them, do you? Anyway, some people like to be dominated.

I take display of such wishes as an unpardonable insult.

Now, now...

It is also a sign of stupidity for not seeing what I want and that s/he is incapable of giving it to me.

We have been talking about you, eh? They are overly optimistic as if to compensate for your pessimism---isn't that a good match?

I did not say that I was talking about my own experience! By the way, optimism in excess, or pessimism for that matter, can get ridiculous, and we should realize that.

What about being on the other side of the river----haven't you committed the crime of pursuing someone unsuccessfully?

You know that I am too proud to do anything like that.

I'd say you are too proud to admit to anything like that.

What about you? I'm sure you have had unwanted quests as well as unrequited ones.

Let's move on to another case. Consider a mother who sends her drug addicted son to a rehabilitation center. Clearly, she has long-term welfare of her son in mind, but her act may not be appreciated by him. In the same vein, unappreciated suitors may believe that they can guarantee their targets' happiness forever.


What if the pursued suffers from itchiness all over body when s/he thinks about the unwanted suitor? What if the drug addicted son does not even want to think about drug-free life?

What if a child does not want to do her/his homework, and play outside instead?

What if parents push their children into carrier choices, marriages, etc. against their wishes with the righteousness that they had for homework?

All right, it looks like there is a gray zone, even in the domain of parental love.

Contrary to what most parents think, parental love is not unconditionally good for and beneficial to the children. The phrase, "Because I love you," should not be used by any party to force their will upon others. The other phrase, "If you love me," is blackmailing, plain and simple, if you ask me. And you must have guessed already---what constitutes a gray zone differs from person to person.

Perhaps we can say that our happiness should not be sought at the expense of others'? For example, the drug addicted son may be uncontrollably violent and harm innocent passers-by, when there is not enough drug in his bloodstream. If so, he should be cured of addiction.

What if your suitor sends you a suicidal note, because you are not interested in her/him?

I will have to sacrifice my happiness for that person's, or s/he for mine.

As I said earlier, it all boils down to understanding what the person of your interest wants. To love someone in a way that you see fit, but does not meet the other party's desires and needs, is an instance of selfish love. I don't even know if we should be using the word, love, in this case.

Hmmm... It looks like we cannot save the world with love of the loosely defined kind.

"The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge."

Bertie again!

You see, he agrees with me that, in order to understand something, we have to like it first, and that love is not a panacea.

Aren't we thrown back to the issue of compromise and a battle of personalities, though?