This is not wisdom yet, this is sleeping wisdom. To wake up, it needs you.
Wisdom is not universal science which you can lay down as general laws and logic, one for all and everywhere; it is, like life, somebody's mortal wisdom. Not an object, a behaviour, a knowledge or a machine. Wisdom is about how to know, how to be and how to live in order to flourish in our own life-time. Being wise is a state of spiritual life of one able to rise - aware, recursively, without limit - above any mechanical systems mimicking mind.
Here on Earth, in a life-story, the practice of wisdom is good sense and applied judgement, offered by unique thinkers to fit and to guide unique persons through the unruly events of the human condition.
Perhaps, some of the greatest sages, like Confucius, Zarathustra, The Buddha, the Prophets of the Bible, Socrates, the Christ, or even Homer and Aesop never wrote, because they knew the danger of wise thoughts sleeping frozen on tablets: "...if one asks them a question, they preserve a solemn silence." (Phaedrus, 275, D).
Here on Earth, in a life-story, the practice of wisdom is good sense and applied judgement, offered by unique thinkers to fit and to guide unique persons through the unruly events of the human condition.
Perhaps, some of the greatest sages, like Confucius, Zarathustra, The Buddha, the Prophets of the Bible, Socrates, the Christ, or even Homer and Aesop never wrote, because they knew the danger of wise thoughts sleeping frozen on tablets: "...if one asks them a question, they preserve a solemn silence." (Phaedrus, 275, D).
The trouble with wisdom, cast in metaphors and maxims to be preserved, is that it sleeps suspended in time, half-alive half dead. Its meaning is inseparable from the one who gives it and from the one who receives it. To be useful anew, it needs to be resurrected from that slumber in changed times and circumstances. To rise and serve you, the seeker of wisdom, to be your own, those notable words - accounts, paradigms, metaphors and symbols - must turn from other people’s explanations into your own understanding. Understanding is a living state of mind which you can only experience by yourself. Like all ideas, wise truth must translate from general thoughts into present commonsense and obviousness. It must augment your point of view and fit your situation.
Even the common places of good sense, so universal and accessible, change their references with the centuries. Wisdom being contextual and tailor-made in its nature, its meanings may be alien to some dissimilar world where they come back to life. They may wake up alone, without their previous fellowship of understanding and values. A little high wisdom stirred in such isolation and applied "in general" can even be a dangerous thing, with legs too short to reach the ground.
By its nature, wisdom does not instruct, it does not "train", it hints and shapes experience; it helps only when fine-tuned with esprit de finesse and applied with prudent good sense. That is, wisdom received helps only when used wisely. It usually inspires you to see things in a new light, counsels you what and what not, what is good, right, beautiful, what is preferable or evil and maybe why, with what purpose, but it doesn't tell you in what measure, how exactly, when, and where, and with whom.
In my maze of thoughts I only point at promising ways and fresh starts but I cannot tell one in writing when to join that path and where to stop. Judging right, intelligent conduct in an ever moving context, is a matter of having your own head well made, an open mind, good masters and many flying hours of learning from your own life experience; sagacity is, before everything else, a mindset to seamlessly recognise and repair errors as you do them. There is no answer right from the beginning to the end. Yet again, alas, the rich – the intelligent, resourceful and educated, the continuously learning and unlearning ones - will become richer and the poor in spirit will stay as dumb and dupe as they were found.
Accordingly, you should not believe what you read here but rather examine with critical sense and try out carefully.
I admire and respect the treasuries of insight amassed in the sacred writings of the world religions but the wisdom sought here is worldly, not divine: things I lived, observed, or read, or heard, or understood, or thought up and worded myself. It is all about life on earth, not afterlife, nor over-human utopia.
I collect, in the flow of the following pages, turns of mind and examples of what I found to be wise understanding and wise action, which I believe to serve the human person capable of choice. That is, what appeared to me to be wise. Some of it proved to be sensible in my experience, as it bettered my life and who I am. Much of it helped other persons to do better. It is easier to help other people than to help yourself.
I believe now that wise words follow questions like: What to know, to understand and do, in order to live well instead of just consuming life? What to want which is worth to want? How to go about things, to get what I want and to avoid what I do not want? What to avert, what not to do? What is of value? What gives meaning to what I am and do, what makes me matter? What counts for those around me? How to be loved, respected and remembered? How to live now but also build something and leave something behind me? How to be an author and freer actor of my life, instead of a mere social animal or a cog, a toy of circumstances and received ideas?
Over the years this "page", collection of thoughts endlessly rewritten, hopefully improving, is growing into a curious kind of book; a labyrinth of commonsense subjects inter-related and deepened in time, as I reflect and learn more.
I will never be able to claim that my journeys are more than incessant beginnings, often unfinished, but I observed that starting anew, things you value and want, ceaselessly, with resilience, is a way of freedom, of life, of agency beyond submission to the given, success or failure; success in your projects depends on many things and people, but starting new things depends on you. In the end you are what you did; many, many, beginnings, add up to a whole life of flourishing, at least of being yourself and human.
Do not expect grand feats. To quote my role model, Michel de Montaigne, "I cannot keep a record of my life by my actions, fortune places them too low. I keep it by my thoughts"* (but I would replace "fortune" with "what I was able to achieve"). These then, are thoughts about wisdom and some words of wisdom I found to be deep and true in my life, in the times and the world of the Twentieth Century where I lived.
And what about proofs of my beliefs and advice? Are they objective? My collection of advice is not science but instead - purposefully - a personal toolbox of common and uncommon sense devices proposing meaning and inventing conduct. I write what I think and devise solutions. I believe in the unique power of the human mind, as it is. Certainly, my experience is limited and my achievements humble. A web of intuition and of thoughts. I also take my sides and follow my values. This wisdom seems verified or at least its moral value confirmed in my circumstances. Your own wisdom may arise by reaching an opposite conclusion to what I write. My findings are not wise enough to grant advice for everyone; of course I will be wrong here and there. Some value is certain, if not in my conclusions, but in provoking one’s thoughts about these matters. The odyssey is more important than the destination I reached. Do your own journey!
Ioan Tenner
Even the common places of good sense, so universal and accessible, change their references with the centuries. Wisdom being contextual and tailor-made in its nature, its meanings may be alien to some dissimilar world where they come back to life. They may wake up alone, without their previous fellowship of understanding and values. A little high wisdom stirred in such isolation and applied "in general" can even be a dangerous thing, with legs too short to reach the ground.
By its nature, wisdom does not instruct, it does not "train", it hints and shapes experience; it helps only when fine-tuned with esprit de finesse and applied with prudent good sense. That is, wisdom received helps only when used wisely. It usually inspires you to see things in a new light, counsels you what and what not, what is good, right, beautiful, what is preferable or evil and maybe why, with what purpose, but it doesn't tell you in what measure, how exactly, when, and where, and with whom.
In my maze of thoughts I only point at promising ways and fresh starts but I cannot tell one in writing when to join that path and where to stop. Judging right, intelligent conduct in an ever moving context, is a matter of having your own head well made, an open mind, good masters and many flying hours of learning from your own life experience; sagacity is, before everything else, a mindset to seamlessly recognise and repair errors as you do them. There is no answer right from the beginning to the end. Yet again, alas, the rich – the intelligent, resourceful and educated, the continuously learning and unlearning ones - will become richer and the poor in spirit will stay as dumb and dupe as they were found.
Accordingly, you should not believe what you read here but rather examine with critical sense and try out carefully.
I admire and respect the treasuries of insight amassed in the sacred writings of the world religions but the wisdom sought here is worldly, not divine: things I lived, observed, or read, or heard, or understood, or thought up and worded myself. It is all about life on earth, not afterlife, nor over-human utopia.
I collect, in the flow of the following pages, turns of mind and examples of what I found to be wise understanding and wise action, which I believe to serve the human person capable of choice. That is, what appeared to me to be wise. Some of it proved to be sensible in my experience, as it bettered my life and who I am. Much of it helped other persons to do better. It is easier to help other people than to help yourself.
I believe now that wise words follow questions like: What to know, to understand and do, in order to live well instead of just consuming life? What to want which is worth to want? How to go about things, to get what I want and to avoid what I do not want? What to avert, what not to do? What is of value? What gives meaning to what I am and do, what makes me matter? What counts for those around me? How to be loved, respected and remembered? How to live now but also build something and leave something behind me? How to be an author and freer actor of my life, instead of a mere social animal or a cog, a toy of circumstances and received ideas?
Over the years this "page", collection of thoughts endlessly rewritten, hopefully improving, is growing into a curious kind of book; a labyrinth of commonsense subjects inter-related and deepened in time, as I reflect and learn more.
I will never be able to claim that my journeys are more than incessant beginnings, often unfinished, but I observed that starting anew, things you value and want, ceaselessly, with resilience, is a way of freedom, of life, of agency beyond submission to the given, success or failure; success in your projects depends on many things and people, but starting new things depends on you. In the end you are what you did; many, many, beginnings, add up to a whole life of flourishing, at least of being yourself and human.
Do not expect grand feats. To quote my role model, Michel de Montaigne, "I cannot keep a record of my life by my actions, fortune places them too low. I keep it by my thoughts"* (but I would replace "fortune" with "what I was able to achieve"). These then, are thoughts about wisdom and some words of wisdom I found to be deep and true in my life, in the times and the world of the Twentieth Century where I lived.
And what about proofs of my beliefs and advice? Are they objective? My collection of advice is not science but instead - purposefully - a personal toolbox of common and uncommon sense devices proposing meaning and inventing conduct. I write what I think and devise solutions. I believe in the unique power of the human mind, as it is. Certainly, my experience is limited and my achievements humble. A web of intuition and of thoughts. I also take my sides and follow my values. This wisdom seems verified or at least its moral value confirmed in my circumstances. Your own wisdom may arise by reaching an opposite conclusion to what I write. My findings are not wise enough to grant advice for everyone; of course I will be wrong here and there. Some value is certain, if not in my conclusions, but in provoking one’s thoughts about these matters. The odyssey is more important than the destination I reached. Do your own journey!
Ioan Tenner
"Wisdom, sleeping..." is another quiet place of exchange on Internet where all serious people are invited to contribute with critique (always welcome) and with opinions and different knowledge. The world is plural and we do not own the one right answer. There seems to be more than one wisdom.
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The reader will understand that this web-page is not a "Blog" at all. It is the contrary of the blog mentality in which the latest "post" discards the previous ones, based on the enlightenment-born belief that "old" means obsolete and "new" means progress. I do not believe that faster, cheaper, more, is better. In fact I often modify some of the oldest little chapters to improve them with whatever I understood deeper after decades of re-visiting. All the subjects are as fashionable or out-of-date as you find them. To follow your interest instantly, simply type a keyword or phrase in the search-windows in the upper side of the pages.
With this "page" I also try another traditional genre in a form less usual: an old-time, first-person, private intellectual diary and commonplace book... in public, electronic form. Moreover, the text is ideally meant to be endlessly continued and improved by my son... if he will care.
In my youth I lived in denial of the simple fact that parents are with us only for a while; I did not ask the questions I should have and I was too busy to at least listen to what they learned from life and would have liked to give me. Later, often, I longed to ask, but they were dead. We mind the well when it run dry..
I want to leave to my family, if it will chose to perdure as I hope, in the house of tomorrow, the one I cannot visit, that written fountain-head which my parents did not have the leisure to build for me - a later possibility to come and reconsider more than treacherous, rebellious memory of how and what I learned and thought, and actually said. Thus, the bold hope goes, a next generation may reach higher than I, up from my shoulders, beyond my insights and my errors, instead of repeating the same.
I asked my son, Daniel Tenner, for whom I mainly write, to read the "posts" and comment, now or later. His role is clear and inevitable: to challenge me. He will riposte to my claims, on-line or in his mind and actions: “Why do you say this? I find that reality, my reality, is different. The world is different now! This is how I see things.” I wish this response will grow up in time into a dialogue between father and son, as equals.
I still dream to prove false the eternal complaint of the generational gap so well put in words by Willa Sibert Cather**:
“The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.”
Let me dream.
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* Michel de Montaigne, he Complete Works, Tr. Donald M. frame, Everyman library Alfred A. Knopf, New York..., 2003
** Cather, Villa (1922) One of Ours, Dover.. Mineola, NY 2007
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The reader will understand that this web-page is not a "Blog" at all. It is the contrary of the blog mentality in which the latest "post" discards the previous ones, based on the enlightenment-born belief that "old" means obsolete and "new" means progress. I do not believe that faster, cheaper, more, is better. In fact I often modify some of the oldest little chapters to improve them with whatever I understood deeper after decades of re-visiting. All the subjects are as fashionable or out-of-date as you find them. To follow your interest instantly, simply type a keyword or phrase in the search-windows in the upper side of the pages.
With this "page" I also try another traditional genre in a form less usual: an old-time, first-person, private intellectual diary and commonplace book... in public, electronic form. Moreover, the text is ideally meant to be endlessly continued and improved by my son... if he will care.
In my youth I lived in denial of the simple fact that parents are with us only for a while; I did not ask the questions I should have and I was too busy to at least listen to what they learned from life and would have liked to give me. Later, often, I longed to ask, but they were dead. We mind the well when it run dry..
I want to leave to my family, if it will chose to perdure as I hope, in the house of tomorrow, the one I cannot visit, that written fountain-head which my parents did not have the leisure to build for me - a later possibility to come and reconsider more than treacherous, rebellious memory of how and what I learned and thought, and actually said. Thus, the bold hope goes, a next generation may reach higher than I, up from my shoulders, beyond my insights and my errors, instead of repeating the same.
I asked my son, Daniel Tenner, for whom I mainly write, to read the "posts" and comment, now or later. His role is clear and inevitable: to challenge me. He will riposte to my claims, on-line or in his mind and actions: “Why do you say this? I find that reality, my reality, is different. The world is different now! This is how I see things.” I wish this response will grow up in time into a dialogue between father and son, as equals.
I still dream to prove false the eternal complaint of the generational gap so well put in words by Willa Sibert Cather**:
“The dead might as well try to speak to the living as the old to the young.”
Let me dream.
___________
* Michel de Montaigne, he Complete Works, Tr. Donald M. frame, Everyman library Alfred A. Knopf, New York..., 2003
** Cather, Villa (1922) One of Ours, Dover.. Mineola, NY 2007