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How is Montaigne wise? 

28/2/2013

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​The wisdom of Montaigne is of a sort that will come to be needed again*; that of the thinker who makes his life worth living in times of the beast. 

Let us face it, there is a time for everything; under tyranny, wisdom is opportunistic; or silent. Genius, to change the world, must stay alive.

Servitude is distasteful and its compromises are ugly ; you survive crawling like a worm. 

But there is still choice; as the witty epigram put it in my youth,

"the race of worms is not just wriggling ilk;
some make us sick
but some, make silk" [1] 


Prudent Montaigne was of the silk-giving kind. In fact he was born in silk, lived in silk and his ways were silky, pleasant to the touch. As for his work, it was of the world changing class.

Montaigne is heavy artillery disguised as fireworks.

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Montaigne’s work, The Essays, sprouted – as a strange, untimely flower – from the middle of arbitrary rule and fanaticism, at the peak time of witch-hunting in Europe - the sixteenth century. You would not imagine living there. His feat was to plant a seed of independent thinking in the belly of the beast, without becoming a martyr. Born an insider to the system, he enjoyed privilege and approval, made a career, while being as I see him, a most effective dissident. Internal exile seems to be the way of life of genius in bad times; lack of wisdom would be to die for proud impatience of speech.

In a "disturbed sick state" of religious persecution, censorship, savage civil war and plague, in an epoch where (as it often happens in history) might was right, under the inquisitive eye of absolute Monarchy and Church, Montaigne is inner freedom, critical spirit, the I, smiling, in gentlemanly attire; a quiet one-man revolution in human dignity and civilisation. He accomplishes to live unbent in a crooked world.

Montaigne had to learn how to navigate an ocean of insecurity, a reign of cynicism, chaos, stupidity and malice; he did. His, was what I like to call a strategy of the cork - living the now, and consciously evolving relative to ebb and flow of stormy tide, with one clear, floating landmark  - keep at the surface, do not founder into wickedness. His way of being free - and of freeing other people - was to craft choices to navigate the complexity of unfreedom.

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In his daily life, he was a reliable conservative gentleman, careful to heed Christ and give Caesar what is Caesars' and to God what is God's [2]. What was his, he kept for himself. 

In writing, the moralist played the tradition of the wise fool, gently; behind the Fool, hides the mountain. He worked to change the world from a position of weakness.

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While practising subversion of authority (knowingly or instinctively, what do I know?), Michel Eyquem, freshly accepted country gentleman descending from fish and wine merchants and Marrano patricians, parvenu to French nobility, achieves to be regarded and even better, to live like a grand seigneur of agreeable company and vital counsel to royals as different as Henry III, Catherine de Medici and Henry IV of Navarre. 

Mysteriously, the distracted, lazy, dreamy Sieur de Montaigne, always about to retire in the arrière boutique of his ivory tower, tormented by his kidney stones, uninterested in having any power in his hands, is found discretely central in the negotiations to convince Henry of Navarre that Paris is well worth a Mass [3]. Unimportant and anonymous as he pretended to be, he still gets imprisoned at the Bastille, from where Catherine de Medici, that proverbially nice, charitable lady, extracts him urgently: "Touche-pas à mon pote!" This outsider was just too useful, irreplaceable to waste.

The apparent chatterbox was a prudent master of silence; not many people are able to speak so candidly and write so much without ever bragging or allowing secrets to escape their lips. Nothing transpires on his pages from the intrigues of the princes, the negotiations of the factions or the Bordeaux city real politics.

Because he was discreet and kept away from the civil war mêlée, he was solicited, named and summoned in absence to be mayor of the troubled city of Bordeaux, rara avis able to mediate between Catholics and Protestants under the climate well symbolized by the Saint Bartholomew Night massacre. Public savagery preserves a touch of common sense asking help from is opposite.

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Meanwhile, he wrote and re-wrote his increasingly bold book – the lasting achievement.

He finds a flabbergasting stratagem to spread different ideas – reflexive writing. He writes to himself, about himself, as if. He does not write like others do about truth of the world, the Universe, nor about religion, just about himself, “domestic and private” ideally naked like a cannibal; it is not about reality he writes, no, no, simply about his intimate person, his body – thumb and prick included and his mind, about the strange, unimportant, private thoughts visiting his playful imagination. 

He, a humble sinner, is simply spending rich hours trying his hand and fantasy at attempting mere Essays.

The Essays omit to mention how prudent and skilful he was in difficult circumstances with kings, queens and inquisitors. Instead, he only describes his skill with robbers. It was not a biography or a chronicle. For a change, he relates in detail how weak he was, the blunders he did, how he never knew what he forgot, how little he knew and how uncertainly. 

In fact, he was an adroit social man, a born diplomat able to work with all warring factions at the same time, able to dialogue with Inquisition and get approved a free-thinking book by the Pope; but he does not highlight his successes or the events he influenced. He complains in detail about his pains and his clumsiness, his inattention. The man he depicts - am ivory tower  gentleman so small and weak - suggests that a great spirit is amazingly simple, a human being as we all can be. This is why so many people recognise themselves in his book.

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Montaigne is a great author, indirectly. We cannot measure his influence so much by thankful quotes from later peers as by the reaction of great authors who opposed his ideas and who built on that opposition, often without quoting his name. Influence does not mean enslaving followers, rather making people think - their way - to what you propose. He is great by "the share which his mind had in influencing other minds" [4]. Contemporaries liked his prose and maybe, the noble ladies opened their minds without detecting all the implications. Later generations lived by his ideas, often without minding the source.

His tour de force in proliferating the ferment of critical spirit was executed with such a light touch, with velvet gloves, in such a pleasant, moderate, deferential, conservative, opportunistic, entertaining, exotic, metaphoric, unassuming manner, that King and Pope actually like it; it took almost a century for Inquisition to notice the chain-reaction of critical thought set alight in 1580 by his charming gossip and to forbid the Essays in 1676. 

Too late! The Montaigne attitude trickled into Shakespeare, his “I am my book” and "what do I know?" irritated Francis Bacon to retort “Of myself I say nothing” [5] and to demonstrate with Method how certainly science can know the world. His surprisingly constructive scepticism fascinated Pascal [4.a] and challenged Descartes to affirm the absolute power of Reason. He will inspire Diderot and water Rousseau. Kant knew by heart entire passages from him, and built on his scepticism. Nietzsche delighted in his critical spirit and started playing with matches. His seemingly introspective book instituted quietly the reference Weltanschauung of being civilised, of the modern individual, of equality and tolerance. If you seek an example to personify Civilization when marching ahead, Montaigne is one.

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Why do I believe that Montaigne was wise?

Because his work appears to be the first self conscious and comprehensive attempt to query the entire European heritage "What can you tell me about how to live?" [5a]

Consider that wisdom was understood by the sages as the vehicle to living a happy life, with the meaning that such good life is one worth living. With Montaigne I find an instance to observe that the way towards such flourishing must must learn from the past, learn from Plutarch and Seneca, but also judge with our own head and fit the real world where we are born. 

We may know much wisdom, generate many words of wisdom but we are wise as much as we live wisely, in such a way that makes our life enviable and admirable, in our own world, not in the next.

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A wise life à la Montaigne, in times where persecution is at work, is one in which you keep safe, productive and free inside, while you adapt, for fear and for duty, to the sorry country and times where you are born: “I shelter where the storm drives me.” [6]  

His, as Stefan Zweig observed [7] was "freedom with a rattle of chains."

This sort of Good life is prudent well being and self-respect, as much as times allow. You keep positive. You live a normal life. You enjoy each stolen epicurean moment, as the bird in hand is worth two in the bush; you keep adroitly out of harm's way, avoid hurt and poverty. Stoic sages help you at this time with a rule to consider only that which is of you, which you can do and to keep at distance from that which is beyond your powers:

“Some things are under our control, while others are not under our control.
Under our control are conception, choice, desire, aversion, and, in a word,
everything that is our own doing ; not under our control are our body, our
property, reputation, office, and, in a word, everything that is not our own doing.”
[8] 

For that which you agree, you do your best in full view, with modest enthusiasm; even as you can do so little. For lack of anything better, you pride questionably in the thing well done.

Where you differ, you act obliquely, by not doing the wrong thing right, by the power of inaction, absence and silence, by that which you do not do and do not say, by esoteric allusion. 

You trust, perilously without reserve, a few good friends. Inside your inner garden you hide Paradise: beauty and wisdom and sincerity, in the company of the great authors who keep alight the flame of civilisation in spite of history perennially wretched.

While you compromise in all this dubious business of survival and comfort, for the sake of privilege empowering your action, you work nevertheless to be a good person, to keep hands clean, to preserve respect for yourself and the other, to give something, so that you are more than a worm.

The common intellectual will do so much and hope the better for their children. Geniuses, like Rabelais, Maimonides, Erasmus, Shakespeare, Bacon or Montaigne will also nurture a much greater plan, a Masterpiece to endure; that is paid with even murkier dissimulation, compromise and double-talk. 

Of course there are alternatives to such dissembling; innumerable sincere martyrs chose to die for ideas, of few of them we even know, like Simon Peter, Imam Husayn, Wycliffe, Thomas More, Jan Huss, Giordano Bruno or Jane d’Arc. Meanwhile, the mass, chooses to drift. The worst, grow genuinely corrupt, to serve the evil masters better than requested.
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Micheau Eyquem is the case for spoiling your kids, provided you give them the education of a prince. 

His father was an energetic, rich, ambitious upstart, keen of humanistic ideals. The great books of the classics adorned his walls and his friends illustrated the best of Renaissance humanism. He imagined with them a home-curriculum in new education for the benefit of his son.

While he, the Father, worked hard and humble to grow richer and to rise to nobility, he fancied little Micheau, first surviving child, to be special, an experiment in humanism; first two years sent away in a peasant family to understand simplicity and "real life"; next several years with a Latin tutor, spoken to exclusively in Latin, to become a native speaker of classic culture and to have education tailored to him, not him cut to the size of school; after that only, he learned French as a foreign language; then he was sent to an elite college, away from home, to taste social life and constraint as it is... but still among an elite. As his father revered the sages of antiquity and collected their books, Micheau took to actually reading them, in original and without the intimidated feeling of visiting alien countries, it was his mother tongue; when home, the boy was spoilt, woken up with classic music played at his bedside every morning, never doing or learning other than what pleased him, so that he developed the taste to doing just that, all his life.

Freedom in the mind, culture, autonomy, playfulness, liking your life, indulging in vanity but not taking it or oneself too seriously, ability to think by keeping a distance, is the recipe of a critical spirit that will hover above his times.

With such upbringing, Montaigne became inclined to understand the human comedy with detachment, as if from the stars, to form his own opinion unprejudiced by what was said in the foreign language of the locals. At the same time he saw and felt things from close, feet on the ground, as simple and serious as they are for a peasant. Luckily, he was born with a pleasant friendly temper bent to avoid conflict and hurt. So he took life easy and acted always with a light hand. 

Because he was allowed to feel sorry for himself, he felt sorry for other people too, animals included; he could identify with them, imagine being in their place. 

Because he enjoyed life, he grew to respect life and to love it. 

As he saw people around him so different, he learned to accept irreducible difference to be normal and diversity as a natural thing. Additionally, with a catholic father, a mother of Jewish descent and several protestant relatives and friends, he found religious divides irrelevant.

Then came the books, full with the sleeping wisdom of the past; he was one of those thinkers keen to learn from History; he read the old historians’ meaningful accounts and found in them advice for his own time; he saw that human nature keeps us repeating the same errors; he absorbed the many antique anecdotes and sayings of the sages and theories of the philosophers from olden times without taking them as granted; he saw that everybody had to be contradicted and no idea was too foolish to have some philosopher embracing it. 

Here is one man who took Socrates by the letter. Didn’t Socrates say that the unexamined life is not worth living? So he proceeded to do examine his own life and make it worth living. He did that for decades, ceaselessly and in writing so that his book is indeed his person and matures with his mind. 

Did the frontispiece of the Delphi temple enjoin the visitor to know himself?  Montaigne went on to do just that, day and night, dressed or naked. 

Did Socrates claim that his knowledge of his own ignorance was the force that made him wiser than all around him? Montaigne went further, to draw implications. He read the Pyrronian sceptics and was fascinated by the amplified consequence of the Socratic claim: " we know that we know nothing" into the extreme that absolutely everything is so doubtful that there is nothing we can know with certainty; this includes the good sense implication that humans – theologians and priests included - know nothing about God’s ways and thus have no reason to burn people for vain interpretations of creed. So, he turned the nihilistic paradox of absolute scepticism into a tool of freedom: I will doubt everything received, and even my own doubt, and therefore stop troubling myself with theories, keep practical and think with my own mind, as well as I can, humbly enough to avoid stupid, sufficient opinion but also boldly enough to speak with no concern of authority and dogma. I will do what my good sense suggests me and my feeble judgment confirms. 

As I read my own private Montaigne – everybody does - I was tempted to interpret his life and "method" in terms of Taoist wisdom. He did not know the Lao-tzu but lived by it; 
He does not push, he pulls.  
Because he does nothing, much gets done. 
Because he leaves space, things happen as he wants.
Because he takes sides with no one, all sides need him. 
He has many friends because he is a friend.
He can do things because he keeps things simple. 
He goes a long way because he goes with the water.
By knowing himself, he understands other people.
Being unprejudiced, he can talk with all.
As he enjoys himself, he has compassion. 
Because he keeps steadily with the golden mean of moderation, when he is critical, people listen.
He survives for the reason that he is flexible, not the kind to die for ideas.
Because he lets live he is left to live.
​Because he keeps an open house with no walls, little is stolen from him, even harm passes over him.
He is good but he carries a sword.
To be wise – he decided - is not to toil by some perfect saintly model, but to live as you are, better, as well as you can. Wisdom is permanent improvement, not distant ideal.

The unique ability Montaigne has - as a true critical spirit - is to not only see what is wrong in the evil present but also what is good in it; to see through indignant enthusiasm and to equally perceive what is evil in alternative extremes proposed, in the dogmas touted by the opponent to present wrongs. He does think with his own head, moderate and humane amidst madness . «...keep your head when all about you/ Are losing theirs’..." He would have certainly made his Kipling’s words.

Other great thinkers advise us how to become perfect. Montaigne teaches us how to live wisely and better, as we are and where we are. 

                                                                      © 2013  Ioan Tenner & Daniel Tenner
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* It may look strange for me to write so bluntly about such a subject, in a normal time and a free country; but this is why I can do it, I am not a persecuted dissident but a retired elder man with no career ambition and no tenure to defend. Some scholars could write about this much better but they will not do it; they are wise. As for me, I believe that sharing such knowledge may be generous and useful.

[1] George Ranetti : Cugetare 
“Sunt şi-ntre viermi, în viaţă
Deosebiri de clase:
Sunt viermi ce fac...doar greaţă
Şi viermi ce fac mătase!” 

[2] Luke 20:25: "He said to them, "Then give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's."

[3] Paris is well worth a Mass (Paris vaut bien une messe) Alistair Horne, Seven Ages of Paris, Random House, 2004

[4] Hovey, K. A., "Mountaigny Saith Prettily": Bacon's French and the Essay, PMLA, Vol. 106, No. 1 (Jan., 1991), p.72 the share which his mind had in influencing other minds"

[4a] "Ce n'est pas dans Montaigne, mais dans moi, que je trouve ce que j'y vois ." Pensées (1670)

[5] “De nobis ipsis silemus” Francis Bacon, The Great Instauration, preface to New Organon

[5a] Schneewind.,J., B.,  Moral Philosophy from Montaigne to Kant, Cambridge U.P., Cambridge, 2003

[6] Horace, Epistles I.i.14) 

[7] Zweig Stefan, Montaigne, PUF, Quadrige, Paris, 1982

[8] THE ENCHEIRIDION OF EPICTETUS in Epictetus, Vol II, Harward Univ. Press, Loeb C. L., Cambridge, 1952 p 483

I thank Professor Claude Blum and Classiques Garnier Numérique for precious access to the magnificent Corpus Montaigne, Classiques Garnier Numérique  http://www.classiques-garnier.com/numerique-bases/index.php?module=App&action=FrameMain&colname=ColMontaigne


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Sometimes I am wise*

19/12/2011

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Not too often, but it does happen**.











I am wise:


  • When I accept that in this life reaching destination is little and the journey is everything [1] The journey you chose is who you are.
  • When I glimpse how deep is the well of the past [2]
  • When I grasp that we become what we think, so that suffering follows evil thought as certainly as the wheels of a cart follow the oxen that draw it [3]
  • If I can keep my head when all about me are losing theirs and blaming it on me [4]
  • When I say that I know nothing and I understand: I am not of those who found the truth but of those who seek it [5]
  • When I accept that of things, some are in our power, and others are not [6]  but I still practice that some things are given but some we make
  • When I do not forget that the source is troubled with any little stirring, but you cannot clear it with a stick; only by leaving the mud to settle [7]
  • When I refrain from doing to others that which I hate to be done to me [8]
  • When to serve Man, I profess that Man is the measure of all things he creates and does: of things which are, that they are, and of things which are not, that they are not [9 ]
  • When I don't do anything and everything gets done [10]
  • When I am mindful that to grow a plant (and many other things) you water it, but to kill it you flood it
  • When people see things and ask “why” but I dream of things that never were and ask “why not?” [11]
  • When, after I have done my work, people say "we did it "[10]
  • When undeterred by learning all this, I still believe that what happens to me is because of me.
  • When I do not need to ask anyone, any more, whether or not the gate is open to pass [12]

Then, I am wise.

I did not become wise suddenly; without a long history of errors, foolishness and defeat I would have never become as wise as I am now. The more I understand how stupid I am and why, the wiser I am. In fact I am not wise, I am only about to become so, ceaselessly, with hesitation, interminably…

One thing I know: as long as I persist to seek, I am wise…

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*  Have no fear; I did not see the light! This scherzo is to help you test your wisdom as it helps me question mine.

** The interesting challenge I am musing about here is: How to know when you are wise? What landmarks to use? Wisdom can hardly be measured but you can recognize its shape if you have what it takes…

[1] Constantin Cavafy, Ithaka, 1911 in Cavafy's Collected Poems, tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard, ed George Savidis, Princeton University Press, 1980.]:

Ithaca
 
When you set out for Ithaka
ask that your way be long,
full of adventure, full of instruction.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - do not fear them:
such as these you will never find
as long as your thought is lofty, as long as a rare
emotion touch your spirit and your body.
The Laistrygonians and the Cyclops,
angry Poseidon - you will not meet them
unless you carry them in your soul,
unless your soul raise them up before you.

Ask that your way be long.
At many a Summer dawn to enter
with what gratitude, what joy -
ports seen for the first time;
to stop at Phoenician trading centres,
and to buy good merchandise,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensuous perfumes of every kind,
sensuous perfumes as lavishly as you can;
to visit many Egyptian cities,
to gather stores of knowledge from the learned.

Have Ithaka always in your mind.
Your arrival there is what you are destined for.
But don't in the least hurry the journey.
Better it last for years,
so that when you reach the island you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to give you wealth.
Ithaka gave you a splendid journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She hasn't anything else to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka hasn't deceived you.
So wise you have become, of such experience,
that already you'll have understood what these Ithakas mean.
(text from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Constantine_P._Cavafy)
Read beautifully on You Tube by Sean Connery
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1n3n2Ox4Yfk

[2] Thomas Mann, Joseph and His Brothers
[3] Buddha Dhammapada, in The Dhammapada,  tr. Eknath Easwaran, Nilgiri Press, Tomales, California, 1985.
[4] Kipling, If in Rydyard Kiplings Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918, Doubleday Page and Co. Garden City, 1919
[5] Plato’s Socrates in Plato, Apology, Loeb Classical Library, Harvard UP, Cambridge.., 2005 p. 83:
“I went away, I thought to myself, "I am wiser than this man ; for neither of us really knows anything fine and good, but this man thinks he knows something when he does not, whereas I, as I do not know anything, do not think I do either. I seem, then, in just this little thing to be wiser than this man at any rate, that what I do not know I do not think I know either."
 [6] Epictetus, Enchiridion in The Discourses of Epictetus, tr. G. Long, Hurst & Co, New York,  p. 387
[7] Baltasar Gracian, The art of worldly Wisdom, Tr. J. Jacobs, Macmillan, London 1904, §88
 [8] The Golden Rule “Never impose on others what you would not choose for yourself” Confucius, Analects XV.24 (tr. David Hinton)]
[9 ] Protagoras, in Sextus Empiricus (Adv. math. 7.60) ]
[10] Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching, tr. Lau D.C., Penguin Classics, 1964
[11] Shaw, G.B.,  Back to Methuselah.., Constable, London, 1949, act I
[12] Kafka, The Trial (the gatekeeper metaphor) and Ekai, The Gateless Gate in Paul Reps, Zen Flesh Zen Bones, Penguin Harmondsworth, 1986] 




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