Arthur Schopenhauer |
Human society is no fun. Solitude is worse. Philosopher Schopenhauer called that situation the ‘Porcupine Dilemma’.
Imagine some
porcupines struggling to stay warm on a cold winter night. The closer you get to
each other, the warmer it is. How close can porcupines get to each other? Their
quills protect them from external harms. Societal harms, shall we call them? The
same quills prevent them from coming closer and sharing the body warmth.
That is what
Schopenhauer called the porcupine dilemma. You need others to survive. But
others can hurt you. They will, in all probability.
When I read
about this dilemma in an essay on Schopenhauer by Eric Weiner, two thoughts hit
my brain simultaneously. One, how do porcupines mate? They don’t pollinate, obviously.
Two, how close did Schopenhauer get to other people?
The
pollination dilemma of porcupines was solved easily as far as I was concerned.
I learnt that the female of the species went an extra mile to make the process
as less pricky as possible for her male. It’s quite risky to have sex if you
are a porcupine, I learnt.
Schopenhauer
never married. But he had a lot of sex. He was not the kind of a man for whom
even a porcupinish woman would go an extra mile in spite of his (rather
uncharacteristic) assertion that “the sexual organs are the true centre of the
world.”
Schopenhauer’s
dilemma was that he wanted to love many people but he actually hated the entire
human species. He loved dogs. Each one of his dogs was named Atman. Why didn’t
he name them Brahman? I wonder. He loved the Upanishads and other Hindu
scriptures. Soon he learnt about Buddhism and fell in love with the Buddha too.
They called him “the Buddha of Frankfurt.” And they discovered a statuette of
the Buddha in his study after his death.
The Buddha of
Frankfurt had a bad childhood. Ah, that’s where it all went wrong, you see. His
mother was not interested in maternity as much as social recognition. She
aspired to be a social luminary and the child Arthur was a nuisance in her
social gatherings. She didn’t want to play with a doll anymore, she said referring
to her son. She resented the boy. “A very bad mother,” Arthur Schopenhauer
described her later.
His father
wasn’t any better. He didn’t think much of the boy. He thought that even his
handwriting was too bad for a businessman which was what he was and wanted his
son to become. And the posture too. “Your mother expects, as I do,” the father
wrote to his son once, “that you will not be reminded to walk upright like
other well-raised people,” The love that was attached to the signature at the
end of that letter was the typical parental knife for Arthur who naturally
became a philosopher instead of a merchant.
Philosophers
are sad people at heart. They want to love people and end up loving dogs named
Atman or something as exotic as that. Then they will tell us that we are living
in the worst possible world. That’s just what Schopenhauer said. That was his
dilemma in a world of porcupines that claimed to have evolved from apes.
He wanted to love but didn’t just know how to do it. He had just the wrong parents, I should say. Poor guy. All philosophy begins in the womb, in fact. All dilemmas begin there. The limits of your vision are set there. And consequently the limits of your world, Schopenhauer said a few years after he was ejected from the womb.
An after thought: My ebook, Coping with Suffering, has a more serious chapter on Schopenhauer.
Intriguing piece.
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DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteOn the whole, philosophers are perhaps isolationists. Solitude is required for deep thoughts. That does not make us all pessimists or haters of society. We are also, unfortunately, generally inclined to follow our internal traits when selecting entertainments and readings and that company we keep. This can result in finding all those things which support our bias ...If you go looking for the worst, you are bound to find it whether it exists or not. AS's 'philosophy of will' arose from distortions from his reading of the shrutis - bending it to his will.
There is plenty optimism and realism around... perhaps a change of read might bring a little sunshine?
...and now all I want to do is read up on porcupines! YAM xx
Schopenhauer was a philosophical pessimist. Even without him philosophy would be quite pessimistic just because there is no deep thinking without sorrow. Krishna was a joker.
DeleteHari OM
DeleteIndeed he was - but to have such a fixed pessimistic view of philosophy is itself sorrow. There is a tendency, one admits, for the the 'dark side' to prevail, for this seems on the whole to be the human tendency; the book I linked discusses this well. I disagree that sorrow is required for deep thinking - so on this we shall have to agree to differ! Yxx
I'll definitely read the book suggested by you. I love books. Let me see what this brings.
DeleteSo interesting! Absolutely loved reading your blog. Loved your take on solitude and the dilemma.
ReplyDeleteThank you
DeleteAn interesting piece that prompted me to Google and read more about the philosopher.
ReplyDeleteHe is an interesting philosopher indeed.
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