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Oct Philosophers have never felt comfortable speaking about silence. At best such efforts are ironic; undertaking them literally is generally thought to involve performative contradictions, since the content of what we are trying to say contradicts the fact that we are saying it.
When mystics claim to have an ineffable, or inexpressible, knowledge of ultimate realities, philosophers are naturally curious to hear more about it, but of course anything intelligible the mystics may say, including the very idea of the ineffable, is by definition not ineffable but expressed, and hence self-refuting.
It seems that the best solution is for mystics to maintain total silence. But even then Hegel does not leave the mystics alone. Trying to speak about silence is akin to the ontological task of trying to get something from nothing.
Maybe God can create ex nihilo, but the rest of us find this hard to understand, and doing it is totally beyond us. Most philosophers cannot even bake a cake.
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Nothing is an awe-inspiring yet essentially undigested concept, highly esteemed by writers of a mystical or existential tendency, but by most others regarded with anxiety, nausea and panic.
Nobody seems to know how to deal with it he would, of courseand plain persons generally are reported to have little difficulty in saying, seeing, hearing, and doing nothing. Ever since Parmenides laid it down that it is impossible to speak of what is not, broke his own rule in the act of stating it, and deduced himself into a world where all that ever happened was nothing, the impression has persisted that the narrow line between sense and nonsense on this subject is a difficult one to tread and that altogether the less said of it the better.
Writers to whom nothing is sacred, and who accordingly stop thereat, have no occasion for surprise on finding, at the end of their operations, that nothing is all they have left.
My own experience of trying to extract significance from silence began as a child attending silent Quaker meetings. The idea, as I understood it, was that it is idolatry to suppose that the reality of God could be captured or expressed in earthly doctrines and rituals.
So we set aside all physical aspects of baptism and communion in favor of the spiritual realities behind them. We stripped our buildings of stained glass and other forms of iconography. Speak when the spirit moves you, they said. I was fine with this. My scruples arose when someone around me would dare to speak.
The words, and the thoughts behind them, seemed too familiar. They seemed to merely reflect the interests and understanding of the speaker. Instead of a revelation about the spiritual reality of God, I simply heard the characteristic and mundane words of Elsie or Tom.
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