Friday, June 29, 2012
For Plato, no two tables were ever the same. But they had certain qualities, or the 'idea' of a table. An 'idea' of a table, was for him an imperfect replica of the real. Four legs perhaps, and a surface that ran roughly parallel to the ground. Something upon which a jug of water could sit without tipping over. As well certain tables had qualities given to them. "This table was made by Uncle Pythagoras." And on it goes in a manner that can define our being as driven by 'idea,' however delusional or inconsequential the 'idea' might seem. Designer Sunglasses. Wearable Art. Rain dance.
And it's often the case the more a person knows about an object, the more interesting it can become. Napoleon's cravat. Queen Boadicea's chariot. Tutankhamen's femur. Value added, I guess. And in my view, it is this adding of value to the real, that is fundamental to 'idea.' And probably something we cannot escape this side of an evolutionary divergence. A mainspring in idea's collective, even if it does lead thought toward that awkward word 'materialism.' A movement that conjoins with an understanding of the mind promulgated by that part of the medical profession devoting itself to the brains of living things. And from which perspective, it's amazing and rather wonderful, how much like Chipmunks we people are.