I need to invent a word to capture
the something like irony, something like paradox, something like paradigm-less
superimposition, radical objectivity meets facticity and both lose,
feelings/ideas I had reading Betraying Spinoza: The Renegade Jew Who Gave Us Modernity.
As someone who feels like he is
fighting his history and facticity, like Rebecca Goldstein feels Spinoza did on some
level, but with the hope that there is some intellectual/rational solution to my facticity,
as Spinoza ultimately felt there was to his own, via his radical objectivity (pantheism),...
I…
have my doubts.
Just can’t help thinking that
happiness can’t be derived from a priori knowledge like 2+2=4.
Human, all too human I guess.
Re the subtitle: The Renegade Jew
Who Gave Us Modernity.
Historians like Stephen Greenblatt,
author of The Swerve, might offer that Spinoza played a part in modernity but
that it began with Lucretius.
After all, modernity is time
sensitive, by definition.
Rationality isn’t time sensitive
though.
Or is it…
(cue ominous music)