Friday June 28th 2012 Tim
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