Finding the Ox

Bewußtsein ist eigentlich nur ein Verbindungsnetz zwischen Mensch und Mensch – nur als solches hat es sich entwickeln müssen: der einsiedlerische und raubtierhafte Mensch hätte seiner nicht bedurft. (Nietzsche, Gaia Scienza, § 354)
What is the sound of one hand clapping? (Zen Buddhist koan)
SEARCHING FOR THE OX[1]
Coming out of the marbled whiteness of the entrance, you are at once embraced by the darkness in the interior of the building, where you now journey downwards. You descend a slick, wide, steep staircase, always in danger of slipping and falling. As is customary, your search begins with a katabasis, a journey to the underworld and the questioning of the spirits of the dead. Through the double doors of the Museo dei Gessi of the Sapienza, you are guided to the left, gestured on by the deafmute guardian, where they wait for you.
First, five reliefs of animals: a faceless hero encounters a lion, a snake, a horse and an Amazonian woman. Of them and of their vanquisher, only few forms remain, rounded by time, breakpoints smooth now, chiselled out of the plates, barely discernible, and yet: the paws of the lion, the coiled body of the snake, the horse’s rump, the female torso, we anticipate them. Then further eight, facing each other, four and four, duelling heroes with monsters, overcoming their opponent. On the opposite wall, high up under a row of windows, the long marble of a great battle, the turmoil of many warriors, tumbling, staggering, attacking, mutilating together, white and immobilized in the linoleum silence of this empty library of statues.
What we see here is a collection of plaster casts of famous antique sculptures. The corporeality of the dead is evidenced in different ways: The sculptures are embodiments of legendary heroes, often larger than life, that perish in the storms of time like the bodies of mortal men, and yet, fragments of represented bodies endure and come upon us. They are assembled here as copies in plaster, but this time the mutilations of time are presented-with, at hand, a catalogue of what remains for us. But the lack of hands, of arms, noses, legs, entire faces, sometimes heads, does not seem like an abstraction, but rather like a highlighting of the singular. The Heracles who fights here (the plaster copy of a marble representation maimed by ravages of time) appears unique among all the other depictions of Heracles, an individual.
I am alone with the plasters. They are not like the plasters of Pompei – taken from the mold of spaces where once bodies lay dying. They are not casts of the actual dead, but they are those heroes and ideas which once inhabited the world so plentiful as angels in a poem by Charles Simic: the sky at dusk used to be thick with them.[2]
I note that what I face here are encounters: of heroes who themselves encounter in their deeds different figures, often hybrids between human and animal, sirens, centaurs; that as I encounter them, these gessi encounter me, that in this archive of forms they encounter each other, as though we could step over the threshold of time into a common present. This present is imagined here, in the sense that it is only copies, likenesses, which are collected, for us – to study their poses, compare their features, understand similarities.
We know that each mortal body on earth is lost. From its conception, it is already part of the process of decay. It does not persist. (Even the bodies of the dead imagined in heaven do not possess the same corporeality as on earth; they are not subject to processes, have no more desires and needs, they are unchanging.) The visibility of their journey through time witnessed by injury, mapped in the process of casting, of these sculptures makes one consider the specific difference of our (mortal) bodies: an embodiment of such short duration, that the entire ‘long’ history shrinks into a swift succession of short generations, the intertwining of flesh, a birthing turmoil. And even the becoming of a single body is a singular violent process of change. Of which nothing is left?
The gessi lead chronologically across ideas and epochs, delineated by postures, and styles of garment folds. Such gods, heroes, ideas, are a tangible part of antique society, demons in Karl Jaspers’ sense, because they make the transcendence of an imagined pantheon become immanently visible and present.[3] Here, only the idea of corporeality remains, preserved in the representation of violated physicality. What remains from the encounter with the body-fragments is an idea – that our bodies are unique and mortal.
On the other side, at the end of the chronology, the encounter with another kind. These are the Etruscan dead. Clay representations of a person from whose tomb they were taken. In the 2023 movie ‘La Chimera’ by Alice Rohrwachter, a clairvoyant Englishman can locate these graves and, with this knowledge, assists a gang of tombaroli, grave robbers. But this opening of the gates leads in two directions, reality is accessible from both sides, it seems: The people he now meets on a train are the ghosts whose burial objects have been taken.
Exiting into the blinding warmth of a Roman midday in July, received into the heat of the paved driveway, welcomed by urbanity back into the now, you make your way towards the gate of the Città universitaria, step out into the streets of the eternal city and board a bus headed back to the center intra muros, you will see in every man, woman and child who crosses your path, the faces of the dead – those missing faces, now reimbodied in the living, an eternal, generational reach. You will see the Etruscan youth, the Roman senator, the child whose tomb was guarded by a face-less cat. Even this cat will find you. You will see the Nubians, the Carthaginians, the Greeks. You will see the faces of those from Hispania, from Asia, from Cappedocia, Thracia, Macedonia, Dalmatia. You will see the women returned to their vital splendor, the children, their slaves – the dead ones of all parts who once populated the city.
In fact, you will no longer be able to not see them. This way of seeing the others as the returned dead will remain with you from your visit to the Museo dei Gessi, your trip into Hades. But what is the significance, the meaning of the encounter with the dead? Your search is underway, but can one lose one’s self? The ox has never been lost, so what need is there to go and pursue it?
Tracking the Ox
Our puzzle: Consciousness. That humans in every epoch of their long history, as Han Kang said in her Banquet Speech, are seeking to find themselves, that they are losing themselves in violence and recover themselves in love and make meaning, is the clue we are pursuing. [4]
Traditionally, there is the ‘hard-problem’ of consciousness which asks what the causal and/or constitutive relation between the physicality of our embodied existence and the experience of who we are is – the How of our Now. It is distinguished from the ‘easy problems’ where sciences seek to explain how the brain processes specific information to generate behaviour, for example. I once purchased a tote bag in Cambridge which featured a bat and read: What is it like to be a philosopher? – a tongue in cheek reference to the famous example by Thomas Nagel.[5] Nagel discusses how the way a sentient being, a bat for example, is embodied, say by sleeping hanging upside down and using echolocation to hunt, exclusively conditions their experience of qualia, that is, the qualitative aspects of consciousness. We must conclude that we can never know what it is like to be a bat (or a philosopher) unless we are one ourselves.
When I came to Berkeley as a doctoral student from Germany, I had with me the letter of recommendation of my Doktorvater who had once published a paper with the daring title ‘To Hell with Speech Act Theory’. At this time, John Searle, the author of ‘Speech Act Theory’, was likely the most famous philosopher alive. Searle welcomed me into his office. I looked around in amazement. There were boxes and boxes on every shelf filled with little tiles onto which Chinese symbols had been printed. “In Chinese, I am just a computer. I am famous for not speaking Chinese,” Searle would say jovially and recount a conference in China in which he had taken on a great number of opponents who all argued with him about his ability to not understand Chinese. Searle’s fame had been established in no small part because of his brilliant ‘Chinese Room Argument’.[6] The point of the argument is to demonstrate the difference between manipulating symbols and understanding a message. In the thought experiment, Searle is given a slip of paper with Chinese symbols on it, he manufactures an ‘answer’ by manipulating Chinese symbols according to a rule book, picks out the corresponding tiles with Chinese symbols from his boxes and then hands his answer back out through a little slot where his ‘messages’ are received by a pleased scientist. ‘Gosh – it passed the Turing-test!’ the scientist (herself a Chinese native speaker) might exclaim and scratch her head in wondrous glee. Thus, John, inside his ‘Chinese Room’ is no different from a computer which manipulates symbols according to rules. The Turing test considers responses produced by an entity, in this case, a man, or a computer. Should a (conscious) evaluator, the scientist in our example, not be able to tell the responses of man and machine apart, so the assumption, there would be ‘no difference’ between the man and the computer. Giving out ‘answers’ which read to the scientist as sensible purportedly proves that the computer ‘understands’ Chinese. I imagine that John would, just then, throw open the door to his office, in a sort of reverse Wizard of Oz move, and shout: ‘And yet – I have understood nothing! Manipulating symbols algorithmically does not equal understanding!’[7]
Involved in the discovery of the mind today are the disciplines of a philosophy of mind, brain sciences, psychology. Researchers also draw on linguistics, neuroscience and computer sciences. They all have contributed to the formation of a new field at their intersection: cognitive science. It serves as an umbrella for scientists who study the mind. We see a line-up of the academic circus according to the priorities of man: on the outset – his interests, first – his self, then – his species, next – his peculiar form of being in the world: as a being with history, namely that his self and his species interact in such a way that they provide the basis for future man to enter into a world of meaning. Thus, last, but not least – his hopes, first and foremost: personal relevance, immortality.
These hopes have been debunked by the meltdown of all aspects of transcendence which are rendered qua materialist representation as immanent. We see the myopia of a narrowed take which can consider only quasi-contractual, interest-based reasons for action. And worse still, if the value of human existence and experience is thus reduced, vitalist interests – that our man should ‘live’ –, no longer convince everybody. Louder are the nihilist calls for an end of philosophy, an end to man. One might conclude even more pessimistically: Man deprived of transcendence has already ceased to be man. I should hope that by now this word rings shrilly in your ears: Man! Let us turn away. Let us regard ourselves. Not man. But many. But woman. But me. And: you.
The argument I am searching for in this inquiry of consciousness is a maximalist argument; it runs parallel to Searle’s Chinese Room Argument. We are not looking for a minimalist criterion, a threshold which an animal or a machine might cross to be allowed to join the ‘Club of Conscious Entities’, in the form of a Turing test which puts up a minimal requirement and relies on a third personal (already consciousness biased) observer. Instead, we are looking for a maximalist criterion: a maximalist account of consciousness pays tribute not only to its first person perspectival phenomenology and its motivational make-up (the materialist foundations), its evolutionary role in explaining its origins and its function for the survival of life on our planet, but also its metaphysical, existential and soteriological aspects, for the individual and for ourselves as a species.
The first encounter with a ‘religious’ practice, or a set of doctrines, points one in the right direction, but the search has to be undertaken by oneself.
Spotting the Ox
Around 1950 there were two friends sitting in the Tea Orchard in Grantchester. They had walked over from Cambridge, a vigorous walk, then a cup of tea in one of the lawn chairs, to accompany a rigorous philosophical conversation on certainty.[8] One was Georg Henrik von Wright, the other Ludwig Wittgenstein.[9] Imagine you would have walked by, just then, and overheard Ludwig pointing to a tree, saying, intently: “I know that this is a tree!” Georg Henrik would have turned around to you and said kindly: “This man is not crazy. We are merely philosophizing.” You might have been disappointed: Did they have so little faith in your understanding of their undertaking? Were you not yourself often asking these same questions? You should have been flattered: The address to you made you the silent third party, complicit and benefitting – in your chance encounter you witnessed two of the great philosophical minds of the century, their great friendship, and a great insight resulting from both: that philosophical discernment can only be had in conversation. Following the tracks, he finds the ox…
At the time of early modern philosophy, say, one approached certainty by methodically doubting everything until one reached the ‘empty loop of thinking’ (Jean Paul Sartre), inside one’s head (a metaphor). The world of our experience, the world of the others, the world of one’s own body, had by then long been given up in doubt. Dubito ergo cogito ergo sum, is how the Cartesian formulation reads. A sovereign subject confronts an external world of objects and others, it is separated from them through its’ thinking, which is the only certainty to which it can cling. The answer to the question: What is the self? then must be: the cogito. This results in the frequently underwritten assumption that without consciousness, you are nothing. Shizuteru Ueda, in his meditations on the self, diagnoses here a profound misconception of self-hood, that it has to assert: I am I. Descartes’ “powerful answer”, as Ueda sees it, tows a number of strong beliefs about the legitimacy of human dominance over the world through technology.[10] The antagonism of humans versus their world has its root in this basic and false conception of the self. The problem arises because both world as the space of experience which is necessary for human existence, and the possibility of another subject next to my own self, which is equally necessary for my human existence, have to be denied.[11] For Viennese psychoanalyst Viktor Frankl, the specific human phenomena lie beyond the pleasure principle, they constitute the transcendence of self as fundamental anthropological phenomenon.[12]
In order to understand who we can be, we need to understand consciousness; and in order to understand consciousness, we need to understand who we are. This understanding concerns not a generalized ‘we’, the plural majestatis of an author, a veiled ‘I’; nor is it the quest of each one subsumed under the temporary solidarity of readership. This is the ‘we’ of a species, of a family, of comrades in a fight, of participants in a zeitgeist, of persons across time, all of whom need each other to carry on. That we are not merely blindly striving takes us out of ordinary evolutionary time (see: Taming the Ox). That we instead direct our strife and that it acquires meaning for us in this process – this is what we can call consciousness.
Consciousness requires and is constituted by self-conscious groups of participants who relate to individual contributors in the past, present and in an (ideally imagined) future, and they rely on them to share their purpose. It is facilitated by a background of meaning against which the new emerges – in the form of single standpoints, delineated by their environmental interactions, i.e., by dealing with situations as they arise (encounters). These dealings again become part of the background and are accessible to participants via cultural transmission. This ever expanding and adapting background enables the ‘next new’. Let’s call this movement ‘progress as problem-solving’. Understanding it is important and useful for us: it can help us accept our and our loved ones’ mortality; it allows us to see our place in the ordered all (cosmos); it enables us to represent the order of the cosmos in action-guiding ways (make more meaning) and helps us find more effective ways to engage situations: for example by using new tools (AI!) and finding new ways of sustaining our strife (climate change!); in sum: we are enabled to create order as our part of cosmos. Order is the equilibrium which life constantly balances against the icy entropy of loss.
You spot the ox, but it is taunting you from afar, across a river (no crossing in sight), or dashing away from you with all its speed.
Capturing the Ox
“In my Swedish Bible, it says of the Tree of Knowledge that it was på gott och ont, which in ordinary language means that the knowledge provided by the fruit of the tree could be to the benefit of man or could harm him. (…) The Tree of Knowledge provides not only knowledge of good and evil. It is also for good and evil – and the faulty translation in the Swedish Bible unintentionally expresses a profound truth. The rational aptitude in man has double potential; one potential for the good, i.e. man’s growth towards the ideal; and one potential for evil, i.e. the hubris of man’s self-divination of fancying himself as God.» (Georg Henrik von Wright, The Tree of Knowledge)[13]
Knowledge is equally an instrument for happiness and unhappiness, for good deed and devilry, writes v. Wright in his essay. (v. Wright, ibid.,153) His question: is it good for mankind to seek knowledge? In his answer, he grants that knowledge can be an instrument which satisfies our various needs and wishes. It can also be a way of life, that is, we can strive to understand for the sake of understanding. And in both cases, and however one puts the question of the value of rationality, the answer will remain ambiguous. Knowledge itself is only our instrument. Our own ends will determine its effects and how we are to judge our progress.
How are we to judge the success or failure of our progress? There is an infamous German student who fails so miserably that it is both laughable and terrifying. He can only save the situation by calling his Meister who in turn can call back the spirits which his inept apprentice summoned, and which are wrecking the whole house. Herr, die Noth ist groß!/ Die ich rief, die Geister,/ Werd’ ich nun nicht los! We are not unlike Johann Wolfgang von Goethe’s Sorcerer’s Apprentice.[14] This is why his case can be instructive. An entire branch of philosophy which dedicates itself to criticism of technology deals with it. Georg Henrik von Wright is part of this tradition. Notably, his take on the matter varies from his friend Wittgenstein’s, in that his is a technological pessimism, whereas Wittgenstein’s might be deemed a cultural pessimism.
Hubert Dreyfus, phenomenologist and beloved teacher of philosophy at Berkeley, developed in his oeuvre three lines of interpretation of our being-in-the-world which intertwine with our inquiry; in all three Dreyfus presents a critique of the concept of ‘mastery’:
Together with his brother Stuart, Dreyfus comes up with a classification of the stages of learning, or mastering of a new task (for example: playing piano or driving a car or speaking a language).[15] Leaving amusing details to the side (such as the often observable Dunning-Kruger effect), ‘capturing the ox’ means here realizing that mastery relies on two judges – yourself and an idealized master, as in someone who has already mastered your craft, whom you imagine witnessing your performance. The evaluation of success or failure depends not only on what you think (first person perspective) or on what an external observer might find (such as with the scientist in the Turing test), but it is a mixed internal-external perspective of which it would be hard to say that it was just yours or just the observer’s.
In an early study of one episode of Don Quijote, Dreyfus and his co-author James H. Broderick describe the culminative encounter of the knight with the curds and the lions.[16] It shows Don Quijote as both an idiot believing the curds which end up in his helmet to be his brains melting and a hero – inwardly, in taking on a situation which allows for heroism in his opinion; outwardly, in actually confronting two real, starving lions. Secondly, ‘capturing the ox’ means understanding that beyond instrumental mastery the situations are the background against which your performance shows up as heroic or idiotic. We all have a master, a strict teacher and an unyielding judge: reality.
In his most famous book, ‘All Things Shining’[17], culmination of his legendary lectures on ‘Man, God, Society’, written with his student Sean D. Kelly, Dreyfus reconstructs how we can find meaning in a secular age with the help of the classic works of our literary canon. The study is an elaborate genealogy and critique of monotheism which proposes as an alternative a ‘polytheistic’, that is, multi-realizable embodied and situationally sensitive account of meaning. In this book, ‘capturing the ox’ entails realizing that the meanings we find in situations can be exclusive of one another, that there is not just one, ‘monotheistic’, source of meaning. Meaning can be regained against modern alienation by allowing gods to shine on situations. This implies not perceiving oneself as author of affordance, but seeing affordance as emerging situationally, as though a god would illuminate the scene and make meaning (and the proper course of action) visible. Meaning is situationally distributed and realized in many values (gods) which can quarrel.









