I found a great reference to William James a while ago:
William
James once argued that every philosophic system sets out to conceal,
first of all, the philosopher’s own temperament: that pre-rational
bundle of preferences that urges him to hop on whatever logic-train
seems to be already heading in his general direction. This creates, as
James put it, “a certain insincerity in our philosophic discussions: the
potentest of all our premises is never mentioned … What the system
pretends to be is a picture of the great universe of God. What it is—and
oh so flagrantly!—is the revelation of how intensely odd the personal
flavor of some fellow creature is.”
It was in an article about Ayn Rand, of all places, in
New York Magazine.
In any case, it got me wondering what my temperamental prejudices are;
what I think gives me my intensely odd personal flavour. Not things that
I believe based on argument or logic or could in any way hope to
adequately defend, but the things I believe because I want to believe
them. Here is what I think they are:
- I resist any attempt to treat purity as a moral concept.
- I
have a deep prejudice against religious and moral promotion of
asceticism. No, damnit, I will not give up long hot showers to save the
planet or my soul!
- I always prefer bourgeois moral values. For
me, a world of Elinor Dashwoods is infinitely preferable to a world of
Holden Caulfields.
- I believe that there is nothing necessarily
ennobling about poverty and suffering. Suffering is an opportunity to
build character but a lot of people just become even more petty, mean
and selfish than they otherwise would be.
- I resolutely believe
that God loves us and wants the best for us. I appreciate that
tragedies happen and that they are often beyond the control of the
people they happen to but I believe that God wants us to be comfortable
and content. The normal human life is comedic not tragic. In fact, I
believe that if we are not currently happy, we have a moral obligation
to work towards being happy.
- I believe foolish people are
foolish, mad people are mad and children are childish. They do not go
around spouting deep truths that no one else can see and I get very
impatient with people who try to make it seem like foolish and mad
characters or children have profound lessons to teach us. They do not.
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