9 Aug 2013
Workout at 6:00 AM: 30 minutes included 100+ cycling moves, 75 lowrise steps and a five minute walk.
Later in the morning a 20 minute rackety row of about six centuries (1 century is 100 motions), ranging from zero+c (no) resistance “Tai Chi” movements with hands only (so labeled by Man-Zu the Physio supervisor when he saw me do that movement), leg movements only with or without “Yum Cha” moves (described earlier as sessions that in every five motion seek the physical limits of the rackety rail, pushing against it to the end of the track). Again felt very physically refreshed, and slightly ill.
But the good news about successful exercise (where the slightly ill feeling is benign) is countered by the tumor, which is now as large and as hard as its ever been and draining me in proportion. I don’t make it to the dayroom and I constantly either fall asleep for hours or get sidetracked on the Web.
I think the way you die from cancer is it drains you and you stop setting goals and then, you just drift away, without pain in my case owing to my Fentanyl patch and boosters, “as freezing persons recollect the Snow”. So, in order to see my grand-daughters some day, I have to constantly “goal up”; the cancer as I’ve observed elsewhere is nothing but a telos and so must be countered by telos. I am trying to fully update my to-do list while trying not to get sidetracked by seeing things undone that can be done, or seeing interesting to-do entries that inspire a Web search. At the same time I can do very interesting things in a sidetrack or subtask, therefore I don’t rule them out.
A former student occasionally shows up and just sits and listens to me talk. So I gave him, today, an impromptu lecture on the Critique of Pure Reason. I described the Transcendental Aesthetic as the relatively simple first section which shows (as Kant more simply says in the Prolegomena) that whatever time, space and their contents (known naively as objects) are, time and space are not objects and bear parallel relations to objects which have to be located in time and/or space. Time is “transcendent with respect to” its contents (events in time): all such events must be marked with time: space is “transcendent with respect to” its contents (objects in space) and all such objects have a space mark (x, y … z) with the number of subscripts being the number of dimensions in space (which Kant thought to be three of necessity).
Then I got into the infamous Deduction of the Categories, understanding of which separate the men from the boys but which is apparently impossible because of disagreements as to what the second part of the deduction means. The Categories, to Kant, were the only permissible forms of understanding enumerated using his (possibly outdated) schema. “Deducing” them means demonstrating that they would have no utility (no existence) were it not for the existence of “intersubjective transcendental apperception”:
More than one person can understand talk about the contents of experience considered as transcendental apperception.
They do not have to understand terms of art such as “transcendental” or “apperception”, they have to function given a set of conditions that obtain which enable that functioning while not knowing those conditions and they have to know, while having a perception that they each as individuals are having that perception.
They can intersubjectively say “I perceive an object colored red emitting an unpleasant smell” and be understood (if we must take a “linguistic turn”).
An evocative two-word “phrase of art” lacking the ugliness of many is used here and note that we make no apology for this creativity. The fundamental verb is “to transcend”, to be above a level that the transcend dance enables.
In the first part of the Transcendental Deduction, Kant establishes the “clue” to the second part, a sort of teaser, for in Kant studies one way to proceed is incorrectly, following here the partial and misrepresenting clue, just to get used to forward motion in the Kantian cognitive machine, which is at best a sort of Juggernaut, an 18th/19th century machine out of a tale by Baron Munchshausen or Jules Verne.
It’s like learning to drive. If you destroy the back of the garage with a Juggernaut, or your Dad’s car, you at a minimum have learned how to navigate and what not to do.
I have to end this post early but I promise to finish the Kant stuff at a minimum. This is because as a part of time management I have to end work activities at the proper end time.