Beautiful Sensibility

Beauty 1I’ve been thinking about beauty this past week, thanks, in part, to my friend Ben. This is a good time for this, because Tennessee is about to turn its most beautiful, so I am sitting behind an abandoned restaurant, listening to, feeling the spray from, and watching an old fountain, watching the sun play, and thinking about beauty.

There are a lot of theories out there, and then there are people who create beauty and people who enjoy beauty without any needed assistance from philosophers like me.
Among the theories, a powerful one is what I will call the Classical Ideal.snow angel It finds a high expression in Plato, but also owes a great deal to Pythagoras, and, outside of them both, animated ancient art. For these lovers of beauty, beauty is an ideal, a perfection, something we try to capture in art, we aim for in art, and which we cannot find in nature. We have an innate sense of what this ideal beauty would be, and we consider things beautiful to the extent that they come close to reflecting this ideal. This ideal is closely tied to balance and proportion and harmony, and can, in many cases be expressed mathematically. The sculptures of Polykleitos are an example of this; in a pleasing, beautiful face, the distance between the eyes is a set proportion to the face as a whole, and a certain position in the face, and the length of the body, the size of the chest, the width of the hips, the length of the legs…

Oh, Mathematics: you naughty bugger!

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABy contrast to this calm balance of rules, the Romantic view of art aims precisely to tear loose, to suggest power and passion that is not even expressible in conscious thought, let alone within the surgical precision of math. The wild emotion of beauty in art or in nature takes us beyond the calm, placid, everyday, into the cosmos as a whole, the mind of God, or our own subconscious.

I’m not sure which of those is bigger, or which of those is darker; my subconscious, however, requires less storage space.

I find beauty in the cool, crisp, rational lines of Greek architecture, and I also find beauty in the stormy passionate upheaval of Wagner’s Liebestod. They are both beautiful, but beautiful differently.

What, then, is beauty? What makes both of these beautiful, as well as “an exhilarating sunset, an expressive smile, a tranquil view,” or good company, or rest at the end of the day, or even, Joe Frogger ginger cookies?

I don’t know what it is in the objects themselves that makes them beautiful, although somehow it seems to be in the object itself, so that we can expect it to have that effect upon others. Beauty affects us deeply in the mind, so that we can talk about balance or about movement, or about color or about tone. It also affects us deeply in the heart, and can move us to tears or euphoria, to laughter or to passion.
However, it affects us through the senses; beauty is not a thing of the mind or of the emotions, but something we experience through sight and sound and touch, perhaps even through smell and taste and other senses.

A rose is beautiful.Beauty 2

A rose looks beautiful–the gradual fading of colors into different shades, the gentle folding and unfolding petals turning in upon each other, turning out towards the world, circling into a tight center.

A rose smells beautiful–the soft clean smell of the lazy, sunlit life within the folds of the petals, a sweetness more complex than sugar, a smell perfumists try to capture, but which becomes cloying and sickening if imitated.

A rose feels beautiful–the pink, red or white surfaces so soft to the touch, resisting yet falling back, so soft to each caress, so milky smooth, and yet so fragile.

Certainly, a rose can represent or be a simile or be a symbol of something else, but its beauty is not suggestive of something absent, but of the present, of the here and now. The beauty of the rose acts upon our senses–it itself is beautiful, and this beauty strikes us to the core.

Beauty may seem like it has a purpose, but it can be an end in itself, because it really is one of the few worthwhile ends we can find.

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Sense and Nonsense

We all have weird little things that annoy us.
I realize that we language freaks live in a different world than most people. I try not to wince when people use whom and who incorrectly, and I try not to slap folks who use impact as a verb.
I realize that we foodies live in a different world than the most people. Your loss.
I realize that we philosophers live in a different world than the most people. I try not to wince when people confuse strong arguments with valid arguments, and simply giggle to myself when folks describe things as being phenomenal. However, we all have issues we feel must be addressed, and the time has come (the walrus said) to talk of one such thing.

Looking at some children’s books the other day, I was shocked. Isn’t it about time we told children the truth instead of filling their impressionable young minds with half-truths and fable? Science isn’t scary; ignorance is what is scary.

I saw some brand new picture books about the five senses.

NONSENSE!

Let me make one thing perfectly clear: there are more than five senses. With only five senses, you couldn’t even get out of bed in the morning. For one thing, without equilibrioception, the senses which give you feedback on your equilibrium, you couldn’t get up at all. Without the sense of proprioception, the sense of bodily location, you wouldn’t even know if you were up.

Scientists disagree on how many senses we actually have, but depending on how you eyes1parse them, we have anywhere between 13 and four dozen. What I mean by parsing is this: we would all agree that we have a sense we call sight. Is color perception the same sense as light perception, or are these two (within the eye, there are two distinct structures which provide each) separate senses? Is depth perception, which couples visual input with an awareness of the angle of the eyes in relationship to each other a separate sense?

Similarly, are the five different types of mouth taste—sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and umami—all one sense, or are these five senses?smell

We know very little about smell, in large part because it is so complex. Odd that taste, which is relatively simple, is broken down into 5 different sensations, but smell, which is tremendously complex, is left as just one sense. I believe my dog, who can sniff a storm on the wind, would beg to differ.

hearing1Hearing is also mysterious, and from a phenomenological perspective fascinating, since it includes speed and frequency and duration—it is the closest we come to sensing time directly.

For folks who persist in the notion that there are only 5 senses, everything else is touch. Yet even for the common view of touch, is using my fingerstouch1 to sense the roughness of jagged granite, the pressure of a hand squeeze, and the temperature of the water in the dishrag bucket them same sense? If I were to feed you a grape, when you feel the pressure and give of it against your teeth as you bite into it, or when you feel the warmth of my breath against your cheek, or the gentle brush of my fingers across the back of your knee, are these all the same sense or are they different senses?

These, though, are only the outwardly directed senses. We in Western cultures are terribly forgetful of the body (you might not be at the moment, since I just tickled the back of your knee, but we as a culture are—trust me. And don’t get me started about Platonism). Most of the nerves we have are involved in provided us with feedback about our own bodies—even though these sensations often do not register consciously. When you kick me under the table (probably because I touched your knee), you will not have to look to see where your leg is—proprioception will let you sense where it is. This is useful if you drop something (your napkin, the Romanov jewels we lifted earlier that evening), have to locate it by feeling around with your foot, and then reach down—knowing where it is because you just felt it and knew where your foot was—you reach down your hand and pick it up.

Frazz Proprioception

If you don’t read Frazz, you should; It’s one of the best cartoons out there.

In particular these kinesthetic senses are important because they allow the body to be the base from which all other senses operate. The kinesthetic sense of eye movement and adjustment is an important part of visual perception. Knowing where are body is allows the sense of touch to be effective. Body awareness allows us to integrate the external senses into a coherent awareness of our world. I have a good friend (Hey, Mel) who spends a great deal of time each day, each week retraining children who have an inadequate kinesthetic sense—an inability to be aware of where there body is. These senses can go haywire, and when they do, it affects everything.

How about temperature? You can sense the temperature of the air around you, but you can also sense your internal temperature. There is a tremendous difference in the different ways of sensing pain—pain on your skin (Cutaneous nociception), pain in your bones or joints (Somatic nociception), or internal organ pain (Visceral nociception). Nausea is sensed, but doesn’t fall neatly into any of the traditional 5 external senses, but also seems different from the pain of a stomach ache or a gut punch. Hunger is similarly sensed, but is a radically different feeling, and can be sensed either as a feeling of the stomach, or as a feeling of needing to eat, which is more realted to how the body feels in general. So many of these senses are vital to our survival, yet we don’t think of them as at all worthy of attention.

So enjoy your senses. Focus upon one at a time. Play with how many of them are involved in enjoying your meal tonight at the Bistro. They are all sensual–proprioception seems rather dull, but the sensation of dancing is magnificent. Equilibrioception is mundane, but we love playing games with it on swings and rollercoasters. Your senses are a wonder, but even this mystery pales beside the great mystery of how the mind puts them all together, and the greatest mystery of you being you.315signature