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- Apr 8, 2018
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I feel like destroying pro life arguments.
I love the French philosopher Camus's writings on the absurd, but I always found his stance on suicide (which is pro-life) troubling; however, I could never really provide a counter-argument. Perhaps you can? Below is an excerpt from 3.1 Suicide as a Response to Absurdity from the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy entry on him.
"There is only one really serious philosophical problem," Camus says, "and that is suicide. Deciding whether or not life is worth living is to answer the fundamental question in philosophy. All other questions follow from that" (MS, 3). One might object that suicide is neither a "problem" nor a "question," but an act. A proper, philosophical question might rather be: "Under what conditions is suicide warranted?" And a philosophical answer might explore the question, "What does it mean to ask whether life is worth living?" as William James did in The Will to Believe. For the Camus of The Myth of Sisyphus, however, "Should I kill myself?" is the essential philosophical question. For him, it seems clear that the primary result of philosophy is action, not comprehension. His concern about "the most urgent of questions" is less a theoretical one than it is the life-and-death problem of whether and how to live.
Camus sees this question of suicide as a natural response to an underlying premise, namely that life is absurd in a variety of ways. As we have seen, both the presence and absence of life (i.e., death) give rise to the condition: it is absurd to continually seek meaning in life when there is none, and it is absurd to hope for some form of continued existence after death given that the latter results in our extinction. But Camus also thinks it absurd to try to know, understand, or explain the world, for he sees the attempt to gain rational knowledge as futile. Here Camus pits himself against science and philosophy, dismissing the claims of all forms of rational analysis: "That universal reason, practical or ethical, that determinism, those categories that explain everything are enough to make a decent man laugh" (MS, 21).
These kinds of absurdity are driving Camus's question about suicide, but his way of proceeding evokes another kind of absurdity, one less well-defined, namely, the "absurd sensibility" (MS, 2, tr. changed). This sensibility, vaguely described, seems to be "an intellectual malady" (MS, 2) rather than a philosophy. He regards thinking about it as "provisional" and insists that the mood of absurdity, so "widespread in our age" does not arise from, but lies prior to, philosophy. Camus's diagnosis of the essential human problem rests on a series of "truisms" (MS, 18) and "obvious themes" (MS, 16). But he doesn't argue for life's absurdity or attempt to explain it—he is not interested in either project, nor would such projects engage his strength as a thinker. "I am interested … not so much in absurd discoveries as in their consequences" (MS, 16). Accepting absurdity as the mood of the times, he asks above all whether and how to live in the face of it. "Does the absurd dictate death" (MS, 9)? But he does not argue this question either, and rather chooses to demonstrate the attitude towards life that would deter suicide. In other words, the main concern of the book is to sketch ways of living our lives so as to make them worth living despite their being meaningless.
According to Camus, people commit suicide "because they judge life is not worth living" (MS, 4). But if this temptation precedes what is usually considered philosophical reasoning, how to answer it? In order to get to the bottom of things while avoiding arguing for the truth of his statements, he depicts, enumerates, and illustrates. As he says in The Rebel, "the absurd is an experience that must be lived through, a point of departure, the equivalent, in existence, of Descartes's methodical doubt" (R, 4). The Myth of Sisyphus seeks to describe "the elusive feeling of absurdity" in our lives, rapidly pointing out themes that "run through all literatures and all philosophies" (MS, 12). Appealing to common experience, he tries to render the flavor of the absurd with images, metaphors, and anecdotes that capture the experiential level he regards as lying prior to philosophy.
He begins doing so with an implicit reference to Sartre's novel, Nausea, which echoes the protagonist Antoine Roquentin's discovery of absurdity. Camus had earlier written that this novel's theories of absurdity and its images are not in balance. The descriptive and the philosophical aspects of the novel "don't add up to a work of art: the passage from one to the other is too rapid, too unmotivated, to evoke in the reader the deep conviction that makes art of the novel" (Camus 1968, 200). But in this 1938 review Camus praises Sartre's descriptions of absurdity, the sense of anguish and nausea that arises as the ordinary structures imposed on existence collapse in Antoine Roquentin's life. As Camus now presents his own version of the experience, "the stage sets collapse. Rising, streetcar, four hours in the office or the factory, meal, streetcar, four hours of work, meal, sleep, and Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday and Sunday according to the same rhythm …" (MS, 12–3). As this continues, one slowly becomes fully conscious and senses the absurd.
Not sure if this counts, but my dad told me he would never forgive me. When you read in-between the lines it's fucked. I won't be forgiven for trying everything I could? and eventually doing the one thing that will allow me to longer feel like I do?
I'm not berating him, he's a good man, and of course he doesn't know the arguments for pro choice. (Whole family has been affected by my brothers suicide)
I don't want forgiveness, I want understanding.
" suicide is selfish, you merely transfer your pain to your loved ones." This one always gets me and makes me guilty.
They transfer it on me first and I have no problem giving it back. I dont owe anyone my existence certainly not them.
I guess we are in different age brackets. I am 48 and can't bring myself to blame my parents ( they are long gone in any case), but only to blame myself for the pain it would bring to my loved ones, my son in particular.
I wish I could, my family have never been the talking type, not long ago...wait over a year a go now I turned up at their place in tears telling them they need to call someone, they were kinda useless, never checked up on me really. Its just one of those things I guess.Your dad played Frankenstein brought you a sentiment being into existence without your consent, you dislike like life so much you want to kill yourself and he has the audacity to tell you he won't forgive you for killing yourself?!
Have you tried talking to him/ telling him exactly how you feel?
Define pro life. I just say what I think so if I don't think that person should die I'll tell them. If not encouraging suicide because someone lost their toothbrush makes me pro life so be it I don't care. The bigger concern should be someone who'd encourage thatI feel like destroying pro life arguments.
"Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem"
Spoiler alert: Suicide is a permanent solution to my permanent problem.