Sartre’s distaste towards the “inner life” reached an extreme point in this book, where he puts forth a controversial thesis: that Ego is neither formally nor materially in the consciousness: it is outside, in the world. Sartre rejected introspection as an infallible way to lay claim on the existence of a personal inner self, he said that as an “impure act” because “…it presupposes a permanent state of hatred out from a single episode of disgust…” After demolishing the home base, he then conceived consciousness can be grasped intuitively and completely in a non-positional way. Eg: chasing-the-bus rather than I-am-chasing-bus. And so, the consciousness located in the world, it is an object in the transcendental space just like a chair in the physical space. Consciousness emanates towards the I synthetically, not from it. But what determines the direction of spontaneity of consciousness, in fact, who blows the breath of Ego? Ironically, Sartre had to recycle vocabulary from dogmatism he so despised such as, “…the relation of Ego to states, quality and action is a poetic production, a creation from ex nihilo….”
Sartre’s ideas are certainly well-thought, it draws a coherent map that makes you click with everything what he said. But he concluding as such, while succeeding in appeasing the immediate, he yet to solve the jarring loophole of his ideas. Who blows the breath? Would it suffice to end the book by saying that the Ego is an autonomous and sui generic spontaneity?
In answering this question, the thinker Sartre leaves as the poet Sartre enters. It is the hallmark of a poet to "lament" his fate rather than to "dissect" it. The Ego's function, according to this poet, is to serve to mask from consciousness from its own spontaneity. Yes, here you can feel the aura of him saying "...Man is condemned to be free...", or the more popular Rousseau's adage, "Men is born free, but everywhere he is in chains". Sartre is saying that "...consciousness takes fright of its own spontaneity, because it senses that it lies beyond freedom...". Man is free because he is spontaneous, but this freedom is ironically, beyond freedom because he can never master this spontaneity, because whatever or whenever he found himself, he already found himself anterior, in the world, bounded and in facticity. Poetic, yes. But can we take a statement of problem as an answer to life? I don't think so.
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2/7/23
How the wheel has turned. When I was reading Sartre about few years ago, and especially this book, I was thinking on how absurd his idea in denying the “inner life”. I put aside Sartre and the rest of his ideas as nihilistic, until recently.
My observation on neurotic patients has disclosed a uniform data: each of them had a kind of materialistic, opaque idea of the Self. Drawings by neurotics, in both children and adult populations, showed grim sketches of an isolated person. Sometimes, they even added shadings surrounding themselves, or placed the subject of the sketches in an enclosed room. They all resonated on the same idea of a trapped Self. By contrast, drawings by healthy children, or in depressed teenagers in remission, or currently in a better mood depicted themselves in multicolor sketches, and there is no drawings of an enclosed space. Instead, the subject of the drawings often depicted in an open landscape, or in between the hugs of people. And so, I started to formulate whether the former conception of Self played a role in the neuroticism in our age.
My brief excursion in history, as mentioned elsewhere, has revealed that this conception of the Self in a kind of materialistic sense is actually a modern product, instead of being derived from tried and true traditions and philosophy. Descartes initiated the entire movement, heralding the coming of Renaissance with his dictum, “I think, therefore I am”. Since then, the concept of “I am” has become the ghost behind every great Western thinkers, from Hegel down to Jaspers. Who is, or what is actually the true nature of this elusive entity “I am” is the Holy Grail behind every serious existentialist thinkers.
The hunt for the Ego eventually, reached the hands of Sartre. In this volume, he insisted that the “I am” is something that emerged in reflection, a retrospect entity in consciousness, instead of an a priori fact. Prior to reflection, according to Sartre, consciousness indeed maintains the consciousness of itself, but not positionally.
Sartre pointed out that the need for a transcendental I by the common people, is primarily due to the need of individuality. But at the level of transcendental, it is the intentionality that directs the synthesis of the experiences that give rise to the content of consciousness, without any need for a transcendental I. Whenever the bracketing by intentionality obtains its datum, the consciousness would be synthesised, without ever the need to resort to an I. Again and again, Sartre’s analysis found the I as a retrospect fact.
Sartre’s analysis pivoted on a basic observation that there exists two kinds of consciousness, the unreflected and the reflected. He found that most of the time, our consciousness is in the form of the former. For an example, whenever we run after a train etc, there is a consciousness of the tram-needing-to-be-caught etc; a non-positional consciousness of consciousness. It is in the unreflected consciousness arise the origin for the constitution of the unity of my consciousness, from which values, arises. But, nowhere in this primordial consciousness the I can be found. In Sartre’s words; “I have disappeared, I have annihilated myself”.
But, to deny the existence of the “inner life”, Sartre faced a humongous task to prove several things. They all can be summed up in how to explain the seemingly “inner” mechanism that is commonly done by the private self.
Regarding this Sartre resorted to explain the contents of the consciousness; state, qualities and actions. These three primordial aspects are Sartre’s idea of primary modes of the consciousness, i.e. whenever we thought of the role of the consciousness, we would think it as the spring for our volitions and actions.
Sartre observed that to say that I hate or love a person in a singular occasion of consciousness of revulsion or attraction is to perform an infinitization of assumption; of which cannot be logically given in that single consciousness in that one moment; thus a transcendental act. It is certain that Peter repulses me, Sartre said, but it is and will always remain doubtful whether I hate him; this goes beyond the power of reflection; it is impure even. But due to the demand of the hatred for it to be the origin and the primordial, it is being framed as the prior to the consciousness of repulsion. The result would be that repulsion seemed to emanate from hatred, instead of the opposite way. Thus Sartre explained away the states of the transcendent pole of synthetic unity without the need of the personal I; from misappropriation of relations.
Actions, on the other hand, are the noematic unity of a stream of consciousness, while at the same time being a concrete realization. Actions appear to both the consciousness and the World sides. Actions, according to Sartre, requires time to be carried out, naturally there are sections and moments from which arises reflective consciousness that displays itself as the active principal.
Several times of constancies of states would naturally be unified and then tasked with a psychical disposition for the Self to produce them. The relation between qualities and actions are thought to be relation of actualization.
To wit, the entire inward character of the Ego and thus its transcendence are explained by its intimacy. Reflection allows an inwardness that closed into itself; it is understood as being intimate and privy due to its inwardness. But this intimacy actually are viewed from outside due to very fact that reflective consciousness is a second-order consciousness that need to be manufactured posteriorly. The neurotic manufactures this inward sense of Ego, at every instance of grief he turned inward and was surprised each time to see the opaque nature of its own Ego. This sense of intimacy is certainly a passive partner; we can elicit whether we are lazy or hardworking by asking around us, but no answer at all would be offered by asking the resident ego; except if we deals the memory objectively, as if I am dealing with another person. In a similar vein, Wittgenstein countered against the argument of the private language that seemed to be an argument in supporting of an inward Ego. He sufficiently disproved it, and satisfactorily said that the best picture of the soul is the face itself. The intimacy of Ego, thus, seemed to yield everything, but its lack of distinctness in reality, yields nothing.