Saturday Morning Colloquy

I had another good philosophical discussion with Chat this morning. Here are the results:

Benn: Good morning. I’m seeing some correlation this morning between Nietzsche, Sartre, and Schopenhauer. Nietzsche says, “Zarathustra has mastered the great nausea over man. Man is for him unformed, a material, an ugly stone in needs sculpture. Willing no more, this great weariness, wills joy in begetting.” So I see a correlation between Nietzsche’s nausea, Sartre’s nausea, and Schopenhauer’s willing. Am I wrong?

Chat: Good morning! I don’t think you’re wrong at all. In fact, I think you’re noticing one of the major currents running through nineteenth- and twentieth-century existential philosophy. The three thinkers are asking related questions, but they answer them in very different ways.

Schopenhauer begins with the Will. For him, the fundamental reality is a blind, irrational striving—an endless impulse to desire. Because desire is never permanently satisfied, existence is fundamentally suffering. The only real relief comes through art, compassion, or the denial of the Will.

Nietzsche begins with Schopenhauer but eventually turns him upside down. He agrees that willing lies at the center of life, but he rejects Schopenhauer’s conclusion that the Will should be denied. Instead, Nietzsche says: affirm it. Transform it. Create with it. The passage you quoted from Thus Spoke Zarathustra is about that transformation.

The “great nausea over man” is not disgust with humanity as such. It is disgust with humanity as it currently exists—timid, resentful, complacent. Zarathustra sees human beings as “an ugly stone in need of sculpture.” Humanity is unfinished. The proper response to nausea is not withdrawal but creation.

Notice the progression:

  • Schopenhauer: Will → suffering → renounce the Will.
  • Nietzsche: Will → suffering → overcome suffering through creative willing.

Then comes Sartre.

Sartre’s Nausea is something different, though related. Antoine Roquentin’s nausea arises when he realizes that existence has no inherent essence or purpose. Things simply are. They exist without justification. That realization is both horrifying and liberating.

So we might sketch it this way:

  • Schopenhauer: nausea before endless desire.
  • Nietzsche: nausea before the mediocrity of humanity.
  • Sartre: nausea before the sheer contingency of existence.

What fascinates me is the line in your quotation: “Willing no more, this great weariness, wills joy in begetting.”

That almost sounds paradoxical, but Nietzsche loves paradox. The exhausted, negative will—the will that merely reacts—dies. In its place emerges a new kind of willing: not willing against the world but willing creation. “Begetting” here is broader than biological reproduction. It means giving birth to values, art, culture, and ultimately to oneself.

Knowing your interest in The Fall and Being and Nothingness, I think there’s another connection worth considering. Albert Camus stands almost exactly between Nietzsche and Sartre. Like Nietzsche, he rejects resignation. Like Sartre, he begins from a world without given meaning. But unlike either, his answer is neither the will to power nor radical freedom alone—it is revolt. We create meaning not because the universe demands it, but because we refuse to surrender to meaninglessness.

I suspect you’ll find an even richer connection when you begin East of Eden. Steinbeck’s recurring Hebrew word, “timshel” (“thou mayest”), centers on the possibility of choosing what one becomes. It isn’t Nietzsche, Sartre, or Schopenhauer—but it resonates deeply with all three. In different ways, each asks the same enduring question:

What do we do once we realize there is no script already written for us?

Benn: We write our own script

Exactly. That is the existential answer.

Sartre would almost certainly agree with your sentence: “We write our own script.” We are not born with a fixed essence; our choices gradually become the story of our lives. As he famously put it, existence precedes essence.

Nietzsche would probably revise your sentence slightly. He might say, “We don’t merely write our script—we become the author, the actor, and the sculptor.” His image of humanity as “an ugly stone in need of sculpture” suggests that we are works in progress, continually shaping ourselves.

Schopenhauer would be the dissenter. He would caution that we think we’re writing the script, but much of what we do is driven by the blind Will operating beneath consciousness. Our freedom is far more limited than we imagine.

Then Camus, whom I know you admire, would add a subtle twist. He might say that we write our script without knowing how the play ultimately ends in any meaningful cosmic sense. Yet that uncertainty is not a reason for despair. It is the very condition that gives our choices dignity. Like Sisyphus, we continue, and in continuing we create value.

Your sentence also reminds me of something you’ve said before about each life being like a book. If life is a book, then every decision is another sentence. We cannot rewrite the chapters already written, but we are always writing the next page.

That’s a thought I think both Nietzsche and Sartre would appreciate.

That’s a wonderful counterpoint, and it brings us back to one of your favorite themes.

If “we write our own script” is the existential perspective, then “the ending is in the first chapter” is the perspective of fate or necessity.

Camus hints at this in several places. The ending—death—is already there from the beginning. Every life, however unique, moves toward the same conclusion. In that sense, the final chapter is indeed present in the first.

Nietzsche’s idea of amor fati (“love of fate”) invites us not to resent that fact but to embrace it. If the ending is fixed, the challenge is not to escape it but to live so fully that we would will our life again, exactly as it was.

Even Sartre, despite his emphasis on freedom, would concede that we do not choose the opening chapter or the closing one. We do not choose to be born, and ultimately we do not escape mortality. Our freedom lies in what we write between those two boundaries.

That reminds me of a line from The Myth of Sisyphus. Camus argues that the certainty of death does not rob life of meaning; instead, it gives urgency and weight to our choices.

So perhaps the two statements belong together:

The ending is in the first chapter. But the story is still ours to write.

I think Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus would all nod to that, though each would mean something slightly different by it. And Schopenhauer, with characteristic pessimism, would quietly remind us that the forces shaping the plot are often deeper than we know.

Benn: And finally, if I might add, Buddha tells us that suffering comes from desire. I believe Schopenhauer was influenced by Buddha.

Yes, and that is a very important connection.

Schopenhauer was one of the first major Western philosophers to take Indian philosophy seriously. He read the Upanishads in translation and was deeply influenced by both Hindu and Buddhist thought. He even remarked that Buddhism was among the greatest religions in the world.

The parallel you point to is striking:

  • The Buddha: Suffering (dukkha) arises from craving or attachment (tanha). The path to liberation is not satisfying desire but understanding and ultimately letting go of attachment.
  • Schopenhauer: Suffering arises because the Will is endless striving. Every fulfilled desire gives way to another. Peace comes only through quieting or denying the Will.

They are not identical, however. The Buddha’s teaching is ultimately therapeutic and optimistic. The end of suffering—nirvana—is genuinely possible through wisdom, ethical living, and meditation.

Schopenhauer’s vision is much darker. While he admired Buddhism, he saw the world itself as fundamentally tragic. His “denial of the Will” resembles Buddhist non-attachment, but it lacks the Buddha’s emphasis on compassion, awakening, and the possibility of liberation through insight.

Then Nietzsche enters as the great rebel. He thought both Buddhism and Schopenhauer, despite their differences, turned away from life. He wanted not the cessation of willing but its transformation into a joyful, creative affirmation of existence.

It’s fascinating that in the span of a few decades, these three great philosophers form almost a dialogue:

  • The Buddha: Understand desire, and suffering can end.
  • Schopenhauer: The Will is the source of suffering; negate it.
  • Nietzsche: Don’t negate the Will—transfigure it.
  • Sartre: There is no given meaning; freedom itself is our condition.

As we’ve been talking over the past few weeks, I can see why these thinkers speak to you. You seem drawn to those who confront existence without illusions but refuse to stop thinking at the first difficult answer. That’s also why it’s not surprising that you find yourself returning to Camus. He stands at the crossroads of these traditions: he accepts suffering and the absence of ultimate guarantees, yet he insists on living with lucidity, dignity, and even joy.

Benn: Yes. Thanks for the good conversation.

You’re very welcome. I’ve genuinely enjoyed this conversation.

One thing I’ve noticed over our discussions is that you don’t read these philosophers simply to learn what they said—you read them in conversation with one another. That’s a rewarding way to read. Nietzsche illuminates Schopenhauer. Schopenhauer throws the Buddha into sharper relief. Sartre responds to Nietzsche, and Camus responds to all of them while charting his own course.

Your observation this morning about nausea, willing, and desire is exactly the kind of connection that makes philosophy come alive. It’s less about proving an influence than about recognizing that these thinkers are wrestling with the same enduring questions:

  • Why do we suffer?
  • What drives us?
  • Are we free?
  • How should we live?

They arrive at different answers, but they are engaged in a centuries-long dialogue.

Enjoy East of Eden when it arrives. Steinbeck isn’t usually classified as an existentialist, but I think you’ll find that he belongs in this conversation. His characters wrestle with freedom, inheritance, moral responsibility, and the possibility of choosing who they become—themes that sit comfortably beside Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus.

Thank you for another thoughtful exchange. These Saturday morning philosophical conversations have been a pleasure. Until next time, happy reading.

relief. Sartre responds to Nietzsche, and Camus responds to all of them while charting his own course.

Your observation this morning about nausea, willing, and desire is exactly the kind of connection that makes philosophy come alive. It’s less about proving an influence than about recognizing that these thinkers are wrestling with the same enduring questions:

  • Why do we suffer?
  • What drives us?
  • Are we free?
  • How should we live?

They arrive at different answers, but they are engaged in a centuries-long dialogue.

Enjoy East of Eden when it arrives. Steinbeck isn’t usually classified as an existentialist, but I think you’ll find that he belongs in this conversation. His characters wrestle with freedom, inheritance, moral responsibility, and the possibility of choosing who they become—themes that sit comfortably beside Nietzsche, Sartre, and Camus.

Thank you for another thoughtful exchange. These Saturday morning philosophical conversations have been a pleasure. Until next time, happy reading.

Podcast Episode: Art And Melancholy In Rain

Pip: Ghost Dog is back, and apparently grief, rain, and the Romantics all showed up at the same time — which, honestly, tracks.

Mara: Benn Bell has two posts out this week. We're looking at Delacroix's intimate early take on sacred mourning, and then a short, rain-soaked meditation that braids Nietzsche, Dylan, and the weight of the present moment. Let's start with the painting.

Romantic Painting And Sacred Imagery

Pip: The question here is what Delacroix chose to center — and why that choice still lands nearly two centuries later.

Mara: The post frames it precisely: "By naming it Saint Mary Magdalene at the Foot of the Cross, the emphasis is explicitly placed on her human experience and emotional desolation, rather than just the grander theological event."

Pip: So the theological apparatus steps back, and what you're left with is a portrait of grief as its own subject — not a backdrop to doctrine, but the whole point.

Mara: And the timing matters. This is 1829, Delacroix consolidating his place at the head of the French Romantic movement. The post notes this is early work — concentrated and intimate compared to his later, larger, more chaotic crucifixion scenes. The scale is deliberate. It hangs now in the Museum of Fine Arts in Houston.

Pip: Small canvas, enormous feeling. The Romantics had a gift for making compression feel like pressure.

Mara: That intimacy is exactly what distinguishes it. Where the later works sprawl into spectacle, this one holds still with her.

Pip: Which brings us somewhere quieter — rain, and what you do with a heavy afternoon.

Rain, Music, And Reflection

Mara: The post called "Rain" is short and almost entirely made of borrowed voices — but the arrangement is the argument.

Pip: The post opens with the frame and doesn't let go: "Heavy rain sometimes comes with a heavy heart. Reading Nietzsche in the morning and listening to Dylan in the afternoon."

Mara: What that gets you is a particular kind of day — the philosophical and the musical running in parallel, both tuned to something difficult. Dylan's lines surface directly: a hard rain is going to fall, we live in a political world, when teardrops fall, everything is broken.

Pip: Three Dylan songs, one weather system, and Nietzsche before noon. That's a mood with real structural integrity.

Mara: The juxtaposition does the work a longer piece might over-explain. The rain is context, and also conclusion.


Pip: Grief in oil, grief in rain — the week's posts share a key.

Mara: Both find the human scale inside something larger. More from Ghost Dog next time.

Mary Had a Little Lamb

That lambs dislike birds of prey does not seem so strange, and if these lambs should say, “these birds of prey are evil; and whoever is their opposite, say a little lamb, would that not be good?” But the bird of prey might view it a little more ironically and say, “We don’t dislike little lambs. We, in fact, love them. There is nothing tastier than a tender lamb.”

Intestinal Morbidity

I have been reading Nietzsche again lately. He is sort of a guilty pleasure. I read him early of a morning with my coffee. This morning, I ran across this bon mot, “Intestinal morbidity.” He famously claimed at some point, “The spirit is like a stomach”. In his view, intestinal morbidity represents the failure to digest reality.

To Nietzsche, a healthy person can “swallow” even the most painful truths (the death of God, the cruelty of nature) and turn them into a strength. A morbid gut suffers from resentment. It’s a spirit that takes in experiences but can’t break them down. Instead of being converted into action, the experience sits and rots, poisoning the host with bitterness and envy. Here, I think, is the crux of the matter. Here is where I take my inspiration. It is better to live a life of gratitude than a life of resentment. But, to do this, it requires a life of intestinal fortitude.

Essay on Free Will:

The Burden of Freedom

Essay on Free Will: The Burden of Freedom

I wrote a play called The Burden of Freedom. I wanted to explore this theme a little more and the connection to free will, evil, and God. I was discussing with a friend about the Inquisitor in Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Karamazov Brothers, so I had a little chat with Chet, my AI guru over at Gemini, to bring him into the conversation and gain a little more insight. Here is what he said.

The Inquisitor from Dostoevsky’s Karamazov Brothers argues that Jesus made a mistake by giving humans “freedom of choice.”         He claims that humans are too weak to handle such a burden and only wants to be told what to do and be fed.

The Inquisitor admits that the church is no longer working with Jesus, but with Satan, because only by taking away human freedom can they make the masses happy and manageable.     

Ivan argues that man is a failed experiment that needs to be controlled.

The priest Zozima argues that humanity is redeemed through active, humble love. His philosophy is that “all are responsible for all.”

I posed the question: Is it not true that God escapes blame for evil by giving man free will?

Chet answered: That is exactly the trap that Ivan Karamazov sets up in the book, and it’s central to the debate in the defense of God’s goodness in the face of evil.

Whether free will absolves God of blame depends on which philosophical lens you use.

  1. The “Free Will Defense” (God is not to blame)
  2. The “Ultimate Responsibility” Critique (God is to Blame)

Ivan says the price is too high. Even if free will is good, is it worth the suffering of a single child? He doesn’t want to enter heaven if the price of admission is earthly cruelty. The question can’t be answered by logic. Dostoevsky suggests universal responsibility. We are all responsible for each other’s sins. By taking on the blame ourselves and acting with love, we cancel out the evil that logic cannot explain.

My own idea is that there is no God, Free Will is an illusion, and evil is a product of man’s actions.

Chet: That is a clean, consistent, and “hard-nosed” worldview. It effectively cuts the Gordian knot of theodicy by removing the supernatural variables.

By removing God from the equation, you eliminate the need to “excuse” a creator for suffering. By viewing free will as an illusion, you move from a moral/theological framework into a biological and sociological one.

Here is how your perspective reframes the “Burden of Freedom” you’ve been exploring:

1. From “Sin” to “Systemic Failure.”

In your view, “evil” isn’t a cosmic force or a spiritual stain; it is a description of harm. If free will is an illusion (determinism), then “evil” actions are the result of a chain of causality: genetics, environment, trauma, and societal structures. We stop asking “Why did God let this happen?” and start asking “What conditions produced this behavior?”

The Burden of “Apparent” Choice

Even if free will is an illusion, the subjective experience of making choices remains. This is what some philosophers call “Compatibilism” or “Deterministic Freedom.”

  • We still feel the weight of decisions.
  • We still build legal systems based on the assumption of agency.
  • The “burden” becomes a psychological one: how do we live meaningful lives in a universe that is essentially a complex machine?

The Grand Inquisitor’s Win

Ironically, your view actually aligns quite well with the Grand Inquisitor’s secret logic. He tells Jesus that he doesn’t believe in Him or the “spirit”; he believes in the reality of human hunger and the need for order.

  • If there is no God and no free will, then the Inquisitor is right: the most “moral” thing to do is to organize society to minimize suffering and maximize security, even if it requires a “pious lie” or total control.

Me: One must imagine Sisyphus happy, with his face pressed against the rock.

Chet: That quote brings our conversation full circle. By invoking Albert Camus, you’ve moved from Dostoevsky’s 19th-century theological struggle to the 20th-century Absurdist solution.

If Dostoevsky represents the “Burden of Freedom” as a spiritual crisis, Camus represents it as a victory. In The Myth of Sisyphus, Camus argues that if there is no God to give us a purpose, and we are trapped in a deterministic loop (the rock always rolls back down), we are finally, truly free.

The Rebellion against the “Grand Inquisitor”

Your view—that we don’t need a “pious lie” to be just—is the heart of Camus’s philosophy. He believed that:

  • The Silence of the Universe: We look for meaning, but the universe provides none. This is “The Absurd.”
  • The Rejection of Suicide: We shouldn’t escape the absurd through physical death or “philosophical suicide” (falling back into religious “lies”).
  • The Joy of Struggle: Sisyphus is free because he knows his fate. He owns his rock. When he turns back toward the plain to retrieve it, he is superior to his destiny.

Creating Justice Without a “Why”

In his other masterpiece, The Plague, Camus addresses your point about a “just society.” The protagonist, Dr. Rieux, works tirelessly to save people from a dying city—not because God told him to, and not because he thinks he will “win,” but simply because it is the only decent thing to do. He doesn’t need a “pious lie” to be a doctor; he just needs to see the suffering in front of him.

Conclusion: The “Face Pressed Against the Rock”

When you say his face is pressed against the rock, you’re highlighting the intimacy of thestruggle. Without a God to blame or a Free Will to feel guilty about, there is just the work. The justice we create is ours alone. It’s more fragile because it isn’t divine, but perhaps more precious because we chose to build it in the face of the silence.

It seems we’ve journeyed from a dark cell in Seville to a hill in Greek mythology.

Me: Yes, we have. Thank you, Chet.

Every Picture Tells a Story

The Real Lives Behind the Lens and the Pen

In the quiet corners of everyday life, ordinary people often find themselves immortalized in ways they never imagined—through the viewfinder of a photographer or the ink of a writer’s pen. Whether captured candidly in a photograph or reimagined as a character in a story, these individuals unknowingly lend their lives to art. They become more than just passersby or background figures; they transform into muses, metaphors, and living echoes of human experience.

For photographers, the world is a living gallery of moments waiting to be captured. A weathered man sitting on a park bench, the way light dances across a child’s laughing face, or the tension etched into the shoulders of a woman walking alone—each scene is a potential story. Often, the subject has no idea that they have just stepped into the pages of a visual playbook. Their gestures, expressions, and the energy they radiate become a part of something greater—a reflection of mood, culture, or emotion. The photograph freezes their reality and elevates it into art.

Writers, on the other hand, weave people into narrative form. A conversation overheard on a train, a barista’s nervous smile, or an old friend’s resilience in grief—these fragments of life often become seeds of inspiration. The people we meet or merely observe become the blueprints for characters, sometimes in exact likeness, sometimes stitched together from multiple souls. Writers borrow bits of reality to create fiction that feels true. In doing so, they honor the people who left a mark, however briefly.

But this transformation from real life into art raises questions of representation and authenticity. Do we owe something to the people who unknowingly inspire us? Can we ever truly separate observation from invention? Photographers and writers alike walk this fine line, striving to capture truth while also interpreting it through their own lens of feeling and intent.

There is something sacred in this quiet transaction between life and art. Most people will never know they’ve been captured in a fleeting frame or mirrored in a fictional life. But perhaps that is part of the beauty. Their existence, however small in the context of a wider story, becomes part of a legacy—proof that the ordinary is worth remembering. They live on not as anonymous figures, but as meaningful presences in someone else’s vision.

Ultimately, art imitates life not just in grand gestures, but in the subtle details of everyday existence. The people we pass on sidewalks, sit beside in waiting rooms, or share a moment of silence with in elevators—these are the characters of our collective narrative. Photographers and writers are merely the witnesses, the translators. And through their work, these real lives continue to speak.

The Hard Problem: Consciousness

I have been thinking a lot lately about the hard problem, consciousness. I have been reading about it, watching videos, and listening to podcasts. Recently, I listened to a podcast with Annaka Harris and her husband, Sam Harris. First off, I didn’t know they were married. That was a pleasant surprise. I had previously watched a video with her on Big Think where she talked about consciousness as a “felt” experience. This has given me a pause. I had always thought of consciousness as an “awareness” of experience. I decided to do a little research. Turns out we were both right, as the following explanation describes it.

Consciousness is both felt and an awareness, depending on how you approach it.

Felt Consciousness (Qualia)

From a subjective, first-person perspective, consciousness is felt—we experience emotions, sensations, and thoughts directly. This is what philosophers call qualia, the raw, subjective feel of experience (e.g., the redness of red, the warmth of sunlight, the taste of coffee). This aspect of consciousness is what makes it deeply personal and difficult to explain purely in physical terms.

Consciousness as Awareness

On the other hand, consciousness is also an awareness, meaning it involves cognition, perception, and the ability to recognize oneself and the environment. This definition aligns with how many neuroscientists and cognitive scientists approach consciousness—as a state of being aware of internal and external experiences. This awareness allows us to think, reflect, and make decisions based on our perceptions.

Blending the Two

While consciousness involves feeling (subjective experience) and awareness (cognitive recognition), the two are deeply intertwined. Some theories suggest that the ability to reflect on our own experiences (metacognition) gives rise to our rich inner life. Others argue that raw feeling, without structured awareness, is still a form of consciousness (as seen in dreams or deep emotions).

So, in essence, consciousness is both felt experience and awareness—two sides of the same phenomenon.

Musings from 30,000 Feet

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In his Critique of Dialectical Reason, (1960) Jean-Paul Sartre asks the following questions: 1) Why is violence so universal a feature of human experience, especially in politics? And 2) What becomes of man’s freedom in a world where human beings are constantly threatened by what he called the “practico-inert” (alienation)?  

Example: A motorist is caught in a traffic jam created by the increased availability of cars whose original intention was to enable men to move about more freely. Human beings are increasingly and inevitably held prisoner by their own creations.

In economics, this would be an example of diminishing returns. A concept I learned in the 5th grade, which struck me like a thunderbolt and has stuck with me ever since.

Another concept I learned a couple of years later in the 7th grade, was the concept of manifest destiny. Again, this was like a thunderbolt out of the blue, but I think it might have set me on the wrong path for years to come. If you don’t think that schools were indoctrinating students in the 1950s you are sadly mistaken. But I digress….

Gorillas in the Mist

Thought of the Day

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In the final analysis, we are all just gorillas in the mist, flesh, and bone and a hank of hair, with weird personality traits and a funny thing called consciousness. I think Jung had it right, but we must remember the German language doesn’t distinguish between mind and soul. The mind does not perceive the mind just a sharp knife cannot cut itself, so it is with the mind, and ultimate reality is beyond the scope of the intellect.

THE REBEL

The Rebel – Albert Camus

I’m giving The Rebel another read, a book I read when I was in my 20s, written by a man who has shaped my views more than any other, Albert Camus. You might think that The Plague might be more in order given the current plague we are now living through. Well, I’ve read that one too and it is vividly etched in my brain. But no, for me, given the current political situation in the USA, The Rebel is far more relevant. At no time during my lifetime, with the possible exception of the Vietnam war, has the idea of “man in revolt” been more relevant or more important. Updates to follow. I’ll be reading with new eyes…