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The Philosophy of Values: Period 3 - Class #8 - [10/26]
This morning Wilson was a wee more awake and for some reason he was wearing a turtleneck and if he asked him about the marks above the turtleneck he’d look you straight in the eye and claim to have cut himself shaving. He might change it up and say he fell on the vacuum nozzle.
There was a spread of deviled eggs, hard boiled eggs, poached eggs and fruits for anyone who needed a spot of breakfast. There was also coffee, tea and cider. Wilson himself was finishing off a deviled egg and sipping on coffee as the students came in and settled down.
“Good morning everyone.” He said with a smile.
“Okay, you may all groan now but I won’t be passing the tests back until after class. For those of you who missed the test, last class and who haven’t gotten with me in between, I’m afraid to inform you that your test score is 0. That segues quite nicely into today’s topic, Hope vs Despair and how either of these emotions can color our ability to rationally view a situation.”
Pushing away from the front of the desk, Wilson walked to the chalk board and began to lecture.
“First, I want us to have working definitions of Hope and of Despair. For this class I want to focus on Kierkegaard’s definition of despair ’Kierkegaard argues that humans are made up of three parts: the finite, the infinite, and the "relationship of the two to itself." The finite (sense, body, knowledge) and the infinite (paradox and the capacity to believe) always exist in a state of tension. That tension, as it is aware of itself, is the "self." When the self is lost, either to insensibility or exuberance, the person is in a state of despair. Notably, despair does not have to be agony. It is, instead, the loss of self.’”
As he spoke he scrawled across the blackboard, turning towards the class and then grinning impishly.
“I am forever hopeful, in such I thought you might be able to read my hand writing, however, not to despair, I do have the overheads.”
Picking up the remote, Wilson set up the overhead projector and then continued with the lecture. As before, he didn’t show one choice as being better or worse than the other and in fact highlighted points where having too much hope or –blind faith- could become a marker of tunnel vision, just like being stuck and wallowing in despair.
“It’s hard, to embrace the idea that because of your gift, you need to keep your mind open because both Hope and Despair can give us sources of internal comfort at times in our lives but, is the comfort real? Back long ago, spirits such as brandy, port, wine were shared to people suffering from many maladies but particularly the idea of physically warming a person up through the alcohol, because it does make us feel warm, but it's a false warmth."
Walking back to the chalkboard Wilson wrote a word up across the neat surface.
"Vasodilatation, is the dilation of blood vessels in the skin, occurs under the influence of alcohol. This gives a false sense of warmth, but actually leads to a greater loss of body heat. So, not only was this a false heat, it was also working directly counter to it’s intended application.”
Class Participation:
Setting the chalk down, Wilson walked back around the desk, crossed his arms and leaned against the front.
“Now, for the sake of this conversation, let’s define despair as a loss of self. How do you define self? At the beginning of the semester, we spoke about how we define our reality, now taking that definition, how do you look at situations that seem to strip you of that reality? Have you ever felt as if you’ve lost yourself?”
After everyone had been given a chance to participate, Wilson picked up the graded tests and handed them out amongst the class.
“I was pleased with the tests over all. There is no homework this week, enjoy the break and have a safe Halloween…or as safe as Fandom will allow that holiday to be.”
[ooc:Please wait for The OCDs are up and ready. Class is in session!]
There was a spread of deviled eggs, hard boiled eggs, poached eggs and fruits for anyone who needed a spot of breakfast. There was also coffee, tea and cider. Wilson himself was finishing off a deviled egg and sipping on coffee as the students came in and settled down.
“Good morning everyone.” He said with a smile.
“Okay, you may all groan now but I won’t be passing the tests back until after class. For those of you who missed the test, last class and who haven’t gotten with me in between, I’m afraid to inform you that your test score is 0. That segues quite nicely into today’s topic, Hope vs Despair and how either of these emotions can color our ability to rationally view a situation.”
Pushing away from the front of the desk, Wilson walked to the chalk board and began to lecture.
“First, I want us to have working definitions of Hope and of Despair. For this class I want to focus on Kierkegaard’s definition of despair ’Kierkegaard argues that humans are made up of three parts: the finite, the infinite, and the "relationship of the two to itself." The finite (sense, body, knowledge) and the infinite (paradox and the capacity to believe) always exist in a state of tension. That tension, as it is aware of itself, is the "self." When the self is lost, either to insensibility or exuberance, the person is in a state of despair. Notably, despair does not have to be agony. It is, instead, the loss of self.’”
As he spoke he scrawled across the blackboard, turning towards the class and then grinning impishly.
“I am forever hopeful, in such I thought you might be able to read my hand writing, however, not to despair, I do have the overheads.”
Picking up the remote, Wilson set up the overhead projector and then continued with the lecture. As before, he didn’t show one choice as being better or worse than the other and in fact highlighted points where having too much hope or –blind faith- could become a marker of tunnel vision, just like being stuck and wallowing in despair.
“It’s hard, to embrace the idea that because of your gift, you need to keep your mind open because both Hope and Despair can give us sources of internal comfort at times in our lives but, is the comfort real? Back long ago, spirits such as brandy, port, wine were shared to people suffering from many maladies but particularly the idea of physically warming a person up through the alcohol, because it does make us feel warm, but it's a false warmth."
Walking back to the chalkboard Wilson wrote a word up across the neat surface.
"Vasodilatation, is the dilation of blood vessels in the skin, occurs under the influence of alcohol. This gives a false sense of warmth, but actually leads to a greater loss of body heat. So, not only was this a false heat, it was also working directly counter to it’s intended application.”
Class Participation:
Setting the chalk down, Wilson walked back around the desk, crossed his arms and leaned against the front.
“Now, for the sake of this conversation, let’s define despair as a loss of self. How do you define self? At the beginning of the semester, we spoke about how we define our reality, now taking that definition, how do you look at situations that seem to strip you of that reality? Have you ever felt as if you’ve lost yourself?”
After everyone had been given a chance to participate, Wilson picked up the graded tests and handed them out amongst the class.
“I was pleased with the tests over all. There is no homework this week, enjoy the break and have a safe Halloween…or as safe as Fandom will allow that holiday to be.”
[ooc:
Re: Talk to Wilson
"One of the most tragic situations I dealt with as an oncologist were when parents, husbands, wives, close loved ones of a patient...retreated from that patient just when they needed them the most. It was always a heart breaking situation and seemed so easy to point fingers and call the surviving loved one heartless, cruel or weak for being unable to stay close while their loved one died."
Catching his lower lip between his teeth, Wilson looked up at Phoebe.
"It's not so black and white. There is a great deal of fear associated with what we can't control, worse when we feel like we should be able to control it. Parents would often fight me on diagnosis and treatment for thier children, not because they logically believed I was wrong but because they could not handle a monster they couldn't protect their baby from."
Giving her a sad smile, Wilson shrugged.
"I'm not saying it's right or wrong, good or bad. The answer probably rests with you, Phoebe. If you can forgive him for his actions, take his words at face value and if you want to try to have a relationship with him. Those are questions, only you can answer."
Re: Talk to Wilson
Re: Talk to Wilson
"That is a decision she would have to make for herself, Phoebe. Having met your grandmother I want to believe that her ultimate goal is to see you and your sisters happy. I'm not saying she's going to like the idea but if you tell her that you want to try, that it's something you feel strongly about...then it's up to her to decide which is more important. Supporting you or getting revenge on her son-in-law. My hope, would be for the former, not the latter, for her sake as well as yours."
Re: Talk to Wilson
Re: Talk to Wilson