I used to derive great pleasure from long nights of eating and drinking and talking. It was best with lovers of wisdom. The plague put a stop to my awful little pub.
“Plato’s Pizza” actually existed in Edmonton, Alberta. I could not believe my luck. The Dionysus to its Apollo was the adjacent “Garneau Pub.” It was amazing: a sort of literalization of early, Schopenhauer and Wagner drunk Nietzsche—you know, the sort of thing one produces under the sway of pessimism and mythical heroes—in The Birth of Tragedy: “To reach a closer understanding of both these tendencies, let us begin by viewing them as the separate art realms of dream and intoxication, two physiological phenomena standing toward one another in much the same relationship as the Apollinian and Dionysian.”
I squandered many nights in the company of the ancient, Greek proprietors of these seedy establishments with improbably compelling names.
I learned one, invaluable lesson:
If you cannot empathize, you cannot become wise.
You’ll forgive the fromage, I hope. It didn’t have to rhyme, but it might be a happy accident that it did.
Wisdom, to keep the spirit of that place, and places like it scattered throughout the present and the past--they may not have much of a future--alive
Is knowing that you know nothing
That is, given all that there is to be known, you can never know everything.
But you can try. All of the time.
Everyone should be approached as someone from whom you have something valuable to learn.
Counterexamples can be very edifying.
People who abhor academics and intellectuals until one has a beer with them and takes an interest in their stories.
People whom most careerist academics do not socialize with or listen to very carefully.
If you can imagine what it is like to be such a person, i.e., a person who finds the sort of person you are abhorrent, but overlooks that when you begin to exchange stories with him or her or them
When, in other words, you allow the other party to be both the narrator and the protagonist of a tale that, should you show an interest in listening to and understanding it, will disclose a way of being to you that was formerly beyond your ken
The better to remind you that you know nothing
Because the world is this vast and variegated and voluptuous
You might not acquire much in the way of knowledge that is useful for your work
But you will come to respect the capacity of other forms of work
To allow you to become wise
And that ought to be the point
The whole point of being human
May be becoming wiser
Concerning ways of being human
The better to encourage others
To do the same
All of the time
The better to govern wisely
As one of the people
Who collectively constitute a democracy
Which ought to be the will of the people
Made law
It is all invisibly obvious
You will come to empathize with a great many humans, some of whom would be beyond your grasp
If you didn’t go looking for places with improbable names
And Ancient Greek proprietors
To drink beer and shoot the shit in
You will become a wiser citizen
You will know that you know nothing
About citizens with whom you empathize
Because they have listened to your stories
And you to theirs
Not as objects of cold, theoretical analysis
But evidence that you are the architect and engineer of a story
And the character within it who does the most to shape the plot
Through thought, word and deed
Is you, hero
You are my sibling
No matter the folly of our parents
And this polis ought to behave as I am moved to behave
And you are moved to behave
Once we have told our tales
And listened well
You will not be dehumanized or allow me to be
You will get what is coming to a human being and so will I
In a society governed by the many
Not the few
The many
Who know what you don’t
And make you wiser
Because they will not let you forget
That you know nothing
My pub was killed by the plague
Too many were
Especially given what the plague has wrought
We should all waste an evening some time
Making each other wiser
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (3)
I'm so sorry about your pub 🥺 This was a wonderful and deep tribute!
So sorry to hear about the death of you pub. But, the way you put it into words, it sounds like it was a great place.
Yes, we should to your last line. I'm sorry about your pub.