If people did not sometimes do silly things,nothing intelligent would ever get done.
In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.
One must understand, or die..
When two principles meet and cannot be reconciled one another,then each calls the other fool or heresy.
We must improve ourselves. That's all we can do to better the world.
To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.
We imagine the meaning of what you say as something queer, mysterious, hidden from view.But nothing is hidden. Everything is opened up to view.
Philosophy hunts for the essence of meaning.But There Is No Such Thing !
It is the philosophers who muddy the water.
When you want to know the meaning of words, don't look at the side of yourself.
Philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding language.
The limit of my language is the limits of my world. We keep running against the wall of our cages.
(Wittgenstein wants to do some manual labor in Soviet Union.) -It is absolutely out of the question.The one thing that is not in short of in Soviet Union is unskilled labor.
(Russel is talking about Johnny.) -You're forcing your own self-hatred onto their son.(Johnny's parents are both labors.)
-It's my business to stop you from infecting too many young men.
-All upper crust idealize to common folks.
Salvation is the only thing that concerns me.And I know we are not here to have a good time.
Philosophy is a sickness of the mind.
Living in a world such a love is illegal, to live open and honest is absolutely impossible.
The soul is the prisoner of his own body. And it's locked out from contact with others by the walls of their bodies.
I want to get ride of this picture. We are what we are only because we share a common language and common forms of life.
Do You Understand What I'm Saying ?
What I meant was that I tried to show the sort of things that philosophy could say, and these aren't really important. What's much more important is all the things it can't articulate.
Philosopher in no sense can question them.Philosophy leaves everything exactly what it is.
We learn to use words because we belong to a culture,a form of life, a practical way of doing things.…All this is public affair.
Don't be afraid of dying. It is death that give life meaning and shape.
-I'd quite like to have composed a philosophy work which consists entirely of jokes. -Why didn't you? -Sadly I didn't have a sense of humor.
(Thinks to @queeniepku, I needn't to type in all these words!:) Let me tell you a little story. There was once a young man who dreamed of reducing the world to pure logic. Because he was a very clever young man, he actually managed to do it. And when he'd finished his work, he stood back and admired it. It was beautiful. A world purged of imperfection and indeterminacy. Countless acres of gleaming ice stretching to the horizon. So the clever young man looked around the world he had created, and decided to explore it. He took one step forward and fell flat on his back. You see, he had forgotten about friction. The ice was smooth and level and stainless, but you couldn't walk there. So the clever young man sat down and wept bitter tears. But as he grew into a wise old man, he came to understand that roughness and ambiguity aren't imperfections. They're what make the world turn. He wanted to run and dance. And the words and things scattered upon this ground were all battered and tarnished and ambiguous, and the wise old man saw that that was the way things were. But something in him was still homesick for the ice, where everything was radiant and absolute and relentless. Though he had come to like the idea of the rough ground, he couldn't bring himself to live there. So now he was marooned between earth and ice, at home in neither. And this was the cause of all his grief.
(At last,here comes Mr,Green.) -Solution to the riddle of life and space and time lies out of space and time.But as you know and as I know, there is no riddles.
In art, it is hard to say anything as good as saying nothing.
One must understand, or die..
When two principles meet and cannot be reconciled one another,then each calls the other fool or heresy.
We must improve ourselves. That's all we can do to better the world.
To imagine a language is to imagine a form of life.
We imagine the meaning of what you say as something queer, mysterious, hidden from view.But nothing is hidden. Everything is opened up to view.
Philosophy hunts for the essence of meaning.But There Is No Such Thing !
It is the philosophers who muddy the water.
When you want to know the meaning of words, don't look at the side of yourself.
Philosophy is just a byproduct of misunderstanding language.
The limit of my language is the limits of my world. We keep running against the wall of our cages.
(Wittgenstein wants to do some manual labor in Soviet Union.)
-It is absolutely out of the question.The one thing that is not in short of in Soviet Union is unskilled labor.
(Russel is talking about Johnny.)
-You're forcing your own self-hatred onto their son.(Johnny's parents are both labors.)
-It's my business to stop you from infecting too many young men.
-All upper crust idealize to common folks.
Salvation is the only thing that concerns me.And I know we are not here to have a good time.
Philosophy is a sickness of the mind.
Living in a world such a love is illegal, to live open and honest is absolutely impossible.
The soul is the prisoner of his own body. And it's locked out from contact with others by the walls of their bodies.
I want to get ride of this picture. We are what we are only because we share a common language and common forms of life.
Do You Understand What I'm Saying ?
What I meant was that I tried to show the sort of things that philosophy could say, and these aren't really important. What's much more important is all the things it can't articulate.
Philosopher in no sense can question them.Philosophy leaves everything exactly what it is.
We learn to use words because we belong to a culture,a form of life, a practical way of doing things.…All this is public affair.
Don't be afraid of dying. It is death that give life meaning and shape.
-I'd quite like to have composed a philosophy work which consists entirely of jokes.
-Why didn't you?
-Sadly I didn't have a sense of humor.
(Thinks to @queeniepku, I needn't to type in all these words!:)
Let me tell you a little story. There was once a young man who dreamed of reducing the world to pure logic. Because he was a very clever young man, he actually managed to do it. And when he'd finished his work, he stood back and admired it. It was beautiful. A world purged of imperfection and indeterminacy. Countless acres of gleaming ice stretching to the horizon. So the clever young man looked around the world he had created, and decided to explore it. He took one step forward and fell flat on his back. You see, he had forgotten about friction. The ice was smooth and level and stainless, but you couldn't walk there. So the clever young man sat down and wept bitter tears.
But as he grew into a wise old man, he came to understand that roughness and ambiguity aren't imperfections. They're what make the world turn. He wanted to run and dance. And the words and things scattered upon this ground were all battered and tarnished and ambiguous, and the wise old man saw that that was the way things were. But something in him was still homesick for the ice, where everything was radiant and absolute and relentless. Though he had come to like the idea of the rough ground, he couldn't bring himself to live there.
So now he was marooned between earth and ice, at home in neither. And this was the cause of all his grief.
(At last,here comes Mr,Green.)
-Solution to the riddle of life and space and time lies out of space and time.But as you know and as I know, there is no riddles.
听朋友说起人大教授余虹自杀的事，看到媒体象侦探似的反复追寻为何“一个学识渊博，正值学术研究壮年的人就以死了却一生”，终究没有找到确切的解释，有人甚至觉得于国家社会“这是一种不负责任的做法”。
自杀，我以为除了生活极度压迫和科学家认为导致忧郁症的某种化学物质外，有些很难解释，象王国维、海明威...。自杀象埋在心里的一个种子，会发芽长大，直到把你笼罩湮灭。我想起刚看的电影《维特根斯坦》里最后说的一个故事（原文）：
曾经有个年轻人，他想把世界简化到纯粹的逻辑里。因为他非常聪明，也确实做到了。他在完成时，回首看着、欣赏着。一个非常美丽，摒除了不完美和不确定的新世界，象闪耀的冰面无边无际的延伸到天边。那个聪明的年轻人环视他所创造的世界，决定探索它。可是当他向前迈出第一步，立即摔倒了。你看，他忘了摩擦力。冰面平坦光滑，洁净无瑕，但是人无法在上面行走。聪明的年轻人坐在那里不禁流下心碎的眼泪。
当他成长为一个智慧的老人时，他开始理解粗糙和混沌并不是缺陷，世界就是因此而运转。他想奔跑舞蹈，顿时语言失去光泽，模糊不清；世界支离破碎，散落一地。智慧的老人知道这就是事物的本来面目。但在他的内心依然怀念着那纯净的世界，那里的一切闪耀着纯粹的光芒。虽然他甚至已经日渐喜欢那坑坑洼洼的地面，但无法让自己在那里安顿下来。现在他在地面和冰面之间徘徊，哪里都不是他的归宿。这是他所有悲痛的来由。
我想余教授大概是厌倦了这种旅人的疲惫。英国历史家艾伦－布劳克在《西方人文主义传统》中写道：“要想超乎人的状态是一种危险的诱惑。人若能学会接受自己的实际面目，就会快活一些，好过一些。”维特根斯坦说：“我真的很想写一本完全由笑话组成的哲学书，可惜的是我缺乏幽默感。”
我骨子里也没有什么幽默感，不过刚收到一个礼物：一条织了两年的围巾，可以抵御些许冰的冷吧。
我也可以说：“看一部歌剧形式的电影《维特根斯坦》比看他的著作有趣的多！”电影通常比较直观易懂。（另有一例是关于经济学家纳什的电影——《美丽心灵》，电影充满悬疑，帅哥美女，还很温情，但他博弈论应该不是那么好理解的。）
据说维特根斯坦是哲学界的爱因斯坦，没有几个人能理解他的思想，他却总被许多人津津乐道。他出生富裕，是罗素的学生，在战壕里写哲学著作，他是哲学家，同时也是工程师，他还是个gay。
他有个“洛克斯菲尔德”般富裕的家庭，爸爸是欧洲钢铁工业的巨头，妈妈是银行家的女儿。他的家教历史老师与希特勒是同一位。也许是某些“家族基因”在作怪（我猜的），他的两个同性恋哥哥都死于自杀，还有一个哥哥自愿参加战争失去了一只右手，成了独臂钢琴家，写过一本《左手钢琴协奏曲》。
据说维特根斯坦曾问一位老师，“我笨吗？不笨可以学哲学，笨则可以去当飞行员。”他师从罗素在剑桥学哲学，但他讨厌剑桥，称其为“吵吵闹闹的妓院”。于是一个人住在挪威一个小村庄的小木屋里，还声称“寂寞也是一种福气”。
他还去过乡下当小学教师。有时候他会发挥他工程师的才能，修好一些机械设备，令村民们惊叹不已。聪明的学生经常能感受到他温暖的目光，但他也会将头脑笨的学生打成重伤送进医院。他的脾气很暴躁，即使在剑桥和其他著名学者交流，没等对方说上几句，他就叫了起来：“哦，不，不。不是那样的……”，说上近半个小时，最后握着对方的手说：“我们刚才的谈话很有趣，谢谢。”然后转身离开。
回到剑桥，他受不了研讨，学生说开完会，就去看电影，他才答应。他喜欢西部片和音乐剧，通常坐在最前排，让自己淹没在电影的音像中。
他总是劝他的学生去从事体力劳动，他自己也极其想去苏联做个体力劳动者。当周围的学生不理解他甚至嘲笑他的怪异的时候，他怒气冲冲的说要去自杀。不过也有喜欢他的学生说：“他如上帝般英俊、纯洁，超凡脱俗。”
他是个gay，很多时候都陷于道德上的自责，虽然别人劝慰他说：“世界上没有什么比得到满足的身体更温暖了。”可他事后依旧不安、羞愧，反省和自责。
他死于生理上的疾病，死的时候，他说了一句原创的名言：“告诉他们，我度过了美好的一生！”他也有遗憾，他想写一本完全由笑话组成的哲学书，可他流下了眼泪：“悲哀的是我毫无幽默感。”
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第一次接触维特根斯坦，是在一次现代西方哲学课上，他的分析哲学还有语言学让人昏头转向，极其难理解。印象深刻的是，上课的老师把维的著作《逻辑哲学论》拿给班上的同学传阅，用罗素的话说“书太短，非常难懂，但很好。”那本近乎于用“数学”的方式写的书，让我们惊叹不已。
其次是上课的老师给我们看了维给他姐姐设计的房子的照片，简洁、净穆。叹为观止!
当他成长为一个智慧的老人时，他开始理解粗糙和混沌并不是缺陷，世界就是因此而运转。他想奔跑舞蹈，顿时语言失去光泽，模糊不清；世界支离破碎，散落一地。智慧的老人知道这就是事物的本来面目。但在他的内心依然怀念着那纯净的世界，那里的一切闪耀着纯粹的光芒。虽然他甚至已经日渐喜欢那坑坑洼洼的地面，但无法让自己在那里安顿下来。现在他在地面和冰面之间徘徊，哪里都不是他的归宿。这是他所有悲痛的来由。
---Derek Jarman <Wittgenstein>