Love affairs with Triadic Structures

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 Today, as we wait for the Spring Marsh Frogs to sing, our little group intends to poke a finger or two at the Triadic Structure. Or, if you prefer to be a folksy political type desperate for the authenticity of the roots you never had, a three legged stool.

The off putting thing about Hegel's Triadic Structure was that one of the asymmetries was prepared to die rather than be wrong. The asymmetry that would have preferred to die than submit was referred to as the master and the more magnanimous asymmetry was referred to as the slave or in more enlightened times referred to as the servant.

The third leg of this triadic structure, which eventually became called the Synthesis, was like a melding of the two asymmetries into some sort of compromise which in time would become yet another asymmetry. Not an easy compromise to make and it would have been impossible had it not been for a flaw within the asymmetry that had a death wish, he wanted his wonderfulness to be recognized, and  over the generations the master and servant were able, for mutual advantage, to recognize each other as self-conscious beings, and this produced a mutual recognition out of which, often through conflict, a synthesis, a new direction, emerged.

For Hegel, his Triadic Structure had nailed it, everyone else could go home, and in the same way that Kant's version of the Enlightenment had predicted the End of History, Hegel was confident his own Phenomenology of Spirit was actually how the End of History would happen.

Hegel probably had a point he wanted to drum home when he assigned master/servant to the two asymmetries in his triad. He wanted to have one asymmetry dominant, raw in tooth and claw, otherwise nothing would get done, no one would obey anyone else, the harvests wouldn't be harvested and so on. A closer appreciation of Hegel's meanings include the idea of union between asymmetries that included recognition and the desire to be recognized.

When Lacan attended lectures on Hegel's phenomenology in Paris, he grasped this area of desire and recognition and saw a much subtler complexity. He concluded that master and servant misidentified the forces at play. The desire for a Pork Chop on a stick might be a need for sustenance, but a desire for a chunky soled Kleman Pador Tyrolean walking shoe was a desire for recognition. It was an adornment, part of the wardrobe. And if indeed the servant had a master, his master was the wardrobe that presented his self image to the world. And here Lacan introduced his own Triadic Structure.

In Lacan's Triad, the Real, the Symbolic and the Imaginary are three interlocked rings, and all is well as long as the symbolic remains a master worth following. Then, should the imagery no longer supply the symbolic with a path through the real, bam, you got neurosis and pharmaceutical makers have 20 percent of their manufacturing capacity. There's also a chance that your whole Tyrolean wardrobe thing might be showing signs of disintegrating, your neurosis becomes a compunction which turns psychotic the next thing you got a problem with too many skeletons in the basement.

Lacan, being French, referred to these symptoms as sinthomes and while struggling through James Joyce who he judged to be a very difficult writer he concluded that Joyce wasn't writing for other people, he had no desire to impress them with a new take on the literary equivalent of Tyrolean Brocade, he was writing for his own sanity, no one else. He was scouring the floor of his dressing room, gathering bits and pieces, including his shames and his soiled underpants and through his writing he was using them to symbolically complete himself by desperately trying to keep his three rings in some sort of working order.

Jacques Lacan's Drive and Hegel's influence on tension between asymmetries.

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 To get a closer look at "noise," the real from which symbols rescue us, I'll imagine I'm a wardrobe in Jacques Lacan's vestibule, waiting to be gazed at, judged and impressed. Like everyone else I'm struggling with a "lack" of some sort, an unfilled hole that needs content.

Currently I'm very disappointed in the Scottish Breeks that arrived in the mail, which really don't suit my Tyrolean Tracht Loden and makes my boiled wool Alpine hunting hat look unconvincing. There's a color clash I think, which could respond better to the bloom of heather on a windswept moor than to a vacuumed carpet and a ticking clock.

Jacques has reminded me more than once that moments of uncomfortable noisiness are bound to be alarming. The quality of unknown in the real always is, but I was to rest assured that while my wardrobe remained wholly preoccupied with maintaining the "why" and "wherefore" of my existence, in no way was it the irreducible fact of my existence. What remained of that was littering the floor of my dressing room.

Of course I sometimes wonder whether the aesthetics in the world of my Symbolic Order leave Jacques a little mystified. Like most of his generation Lacan did his uncomfortable time with Hegel's dialectics. Came away with his two objects representing an asymmetry, the one defining the other, the resulting tension producing a direction rather than an impasse. He called this direction "Drive."

His "what about you" was the assertion that the big, bold, object, the image around which my person has been shellacked in place was waiting in his vestibule, what I wanted to be was the other little object, it was waiting upstairs where I lived on the dressing room floor. 

Objet Petit A

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 We've talked a lot about Jacques Lacan. We have to realize he died in 1981 when he was 80. Stuff has happened in Neuroscience and those sort of areas since the simpler and infinitely more comprehensible times. One of the topics Lacan put high priority on was the moments when a person started developing a self image.

For Lacan this idea of self image was an attempt to make yourself into  a mirror image a bigger and more confident other. You built it as a protection against the terror of reality. All very well being frightfully clever but an honest appraisal of a self in the world, for Lacan, was an absolute recipe for anti-social, psychotic behaviors.

There were two sorts of images, or others for Lacan. He thought of these others as objects. The one object was a mirror image of what you as a person decided you needed and wanted to be in order to fit into the world as best you could.  You could look at yourself in this mirror and judge your progress. The other other, the other object, which he called objet petit a, was what you'd left behind of yourself in the process of turning yourself into something that mirrored this wonderful image of yourself. Good looking, tall, successful, fun to be around....

Let's just say, for the sake of argument, that to manage the day to day you'd turned yourself into a very fine, highly polished Wardrobe. Everyone loved it, envied it, though it was great. Your other object, the objet petit a, would be the sawdust, waste wood, unfinished cans of varnish and cigarette butts you'd left laying around, or hidden away somewhere.

Oh sure, the Jung's of this world could go on about the archetypes around which a desperate and self conscious self could model itself, and Jung did mention shadows, which is what he called his cigarette butts and sawdust, being an ominous presence in the psyche. Lacan, in his model, put much more than a mere shadow into his objet petit a, his other other.

First of all, Lacan didn't want people messing with what he'd called his other other. He wanted it written and understood just as it was. Objet petit a, as far as he was concerned, was as good as an algebraic formulation.

Secondly the objet petit a, would always be a remainder, it was definitely a left over bit of reality that both the conscious and the unconscious could sense. But for Lacan, the moment we people started using symbols to make a language that tried to enable us to communicate with the object petit a, this other other, like a vampire, would remain outside the mirror, it couldn't be trapped by language, it was for ever a lurking misfortune, an unwanted appendage. And yet, no doubt about it, there was something in the periphery that refused to be ignored, it was lurking around, making the odd wistful sound that verged on whimpering, it had some sort of point to make that lay outside the Symbolic Order, so probably best to prescribe Quaaludes.

Finally, the objet petit a, this other other, means we can never be whole, our mirror, when we looked into it to check progress would never reflect what we'd become

Noise Cancelling and Sums ain't got It All

 I wanted to use the word Randomness or "Entropy as Noise" to get our minds around the possibility of other ways of thinking about ourselves as we are in the world. To get where I want to go, I'll have to offer an explanation of Gödel's Incompleteness Theorems. And I want to use information technology's lossy compression to inform our understanding of the way meaning works, specifically as presented by the post structuralist understanding of symbolic order in words and sentences. I'll try to start with the dainty ideas in this flighty expression lossy compression.

Lossy Compression in information science is when an electronic file is compressed to make it smaller, allows it to require less bandwidth when transmitted and less space to store. In the process of compression information is lost. Hence Lossy.

There's a big lossy factor to the way our brains handle information. And why? Here we have "Entropy as Noise" and/or Randomness. If too much information was to attempt to fill our brain networks at the same time ir would become garbled. The information would lose cohesion it would become a bunch of random words. As a result, instead of a book of stamps I might leave the post office with a six by ten envelope handcuffed to the back seat of a Sheriff's cruiser. Entropy is a measure of order within a system, low entropy is tidy and neat, high entropy is messy.

We evolved from the primal ooze this way. We know a lot, we don't have to use all of it all the time. It's there in your mind, making it useful, or at least germane to the matter at hand, doesn't require you to go back to the genesis of your ultimate purpose in life. 

Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem applies to all mathematics. What it said in 1931 to the shock and alarm of Empiricists like Bertrand Russell and what it still says is that there are things in math that cannot be proved by math. In other words, if Godel is right, there is no mathematical theory of everything.

Be brave, while math can slide between concepts in the same way language slides between meaning on a symbolic order, sums haven't got it all, hard to believe but there's still room in the world for whatever it is that might be going on between our aggravating little ears.

We do take short cuts and will continue to allow a library of vaguely defined words to carry meanings that slide between nuances of slippery understandings for us. Our means of transmission may well be lossy for purposes of efficiency, getting the basic message there quickly, at the same time they remain very imprecise when compared to numbers.