On Recovering Realism
A few years ago, while I was living on the island of La Palma, in the Canary archipelago, the Tajogaite Under the Volcano
A few years ago, while I was living on the island of La Palma, in the Canary archipelago, the Tajogaite volcano erupted. The images were colossal; I am not exaggerating. Yet none of them was sufficient to reproduce the bodily experience of being in situ before the “event,” using the term here in a philosophical sense.
What impressed me most was the continuous movement of the earth beneath my feet. At night, I would wake up again and again and watch the house sway gently, as though we were sailing across a lake. I was also struck by the volcano’s persistent roar. Together with the enormous plume that rose above the island and seemed to extend into the stratosphere—as we were later able to see in satellite images—that roar gave the eruption an almost stellar dimension, something out of science fiction.
What interests me here, however, is something else. There stood the volcano, in all its metaphorical majesty, in its immense indifference toward us, oblivious to our fears and trembling. The volcano did not debate its existence with us. It required neither our interpretation nor our consent in order to have occurred and to continue occurring, while we remained incapable of doing anything to stop it.
Nor could it be reduced to the spectacular images captured by our cameras or to the data obtained through our technological devices. The volcano obeyed processes and laws for which we did not even constitute a significant exteriority. From its perspective—if I may be allowed the metaphor—we were less than nothing.
From a philosophical point of view, the volcano thus became the culmination of a turn toward realism that had begun several years earlier and on which I had been working while writing my third major research project, later published under the title Mind and Politics: Dialectics and Realism from the Perspective of Liberation.
That turn entailed recognizing that the world is not a docile colony of our conceptual schemes. We think about, classify, interpret, and narrate reality, but this does not mean that we sovereignly produce it through those acts. There is something that confronts us, limits us, surprises us, and disrupts our expectations; something on which we depend and which, in the final analysis, will destroy us.
This recognition is elementary. Yet much of modern and contemporary philosophy appears to have turned the relationship between thought and reality into a practically insoluble problem. After Descartes and Kant, philosophy learned to distrust not only the possibility of perceptually accessing things as they are in themselves, but also—under the spell of idealism—the possibility that they might exist in complete independence from the subjective conditions of their appearance. The subject, its categories, its language, and its historical determinations moved to the center of philosophical reflection. The question of what exists was progressively displaced by the question of how we know, categorize, or articulate that whose existence we affirm.
Undoubtedly, this displacement was intellectually fruitful and politically effective. It allowed us to understand that no knowledge is entirely neutral, that all our perceptions must be understood from situated perspectives, and that representations are constructions emerging within historically constituted relations of power. Yet it also succumbed to a temptation: that of confusing the impossibility of perceptually accessing reality without mediation with the nonexistence of a reality independent of those mediations.
The volcano was a reminder that something decisive is lost when we forget what is elementary: the material conditions of possibility of our existence as embodied and finite beings.
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