There is a virtue that may be associated with boredom -- patience. (Please bear with me, I will use the language of tedious moralists, and say words like "virtue" and "patience", but please pretend you hear all this for the first time, perhaps as an effete aesthete, perhaps as one of Kierkegaard's "higher-level" aesthetes, rotating through their daily diet of dialectics -- or Twitter-feed --, or perhaps simply as a bored child.) There is perhaps a virtue associated with boredom: patience. Someone who is patient suffers and waits. (A great writer of small sketches, writing a column in a national daily in a small country near the North Sea, once wrote: "I like waiting. You do nothing and yet you do something." Not very deep, perhaps. He also wrote things like "He mainly looked drowsy and tortured, like someone who has gone through hell, but who had looked around so badly that he was only able to tell it had been rather warm there.") The patient suffers and waits. Patience.
Nietsche wrote:
Träumen. — Man träumt gar nicht, oder interessant. — Man muss lernen, ebenso zu wachen: — gar nicht, oder interessant.
To dream - We either don't dream at all, or have interesting dreams. - We have to learn to also be awake like this: -- not at all, or with interest.
Nietzsche is still a little tedious here, since it seems he cannot help expressing himself in moralistic terms ("man muss lernen", "one ought to learn" -- "Ahum. Jawohl, Herr Professor."). Translating this aphorism, in my clumsy fashion, I become aware that "ebenso zu wachen" sounds more active than "to be awake"; it suggests "to be alert", to adopt an active stance. And "interessant" applied to "wachen" is subtly (deliciously) ambiguous: both passive and active. I could suck on that for a while. (I cannot find a good way to capture this ambiguity in English.)
In an apocryphal, dreamed-up quote attributed to Gauss, he is made to say:
Whenever philosophers says something true, it's trivial. Whenever they say something interesting, it's false.
So, should we try to escape boredom, live life like a dream? Or embrace boredom, suffer through it, wait, and try to find some amor fati? Do we have a choice? Perhaps we can do both?
-- In dreams we don't seem to have a choice. But actually, there is a special, extremely interesting sort of dream, a lucid dream, in which I am fully aware that I am dreaming. It's hard to maintain those dreams because a too enthousiastic attempt to explore, a too focussed attention, seems to rip apart the spiderweb of the dreamed reality. I have to attend, be aware and alert, and at the same time be detached, relaxed and cool about it. What does it mean that we can have those kind of experiences? Does it mean that our "sense of reality" when awake is itself an illusion, something created out of thin air by our brain? At least it means that we (well, some people) are able to simultaneously experience two radically contradictory views, "this is real" and "this is an illusion". The experience is even more radical and indescribable than synesthetic perceptions. -- Should we learn to live as in a lucid dream? If we do so, are we then like bored tourists in our own life -- drowsy and tortured, not able to tell much more, afterwards, than that it seemed a bit heated sometimes --, or ... like what? It could be the reverse of that -- similar perhaps to what some Eastern traditions call "sitting and forgetting"?
This post is rambling like a common, incoherent dream - and I'm losing interest again. Time to stop.