Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Semantics/Philosophy Chat (as started by Yip): Loyalty versus Fidelity

A few months ago, a good friend of mine, Yip, posted the following question: 

What's the difference between between loyalty and fidelity?

Of course, being the equable wise-man that he is, Yip had already an answer for the question and, surely, was only looking for the joyful semantic, or most probably philosophical, argument. Having the sweet tooth for semantics, as it is way simpler than philosophy, I dared to bring my piece into the conversation. 

Caveat emptor: These are my sole musings without referring to a classical source. In other words, most probably, this is completely useless. 

In Spanish, the words are easier to distinguish than in English: Lealtad versus Fidelidad. They come straight from the Latin, the first from Legalitas and the second from Fidelitas, which derive from Lex and Fides; law and faith, respectively. Law is usually derived from a social covenant which all parts abide by good-will and, not necessarily but ideally, towards the common-good, while faith is derived from a sacred covenant. I would say that, for practical purposes, the first is based either on respect or, in the worst case, balanced retribution, read fear, while the second is fiduciary, that is, it is  based on trust/faith, I would even go as far to say that it is independent of the object of trust/faith, as in one way blind observance that comes with religious faith—I, the polarized autistic that I am, usually restrict my common use of fidelity/faithfulness to religious/absolute-truth matters only.

Of course, after the exchange, a second question came from my noble friend,

Who or What's to be the object of Loyalty or Fidelity?

I was fearing this one. In English it is quite simple, Fidelity is mostly used as the degree of exactness in a copy, and the equivalent Faithfulness is only used in the context of religious faith or marriage. On the other hand, Loyalty is used to express trust on someone or something ranging from nation to a brand. The same can be said in Spanish. So, my fear was not from this exact question, as the uses are clearly distinguished, but from the implications of Loyalty.

My problem comes from this. It is hard for me to understand even the simplest concept: Loyalty to a sovereign nation. I understand it (loyalty to a sovereign nation, in my case México and the country I live/work at the time) as abiding to the social contract trusting that it will be fulfilled by good-will or, else, enforced by the institutions of such society. My problem is that I cannot conceive loyalty as being born from fear of the law. I have the feeling that loyalty obeys a lex talionis, as does respect and trust; that is, a retribution law where loyalty/respect/trust is given in exchange of loyalty/respect/trust. I believe—I use the word believe because I cannot prove it—that loyalty out of fear is as fleeting as infatuation was in my high school days.

So, what do you think? Is loyalty tied to trust or respect? Can it be born from fear or, in my opinion, even worse, bought? I cannot foresee many implications, the ones I can see come in the form of the past dictatorial rule, mainly leading to world war the second, where common-good—a false common-good so far—is imposed rather than worked out. Sadly, that seems to be always the case in human society; with the possible exception of modern times Nordic countries and Germany where economic development has been supported upon the development of human rights.

As a side-note, I am a sucker for good-will and philosophy since someone—most probably one of my aunts—read to a young, easily impressed version of me this phrase attributed to  Aristotle: "I have gained this by philosophy: That I do without being commanded what others do from fear of the law"—it was later chiselled into the rock inside my head by continuously playing civilization ever since my college days; one thing is for sure,  it was the leading factor behind my reading of philosophy books in my aunt's library, and the continuous debate with the Jesuit seminary students that taught the social action classes in high school, but that's another story—. 

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Luke 9: 3-5, 10:3-6

He said to them, “Take nothing for the journey, neither walking stick, nor sack, nor food, nor money, and let no one take a second tunic.4Whatever house you enter, stay there and leave from there.5And as for those who do not welcome you, when you leave that town, shake the dust from your feet in testimony against them.


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Go on your way; behold, I am sending you like lambs among wolves.4Carry no money bag, no sack, no sandals; and greet no one along the way greet no one along the way.5Into whatever house you enter, first say, Peace to this household.6If a peaceful person  lives there, your peace will rest on him; but if not, it will return to you.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Majullah Singapora!

Today is Singapore's Birthday, Singapore's National Day, 51 years since government was given back from the British and 49 since the separation from Malaysia. In this half century, Singapore has raised from a small under-developed port to become one of the Asian Tigers, the financial hub of south east Asia and one of the five most important ports in the world. In just a few words, the city-state government—a Parliamentary Republic as written on its statutes—works and delivers—last year it reported an economical growth of more than 12%.

Singapore is a beautiful place, and you learn to love it by walking it; there's no other way to find the small temples, the nice views, and the beautiful parks. I cannot think of a different way to live Singapore, it's lush forests and tall buildings, than walking.
Harbour Front from Faber Point
I forgot about living Singapore, everything became work since I got here, but Singapore almost shares its birthday with one wonderful ghost of my past and, as always, I spent that day walking, thinking, trying to gather my marbles for another year.  I found them, and I found many other beautiful and meaningful things.

Majullah!

Feliz Cumpleaños Pa!


Last weekend movies...

Again, it has been a long time and a lot of water has passed under the bridge. Anyway, here's the list for th last three or four weeks...

  1. The Experiment, ****
    The human mind is a magnificent thing; capable of heavenly and hellish behaviour. The film is based on the German long Das Experiment, which is based on the infamous Stanford Prison Experiment; which seems to explore the dynamics of evil in the human mind, bullshit, not even a well designed experiment, but in the end the 2006 BBC Prison Experiment seems to be better designed and ended up with tyranny as well. 

  2. My girlfriend's boyfriend, ****
    I love romantic comedies, specially the ones that I cannot figure out. A writer gets to write a romance that becomes your movie. Not so great a film, but it got me out of my tracks.

  3. Sweet Home Alabama, ****
    A classic. I have no idea how many times I have watch this film in the last 10 years but I will watch it again. Second chances come but usually never stay long.

  4. Kites, ****
    Indian and Mexicans together in this romantic comedy, I'm not sure if this is a Bollywood or Hollywood film but it is awesome. The many twists in the film got me out of my tracks and kept me thinking about what could come next again and again.

  5. X-Men First Class, ***
    There have been a lot of comic movies this year. I'm an X-men fan, I learned English reading the comics in my childhood and teen years. I liked the way the tell the story between Prof. X and Magneto, but I didn't like the proxy mutants they used in this one. Anyway, it is a great addition to the X-Men franchise.

  6. Priest, **
    Apocalyptic scenario, vampires and warrior monks! The idea sounded awesome and the action scenes are nice. I really liked it, I wish I can get my hands on the original Korean graphic novel that inspired the film, Priest

Also, I manage to get my hands on the third season of  "The Venture Bros," I didn't like it as much as the first two, but I have to say that they changed the dynamics of the cartoon. I'm not sure if I will try to get the fourth season at all. Trying to loose a lot of pressure, I still don't have a clue why I've become such a nerves mess, I came back to watching Psych. I had watched the first two seasons a few years ago and had a lot of laughs with them, so I saw the third and fourth seasons and got them. It's not as good as the first two, but still manages to get some laughs out of me.


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

What love is...

I gather them around. Reluctantly, they were herded uphill. Alienated, unable to speak, they got softer. Long ago I learned the hard way that privation acted marvels on the reluctant. They never were the sharpest knives in the block but, after the second day on the path, they all knew...

We reached the summit, it was a small place on the top of the world. I sat down, closed my eyes, let them roam free. I herded them back and produced the question: What is love? One by one they answered back...

The first one, unable to speak, touched my hands... I found myself submerged in a strange wave of warmth. My skin crawled. My heart sank. The entrails that filled my torso vanished and the warmth, so real, so solid, took their place. The sun, the earth, the little one embraced, and overwhelm, me.

After I recover, the time for the second one came, this one has always displeased me the most, he talked about gifts, wealth, a procession of gimme gimmes. I was about to struck him with the whole of my rage when he shut up on his own and told me... Love is time, the time you gather to run away from your job to go on vacations with the family, to relax and sit down at the movies, to read an old story that tells about you and me, to teach you how to transform the world around you with your hands, to ride a bike, to go fishing. Love is time, which most people thing there is little, finite and priceless.

I came to the third confused. I never expected that from the brat. I sat down with this one, always closer but isolated. Love, he told me, is an absolute. We shall never find Love, but the imperfect shadow of it, love. Depending on you or me it will cloud ones mind or be an eye-opener; whichever love comes to be, Love will always be an enigma to both of us. You could choose from Saul/Paul to Heinlin's definition, and it will never be close to Love. So, what's your point?

I came decided to leave alone, I had to remind myself while brought forth the fourth.

Love? There's no love. There is us, pity human beings in need of support, acceptance, attention, and whatnot. He had a hard face, but sad eyes. I couldn't help but get him closer and dive into his memories, otherwise nothing would be gained from the exercise. I saw it, like a moving picture, love was a parking lot with her leaving for humanitarian job and sure that it will be the end, that she will came changed. Love was telling her how stupid she was for trying to leave the one that loved her truly and deeply because she was afraid. It was too weird to see that love was being, being there, no matter how much it hurt, being there to do what was right for the loved ones.  So, there was love... and hate... I saw all the frustration grow and take root to give ripe hate... it seems that for this one there's such a thing as one too many...

I got to the last one tired... Have you let home for long and came back to see your mother hands, which used to look like yours look now, covered in liver spots, the skin looking so thin that you think it may break, still strong and lively when hugging you to welcome you home? Those hands are love, changed, but the same. Have you ever found yourself talking for hours, planning, laughing, fooling around with someone half a world away? Well, that's love. Have you ever found yourself sitting the long wait waiting for the flames to bring family to the netherworld with a strong arm offered by those that you never thought would be there? Well, that's love. All of them are right and wrong. In the end, love is and you, my friend, are.

I came to the hill to throw them away, to shed the burden off my shoulders... we came down the hill together, a whole, being one. 

In the end, love is and I am.