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This intertwining in birth of radical “Mineness”<br />

and radical heteronomy produces a clash of two<br />

irreconcilable contraries. Or at least it does for any view<br />

of human life that makes freedom the sine qua non of<br />

personhood, which is what happens when “good” is<br />

only an adjective or adverb and never a noun.<br />

Kant has already shown us the extent to which<br />

modern man is ashamed of being simply human and<br />

so dreams of becoming something more. Dostoyevsky<br />

wrote of this shame as early as 1864, at the end of his<br />

enigmatic Notes from the Underground: “We are oppressed<br />

at being men—men with a real individual body and<br />

blood, we are ashamed of it, we think it a disgrace and<br />

try to contrive to be some sort of impossible generalized<br />

man.” Dostoyevsky was not a philosopher, but his<br />

observation can be transposed in a philosophical key:<br />

The shocking thing is individuation, the fact that we<br />

received our own particular body. We would be glad to<br />

possess the same universality as the angels, since each<br />

and every one of them is his own species.<br />

Günther Anders’s notion of a “promethean<br />

shame” identifies a similar sense of inadequacy. We are<br />

ashamed not to be a match for the perfection of our<br />

own products. The artefacts are perfect because they<br />

were designed and made according to the blueprint, not<br />

begotten and born.<br />

The solution is to ascend to perfection.<br />

Nietzsche’s Zarathustra is to overcome man and to sail<br />

in the direction of the Overman. Today, the dreams—<br />

or nightmares—of a post-human endpoint of history<br />

are deeply rooted in the desire modern man feels to<br />

escape the passivity of his birth, the moment of natality<br />

that can’t be turned into a project or enterprise, that<br />

can’t be made good. Hence the fascination with the socalled<br />

“transhumanist” project of transforming men<br />

into beings that would be more than men.<br />

If we’re not inclined toward the Overman and<br />

want to remain loyal to the human condition, then we<br />

face a fundamental question: What do we do with this<br />

radical impossibility of doing anything about our birth?<br />

Procreation<br />

There is a point at which freedom as the<br />

condition of action and the radical non-freedom of<br />

birth meet each other, and even clash against each<br />

other. This point is generation. For the existence of<br />

mankind depends on the free decision of its members.<br />

Children are born only because men and women come<br />

together and conceive them. This is not automatic.<br />

From the very beginning human freedom has played<br />

a role in the forward march of the generations. All the<br />

more so as technology progresses. Instinct may vouch<br />

for the survival of animal species. In the case of man,<br />

however, species survival is more and more relayed by<br />

freedom. Freedom’s dominion over natural impulses is<br />

a fact that we should wholeheartedly affirm. But, mind<br />

you, we should affirm this dominion if and only if it<br />

brings the subject of freedom to self-assertion, not to<br />

self-destruction. For this we need an external fulcrum.<br />

Plato conceived of the Good not so much as a<br />

norm that active subjects have to abide by but rather as<br />

a creative principle. He compares the Idea of the Good<br />

with the sun. Now, Plato insists that the sun doesn’t<br />

only shine its light on what already is, a role it plays<br />

to show us right action, the path to the good life. It<br />

also and more importantly gives being and life to what<br />

doesn’t yet exist. It furnishes coming to be (genesis),<br />

growth (auxē), and food (trophē). This corresponds to<br />

our everyday experience and was what Aristotle had in<br />

mind when he made what seems an odd qualification:<br />

Human being begets human being with the help of<br />

the sun. He meant this in a literal sense, which is to<br />

say, material sense. The sun makes plants grow, brings<br />

again the spring and so forth. Yet we should not limit<br />

ourselves to the literal. The sun’s indispensable light<br />

can be interpreted as a metaphor for the necessity of<br />

the Good for the survival of man.<br />

How can I tolerate not having created myself? My<br />

answer is: If and only if I come from some utterly good<br />

principle. Suppose that I owe my being to chance, to the<br />

concourse of blind forces. This is now a common view,<br />

one widely thought to be mandated by modern science.<br />

If this is so, I have no reason whatsoever to contribute<br />

to the coming to be of new life. But if I understand<br />

myself as the creature of a good and generous God,<br />

who calls me to share his life and love, then I have<br />

reasons to ensure the continuance of life.<br />

Put bluntly: If a blind watchmaker threw me into<br />

life without asking me for my advice, why should I play<br />

the same trick on other people by bringing them into<br />

the world? If, on the contrary, I experience myself as<br />

the creature of a good and generous God who calls me<br />

to partake of his own loving life, then I have the very<br />

best of reasons to use my freedom to promote life.<br />

Rémi Brague is Professor Emeritus of Philosophy at the Sorbonne<br />

in Paris and at Ludwig Maximilian University in Munich. He<br />

is the author of numerous books, including La Loi de Dieu:<br />

Histoire philosophique d’une alliance (2005) and Le<br />

Règne de l’homme: Genèse et échec du projet moderne<br />

(2015). This article is an abridged version of an article that<br />

appeared in the February edition of First Things. It is printed<br />

here with permission.<br />

42<br />

Summer 2015

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