The zero-based philosophy of history The notion of a zero-based budget is familiar to all accountants. .PP When an accountant determines that the assets of a firm are insufficient to sustain anticipated payments, he may seek to rein in the expenditures by cutting back a little here and cutting back a little there, but not infrequently the competing demands for established commitments are too great to withstand, and one ends up by failing to meet ones budgetary goals. .PP A surer method of living within ones means is to start with the proposition that no expenditure is absolutely necessary. One then scrutinizes each potential disbursement to see how necessary it in fact might be, and to consider whether one might not be able to do without it. .PP I see a close analogy between the philosophy of history and the budget dilemmas I have described. The philosopher indulges not in monetary expenditures but in theories, each one of which requires a proof of its cogency, and evidence that it is something more than a flight of fancy. This obligation to substantiate ones hypotheses appears to be in general systematically disregarded; with the consequence that philosophy has become a species of poetry whose persuasiveness is a function of the eloquence and the loudness with which it is articulated. .PP We are at a loss to determine what Marx said about the end of history, and we become so embroiled in scholarly refutation that we forget to ask whether, even if he had said it, Marx could have known what he was talking about. .PP My inquiry about what Marx might or might not know about history, or Max Weber or Wilhelm Dilthey or for that matter, anyone else, must begin and end with the question about what *I* can know about history. The alternative is to adopt the scholastic refrain, autos ephe, and consider truth to be a matter simply of valid of attribution; to assume the truth of a statement merely because it has been articulated by someone of great reputation, without demanding any other confirmatory evidence, and without asking how its author could have known the truth of his assertions. .PP I begin therefore by asking what it is that I, as I sit here at my desk, watching the display on my video monitor alter with each line that I type, actually know about the past. I cannot rely on, and I must discount what I read in books, for from them I gain nothing more nor less than a present knowledge of the books' contents, but no knowledge at all of the past to which the book refers. That would be, on my part, an act of faith. .PP What I can remember, what I recollect about the past from my own experience is a very different matter. Of course the past history which I recollect is not the history of the world but is the history of my past, an account of what I myself have seen and heard, what I have thought and felt, have planned and tried and failed and accomplished. The truthful answer to this question is, that I in fact remember embarrassingly little. .PP The reconstruction of history unavoidavly proceeds by relying on artifacts, objects that stimulate memory, images and documents that provide specific details of the reconstruction. These artifacts create the illusion of reality also for the historian, whom they convince that the memories which they elicit correspond to the events as they occurred. Nor is this correspondence entirely illusory. .PP There are two modalities by which we acquire knowledge of a contemporary event. In the first place, we may be directly affected by it as observers. We may actively participate in it as actors. We also observe ourselves acting, and the difference between our memory as an agent and the memory of the observer is less than one might presume. (Memories of action differ in that the agent remembers also his intentions.) .PP Memory is the clue to history. We cannot understand history unless we understand memory. Memory is the spontaneous repetition (recapitulation) by the mind of prior experience. .PP Historical judgments rely on a synthetic memory; a synthesis from noted, documents, diaries, artifacts, books, out of which the mind fashions images and accounts that are analogous to its memories. =========== How do I know there is a past; what can I know about the past? can I know more about the past of Germany or Russia or France than I can know about my own past? And what in fact *do* I know about my own past? My knowledge of the past is a physiological fact the after image, the echo of the voice, the memory, the ability to recognize what I have previously seen, to understand what I have previously heard, to recognize my handwriting, my words, my thoughts. Although I think always only in the present, my present thoughts create "recreate" the past. And yet, what they point to is inaccessible. A cartesian reduction to the beginning about what I can state with certainty. Cogito ergo sum we replace with memory I remember, therefore there is some past. Husserls Cartesische Meditationen. That the past is inaccessible Das Geschehen an sich as inaccessible as das Ding an sich . =========== There should be of course no challenge to the fact that we have history. that there are history books, history professors, history departments; or that the awareness of history, the interpretation that we give it alters our view and our conduct. yet what should be understood is that the history which is taught there is contrived, is invented, is a fiction, and artifact, and that though this fact may be concealed by the rigor with which it is pursued this fact is not altered by the fact that this invention proceeds with great rigor. What matters is that the past really *is* inaccessible, and remains so, notwithstanding our most strenuous efforts to recover it, and that the history that we cultivate is not in any sense a recovery of the past that the recovery of the past is an illusion, that what we treat as history is really (only) an intellectual and emotional device to assist us in the precarious transition from past to future. For paradoxically, one of the functions of history is to create an illusion of the present; where if we look closely, the present is not there. We are unable to find it: ================== I note ambiguity and confusion in the use of the term history to refer both to the logical, conceptual description of a society and to that society itself. In consequence of this failure to discriminate between the description and that which is described the critical perspective that there is invariably more to a society than its history; that the historians description has limitations which that which he sought to describe does not possess. .PP THe question then arises, whether that history concerning which we wish to philosophize is the actuality of the social, political and natural processes, or whether that history is merely our description, our account, our interpretation of those processes. I consider the confusion noteworthy, because it appears to eliminate the contingency, the approximation of the historical account. Ordinarily, when I give an historical account or report, I leave open the possibility of imperfection, of incompleteness; it remains a story that we tell, and the reality about which the story is told remains independen of and unaffected by the story. When one refers, on the other hand, of history coming or not coming to an end one refers not to the end of an account or to the end of a story or a book; the end of history is not the end of Gibbons History of Rome, but the end of Rome; so that these two are very different. .PP We physicians commonly refer to a history and physical examination of a patient. When we take a history, we listen to the patient's spontaneous account of his experience of his illness; we ask questions to elicit details, but by no device of the imagination would we assume that the history which we record, that the historical record is identical with that which the record purports to describe, just as the blueprint of a house is not the same as the house, the description of an airplane does not fly, and the history of a city is not identical with that city. ====================== It makes a difference I suppose, whether one comes to the philosophy of history from the field of history or anthropology; in which case one might plausibly expect to find there a measure of certainty and truth that was absent from the raw discipline; or whether one proceeds from philosophy as the primary discipline in which case one would expect, in a Kantian sense, philosophy to define the boundaries of knowable history.