Søren Kierkegaard on espionage & Kenneth Burke on strategy
And Kierkegaard on “spying” as a theologian, in the chapter, Governance’s Part in My Authorship from his The Point of View:
l am like a spy in a higher service, the service of the idea. l have nothing new to proclaim, I am without authority; myself hidden in a deception. l do not proceed directly but indirectly — cunningly; I am no saint — in short, l am like a spy who in spying, in being informed about malpractices and illusions and suspicious matters, in exercising surveillance, is himself under the strictest surveillance. See, the police also use such people. For that purpose they do not choose only people whose lives have always been most upright; what is wanted is only experienced, scheming, sagacious people who can sniff out everything, above all pick up the trail and expose. Thus the police have nothing against having such a person under their thumb by means of his vita ante acta [earlier life] in order precisely thereby to be able to force him unconditionally to put up with everything, to obey, and to make no fuss on his own behalf. It is the same with Governance, but there is this infinite difference between Governance and the municipal police — that Governance, who is compassionate love, precisely out of love uses such a person, rescues and brings him up, while he uses all his sagacity, which in this way is sanctified and consecrated. But in need of upbringing himself, he realizes that he is duty-bound in the most unconditional obedience.
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To return, then, to the issue of those who spy upon themselves…
Jalaluddin Rumi has a story in his Masnavi, one of the many facets of which, I suspect, can illuminate this point, albeit a bit obliquely.
He describes a contest that a sultan once held between the Chinese and Greek schools of artists, to determine which had the greater ability in art. Each school was given one half of a room, and a great curtain fixed between them. The Chinese, with a vivid appreciation of nature’s moods and humanity’s place between skies and mountains, painted their half of the room with exquisite care and subtlety. The Greeks took quite an other approach, covering the walls on their side with silver plate, then buffing and burnishing it to a brilliant reflective sheen.
When the work was done and the curtain drawn back, the beauty of the Chinese room was stunning – but the loveliness of the Greek room, in which the Chinese room was reflected to dazzling effect, was even more so:
The image of those pictures and those works
was mirrored on those walls with clarity.
And all he’d seen in there was finer here –
his eyes were stolen from their very sockets.
Rumi explains that the Chinese in his fable are like those who see the outer world only, while the Greeks are those who “stripped their hearts and purified them” – and that “the mirror’s purity is like the heart’s”…
Those who examine their own hearts — Ursula le Guin nicely calls them “withinners” since their voyages, adventures, discoveries and treasures are found primary within themselves — may make reluctant spies, for they do not easily see one side of a dispute as entirely right and the other side utterly wrong: but their nuance places them among the finest of analysts.
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Oh, but let’s be sensible and worldly: most of us like to balance our mundane lives with the more exciting possibilities that are their opposites, and espionage – the derring-do more than the analysis, to be sure – is a wonderful foil for scholars’ fantasies, just as being swept off one’s feet by a prince and loved tempestuously between the pages of a book is a sweet shift from the menial paper trails of office life, and space opera a fine venture for those beset by gravity and white lab coats.
And whether Jason Bourne, Jack Bauer, James Bond or just a little J&B‘s your tipple, you may find espionage, dealing as it does with secrets, is a natural launching pad for fantasy…
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More sseriously, for the analysts and educators among our ZP readership — let me just suggest that the literary and humane arts will deepen analytic understanding as surely as big data will extend its technical reach.
And when you come right down to it — your human mind is still the best and subtlest software engine in the room…
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J. Scott Shipman:
October 25th, 2012 at 7:52 pm
Hi Charles,
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Off-beat question: How does big data extend the technical reach of understanding? I’m doing some work in and around big data, and more often than not have found the quality of meaning in big data depends more on having the ability to frame the right question (I mean this from an AI perspective) (btw, I may have answered the question…not sure.)
Lexington Green:
October 25th, 2012 at 9:14 pm
Another author / spy is Paul M. Linebarger, who wrote his classic works of science fiction under the pen name Cordwainer Smith.
A cinematic spy worthy of recollection is Harry Palmer, played with grit and panache by Michael Caine, in The Ipcress File and two sequels.
Charles Cameron:
October 25th, 2012 at 9:21 pm
Hi Scott:
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I’m not terribly impressed with big data, and think it’s often more a buying point in that new expensive software and faster, vaster computers may serve as reasons for increasing a budget, and then also a selling point for those who want to use eye-candy graphics to show just how terrific their work is — but underneath the gloss, there’s no doubt a good deal of utility at the quantifiable end of network mapping, and i don’t want to denigrate that.
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So from my POV, I’ll allow for the fact that big data may facilitate certain aspects of analysis, but consider the human doing the thinking (whether in terms of setting parameters or deducing implications) as far more valuable (albeit less costly) than the computer & software combination.
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Give me a mind that asks relentless, eccentric questions any day!
Charles Cameron:
October 25th, 2012 at 9:47 pm
Hi Lex:
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I’m a big fan of Cordwainer Smith, Ballad of Lost C’Mell and so forth, and always hoped to find a copy of his book on Psychological Warfare when I was a book scout.
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And Ipcress too – boy, that takes me back!