Heraclitus Was Wrong!

The river

where you set

your foot just now

is gone—

those waters

giving way to this,

now this.

--Heraclitus, Fragments.

Translated by Brooks Haxton

I listen to an old recording.

The music begins to flow, and suddenly I have a river.

Why not?

We speak of streams of music. Sound moves. A song begins, passes through time, and ends. I can step into that stream simply by listening.

So I put on a Philosopher’s cloak and make a rather grand announcement:

Heraclitus was wrong!

There is only one small problem.

I am a fox.

A river that plays again

The river associated with Heraclitus has been flowing through philosophy for a very long time.

One surviving fragment describes people stepping into the same rivers while different waters flow upon them. Even that is more subtle than the familiar saying that we can never step into the same river twice.

But I have a different river.

Mine comes through a pair of speakers.

I can play a recording I heard when I was young. I can stop it, start it again, return tomorrow, and play it again.

The musical stream may be

the same as then, but I’m not.

Perhaps Heraclitus wins after all.

Or perhaps the question needs another turn.

Who said a river has to be water?

That is where the game begins.

I have called music a stream.

Why shouldn’t I?

It flows.

If flowing sound can be a stream, I can call this particular stream a river. Once I do that, something interesting happens to the philosophical problem.

I can step into this river again.

Play the recording.

There it is.

Someone may immediately object:

That’s not what Heraclitus meant.

Maybe not.

But how do we know exactly what Heraclitus meant?

We cannot ask him.

What remains has reached us through surviving fragments, later writers, scholarship, interpretation, and translation. Scholars themselves have disagreed about how the river fragments should be understood.

That doesn’t mean Heraclitus can mean anything I want him to mean.

It means the objection hasn’t ended the question.

It has given me another one.

What are we assuming?

The word river seems simple until someone calls music a river.

The word same seems simple until an old recording begins to play.

The word change seems simple until we ask exactly what is changing.

The sound?

The listener?

The surroundings?

The meaning the music has now?

Even Heraclitus’ surviving fragment leaves something interesting to think about. It speaks of the same rivers and different waters. Something remains identifiable while something else changes.

What makes the river the river, then?

The water alone apparently isn’t sufficient, because the waters change while the river can still be called the same river.

So what makes my musical stream different?

Perhaps there is an excellent answer.

I would like to hear it.

But first we have to think.

The fox challenges

The fox doesn’t possess the answer.

The fox poses a problem.

The fox puts on the Philosopher’s cloak, calls a flowing sequence of sound a musical stream, and announces with great confidence that Heraclitus was wrong.

Now what?

Is a stream of music really a river?

Why?

Why not?

If I listened to this recording decades ago and play it again now, in what sense is it the same stream?

In what sense is it different?

And what about the listener?

The fox’s little game works because there is no obvious place to stand without making assumptions of our own.

Rejecting the proposition requires reasoning.

Accepting it requires reasoning.

Even saying That’s not what Heraclitus meant requires us to consider what we think Heraclitus meant and how confidently we can know it.

The fox keeps moving.

Not because the fox knows the final answer.

Each answer gives the fox another angle from which to ask a question.

Philosophy likes names

There is another joke hiding in all of this.

Philosophy likes naming things.

I understand the attraction. A name gives us something we can hold long enough to think about it.

So the fox plays along.

This flowing thing?

A river.

More precisely:

the musical stream.

Once it has a name, we can argue about whether the name fits.

But perhaps the argument over the name is useful in itself.

Why does one definition feel natural while another feels wrong?

What have we included?

What have we excluded?

Which qualities did we decide matter?

At what point did our definition become so familiar that we stopped noticing the decisions underneath it?

Sometimes an unfamiliar name makes the familiar thing strange enough to see again.

An old song

That is why an old recording works so well for this particular game.

Something familiar returns.

I recognize it.

The recording does not restore the person who originally heard it.

Years have passed.

Books have been read.

People have come and gone.

Ideas once held firmly have changed. Things once overlooked have become important.

The recording doesn’t need to know any of this.

It simply plays.

The musical stream may be the same as then, but I’m not.

And suddenly I am wondering again what I mean by same.

Turning the question

This is what I enjoy about arguing with an old philosophical idea.

I don’t have to destroy it.

I don’t actually have to prove Heraclitus wrong.

I can turn the question.

Look from here.

Now from there.

What did Heraclitus assume?

What does the Philosopher’s voice in my poem assume?

What does the fox assume?

What do I assume?

What does a translator assume?

What does the reader assume?

Something that appeared settled begins to show additional angles.

And eventually I may discover that the assumption I was examining in someone else’s argument has been quietly operating in mine.

That’s when the game becomes interesting.

Catch me

The poem doesn’t end with a conclusion.

The rusty red fox leaves the Philosopher’s cloak behind, runs down the temple steps, stops, looks back, and calls:

“hurrah! hurrah! catch me!”

That is where I want to leave the fox.

A conclusion would stop the movement.

The fox would rather keep going.

Perhaps a good question sometimes does the same thing.

It doesn’t necessarily replace an old truth with a new one.

It makes something we regarded as obvious strange enough to examine again.

And just when we think we’ve caught the answer, another assumption runs past.

A Small Practice

Take an idea that seems obvious.

Nothing grand is required.

Success. Nature. Work. A good life. A river.

Ask what you mean by the word.

Then change the angle.

Give the familiar thing an unfamiliar name and see what becomes visible.

Notice the first objection that appears.

Then ask:

Why?

Not because the objection is necessarily wrong.

It may be exactly right.

But now there is something to examine.

Follow it.

The fox has already started running.

The poem

The poem uses the river not as a lesson to memorize but as something to argue with, replay, and finally run after. Musical reference: “Across the Universe.” Song credited to Lennon–McCartney; the poem “the musical stream” below is my response.

(the musical stream)

deva jai guru deva, om

in the middle of

the woods stands a temple made

of white marble with

columns forming a circle

with steps at cardinal points

deva jai guru deva, om

softly, a stream of

music flows from the temple

while a figure cloaked

in white remains motionless—

a rusty red tail revealed

deva jai guru deva, om

the Philosopherstops the flow of the music

by quipping "look, the

flow of this river is the

same as it was in your teens!"

deva jai guru deva, om

he defiantly

declares, "Heraclitus was

wrong!" and he demands

that I admit this to him

as I listen to music

deva jai guru deva, om

within the words of

the chant playing, I

reply to him"the musical stream may be

the same as then, but I'm not"

deva jai guru deva, om

suddenly, the fox

leaves the cloak behind, and he

laughs as he runs down

the steps—stops to look at me—

yells, "hurrah! hurrah! catch me!"

deva jai guru deva, om

Further Study and Sources

Heraclitus, river fragment B12. The surviving river material is fragmentary and has been transmitted through later writers. One important formulation speaks of people entering the same rivers while different waters flow upon them. Interpretations of the river fragments remain contested.

Leonardo Tarán, “Heraclitus: The River Fragments” (1989). Tarán discusses the ambiguity of Heraclitus’ expression, the problems created by the fragments’ transmission through later writers, and the difficulties involved in interpreting the changing-river fragments.

Daniel W. Graham, “Heraclitus as a Process Philosopher” (2012). Graham examines Heraclitus as a thinker of process and the relationship between flux and constancy. The essay is useful background for thinking about why the river image is more complicated than a slogan about everything changing.

The poem “the musical stream” is my own playful response to the river image. Calling recorded sound a river, questioning what remains the same, and using the fox to challenge our assumptions are my extensions of the problem rather than claims about what Heraclitus intended.

About These Essays

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