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A History of Our Lord Rene Descartes

dated 1999 AD [1]

by Iain Maloney

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The purpose of this essay is not an in depth discussion into the myths and legends surrounding Rene Descartes but rather an introduction for the uninitiated student of Cartesianity.  All that will be discussed here are known facts, proven time and again by philosophers, with no embellishments or bias for any point of view.

Descartes was born after immaculate conception at the time of year we now refer to as Cartesmas Time around 2000 years ago in 0 BC[2]. His mother, the Virgin Candy as the Roman Cartholics refer to her, was on her way to Tours for the annual Solipsist’s Convention when the angel Gary came to her in a dream and informed her that she was heavily pregnant with the Son of God.  Candy was delighted with this news as it meant that she could satisfy her biological ticking without dealing in all that ‘messy business’ and that her son would never fear unemployment.  Hoping that she could still reach the convention she decided to continue driving for Tours but her labour pains began as she was passing through the village of La Haye.  Pulling into the car park of the local Hilton she soon discovered that not only were there no parking spaces but there were no rooms available either.  Left with no other alternative, the Lady Candy reluctantly gave birth to the Baby Rene in the back of a Ford Cortina.  (I will not enter just now into a discussion upon her refusal to enter a hospital as I intend that topic for another paper but let it suffice to say that her revulsion with the health service of the time was more stubborn than that of any of the so called health fanatics today).

After a difficult childhood being raised by a single parent in those repressed times and suffering the stigma of illegitimacy, young Rene eventually realised the calling of his birth and entered into the Holy Order of Philosophers at La Fleche where he remained until it was felt that his education was complete.  At the Order he became involved with a group of revolutionaries who called themselves the “Rationalists”.  These were twelve (Rene made up the thirteenth) students including a young David Hume who was later to turn Rene over to the “Empiricists”, the sworn enemies of the Rationalists.  Their philosophy was that the world is an optical illusion which could only be made sense of by the use of reason.  Feeling the pull of spirituality that all in this Holy Order recognise as their own, Rene applied this philosophy and meditated upon the world.  Thus, like an alchemist, he concocted his most famous theories: the abolition of famine by the division of two or three loaves and fishes amongst the third world countries; his treatise on the possibilities of walking on water and, perhaps most importantly, his realisation of the existence of the great malignant demon Santa.  This demon, he theorised, came once a year among the mortals, entered their abodes through the chimneys and gave the occupants found therein false knowledge of the world.

He now entered the most important stage of his life.  Upon realising that all knowledge was suspect to doubts he set off for the deserts of France and Belgium (at that time situated near the equator) where he would not be disturbed by others nor found by Santa.  His aim was that, by eschewing reason, he should completely forget everything he knew and so begin his system of knowledge over again.  Unfortunately, as any psychology student tell you, if a man spends prolonged time without the company of others, he will undergo a period of self-discovery. Rene realised that he had a split personality and that there were two distinct people living within his body.  Finding that he could never be truly alone he began dialogues with the other and, instead of forgetting everything, he began to unearth hitherto unknown facts which, he argued, could not be doubted since his dwelling had no chimney for Santa to enter through.  Thus came such foundations of our intellectual lives as the theory that all our thoughts relate in some way to our mothers and that man could not survive without the invention and integration of a system of politics.  However the field to most benefit from Descartes’ meditations was the field of mathematics.  Just before his tragic death whilst protesting against the liberties being taken by carpenters and joiners, he stood up at a maths convention during a heated debate into which symbol should be used to signify “does not equal” and screamed “Cognito Error Sum”.  Now the language in which this is stated is unknown and is thought by many to be of Rene’s own invention but we are assured that it can be interpreted as “I think like a machine therefore I can make no mistakes in mathematics”.  This idea instantly became popular with maths students who frequently quoted it in examinations until the departments were forced to allow it onto the syllabus.  From this point on human understanding of mathematics progressed in leaps and bounds.

After this Descartes disappeared from public attention for a few years but eventually resurfaced, styling himself as an ageing hippy, and began protesting against many of the worlds inadequacies.  This led to his death when, after chaining himself to a wooden cross in a bid to show the world that every man could be a carpenter and didn’t have to pay their ridiculously high call out fees, he couldn’t unlock the chains. He refused the help of a locksmith claiming that they were involved in a conspiracy with the carpenters.  He died after the cross became rotten due to forty days and nights of rain; he had neglected to apply varnish and it snapped leaving him face down in three inches of water.  Since his feet were chained and he could not walk upon the liquid he had no choice but to breathe deeply the aqua vitae and promptly drowned.

 

 

[1] After Descartes.

[2] Before Cartesianity.

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Iain Maloney is a writer who spends his time trying to convince publishing companies of this fact.  When not explaining to people why he hasn’t won the Booker prize yet he sits in a darkened room rocking back and forth listening to Radiohead and planning his speech for when the people of the world finally ask him to take over and run things with an iron fist.  His list of those to be first against the wall will be published in seventy-two pop-up volumes in time for Christmas.

 


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