11 June 2012
Emma asks, If I drive down a street and accidentally hit a
dog is it regret or sadness I feel? I
think she asks two questions actually: what
distinguishes regret from sadness, and what
is regret?
And so let me see if I can begin to
consider how to distinguish the phenomenon of regret from that of sadness. (Though
even as I write I am wondering if feeling sad
is different than the experience of sadness?
If I change the word don’t I also change the experience!) The Oxford English Dictionary defines regret
as “some sorrow or disappointment due to some external event or circumstance.” The word regret also refers “to sorrow or pain
due to reflection on something one has done or undone.” I suppose that a felt
sorry or pain for that which is ‘not done’ would also be included in the
definition of regret. Now the dictionary also refers to regret as sorrow “at or
for some loss or deprivation for a
lost thing or person.” I think that in all three definitions regret is a
passive response and accomplishes nothing. That is, though reflection appears
to be an activity, in regret one recollects on what is no more and cannot any
longer receive any action. One might feel active in the experience of regret
but regret requires that nothing more be done; to feel regret requires that no
further action be taken.
By the first definition regret seems
rather akin to sadness: the regret being an emotional state inspired by some
external event or circumstance and accompanied by sorrow or disappointment. Sad
is a state characterized by sorrow! When I look up the word ‘sorrowful’ I find
in its definition the word ‘sad.’ Now, sad has some interesting meanings: for
example, bread that has not risen is referred to as ‘sad,’ and soil that is
stiff and heavy is ‘sad.’ But I believe that the sad to which Emma refers means
‘sorrowful or mournful.’ Now, sorrow refers to “a distress of mind caused by
loss, suffering, disappointment, etc.” (It’s a chase without end, this looking to
words to define a word! ‘Distress’ means: ‘to cause pain, suffering, agony or
anxiety to; to afflict, vex, or make miserable’). So sorrow refers to the
experience of a troubled/unpleasant/painful psychological state; sorrow refers
to “grief, deep sadness, or regret” (oh, no! there is that word again!). As a
noun ‘sorrow’ refers to that which causes grief, deep sadness or regret.
Thus, it would seem that the
concept ‘sad’ seems to inhere to the meaning of regret and sorrow, and the
latter seems to suggest some intensity or extremity to the sadness. But
nevertheless, implied in regret (Remember
Alice?) is the belief that there has been some active complicity in an external event or circumstance and that the
outcome of this event did not turn out the way it had been planned and that
this unwanted result has led to the feeling known as regret. In this formulation there appears to be some activity involved in regret. I cannot suffer
regret over something I have not done. I must have done something, even if what
I have done is not have done something. That is, for example I should not feel
regret when someone driving my car has run over a dog; but I can regret that I allowed someone else to drive my car. I should not regret that rather
than to have chosen another route on which perhaps the dog would not be
present, I chose to turn down the particular street on which the dog was
walking and I happened to run it over. Unless, of course, I knew that the
street was itself overrun with dogs and there was no chance I would avoid
running over a dog. I could never have known when I lent out the car or turned
on the street that this event would occur. And so the sorrow or disappointment—the regret—is directed not
at the event itself, for which I might experience sadness—but at the universe in which such
contingency is always at play. What I regret is that I was not omniscient.
Which is absurd because omniscience is not a quality that belongs to human
beings despite the exalted possession of it claimed by various politicians and
clergy. As Philip Roth suggests, getting it wrong
is what life is all about, in which case sadness is inevitable but regret absent
of meaning. Purposeless.
And so I think the assumption of
activity on the part of regret is specious because, in fact, regret derives not
from the activity but from its avoidance. One can only regret by situating
oneself in the past where activity is outside the realm of possibility. Nothing
can be done in the past; indeed, for that matter, nothing can be done in the
future. Only the present enables action. Indeed, the only way to avoid regret
is to cease all activity. This reminds me of Merry in American Pastoral whose Jainism requires that she live in squalor
and don a face mask to prevent her harming even accidentally any living thing. Merry
becomes ironically a complete victim. Needless to say (I am uttering an
apophasis), Merry adopts this stance after having killed four people in
terrorist bombings as part of her anti-war activities. Indeed, she expresses no
regret for her deeds. But her Jainism is not
regret but active response: her activity transforms her into a victim.
However, if in the first place I
meant to be cruel and set out to run over a dog, then I suffer would not
experience regret anyway!
In the second definition above,
regret occurs “on reflection” of the
event and is not itself inherent in
the event. That is, here regret does not occur as a part of any event but
rather, results (again) as a consequence of the event’s end that could not (again)
be known at its beginning. Regret results when the world did not turn out as one
had expected! But then, I suggest, how could any end ever be known at its
beginning? Even the Nazis got it wrong! Getting it wrong is what life is all
about. Dewey once said that any experiment that turned out exactly as planned
was a useless experiment in which nothing was learned but what was already
known at the beginning. Or, to offer my own humble idea: if we knew the end at
the beginning, then the end already exists in the past. Two things seem to
follow here: first, in this case one would live in the past, and second, however I get to that end becomes acceptable.
Any means to the end will serve which perhaps is not all that different from
the end justifying the means. In such a situation, as long as the end set at
the beginning is realized, then regret does not exist regardless of means. But if
one does experience a regret, then that experience holds the individual to a
past that cannot be altered, and to ‘reflect’ on that past absolves any
engagement in the present. Regret becomes a strategy for avoiding life.
In the third definition, regret is
the realization of a loss experienced as the result of the loss of thing or
person. I regret losing my jewelry, my innocence or my friend. Seneca talks
about the uselessness of grief that I am equating here to regret. The wise man,
says Seneca, does not hanker after what he has lost,” though, of course, he
does prefer not to lose those things! Seneca’s correspondent, Lucilius, has
experienced the death of a friend, and Seneca suggests to him that tears may be
appropriate to the experience but that lamentations are not. “Would you like to
know what lies behind extravagant weeping and wailing? In our tears we are
trying to find means of proving that we feel the loss. We are not being
governed by our grief but parading it.” I think that Seneca addresses the
concept of regret at which I aim. In this description regret is a product of
vanity: it is ourselves we mean to display in our expressions of regret. Seneca
remarks that “Nobody really cares to cast his mind back to something which he
is never going to think of without pain,” but in fact, the person who lives in
regret revels in the pain.
The answer to the uses of regret
lies in the definition. Contingency is the state of the world and therefore,
regret is useless. Who would plan an event in which failure was the end and
then continue to reflect on the failure rather than work for attainment?
1 Comments:
Alas...I am blessed by another of your blogs which resonates within me. I have much sadness and regret these days. So much so that I know not where to put all of it. Perhaps a dumpster...or landfill? Ahh, but my ego would miss it so. She loves to revel.
And I am surely not as stoic as Seneca may have been! I can't imagine assuming an unaffected countenance when experiencing passion, joy or greif! If I would have lived then and met him, I doubt we would have been friends. What would we have spoken of so earnestly upon meeting up? Oh no, Seneca is not for me. At least not where I am now. Perhaps on another journey.
Define the words regret and sadness as you will or even let the "Jack of Hearts steal them clean away" and I would still feel something even though I wouldn't have a name for the "something." Are not words simply labels we use to find common ground in the landscape of language for communicating?
Phillip Roth's suggestion, "getting it wrong is what life is all about," plucks my guitar strings as well. But by agreeing I'd have to admit that the Republican politicians REALLY know what life is all about since they REALLY are getting it wrong these days! Enough said.
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