What indeed is a thing? The thing stands in opposition to the idea, just as what is known from the outside stands in opposition to what is known from the inside. A thing is any object of knowledge which is not naturally penetrable by the understanding. It is all that which we cannot conceptualise adequately as an idea by the simple process of intellectual analysis. It is all that which the mind cannot understand without going outside itself, proceeding progressively by way of observation and experimentation from those features which are the most external and the most immediately accessible to those which 'are the least visible and the most profound. To treat facts of a certain order as things is therefore not to place them in this or that category of reality; it is to observe towards them a certain attitude of mind. It is to embark upon the study of them by adopting the principle that one is entirely ignorant of what they are, that their characteristic properties, like the unknown causes upon which they depend, cannot be discovered by even the most careful form of introspection. (Durkheim [1895] 1982: 35-6)
Recasting the classical issues through a re-interpretation of Durkheim (among others) though a shift in the emphases to be placed on this or that passage from the Rules.
This is an orchestration for an event. For a
dance in fact. The participants will be
apprised of their roles at the proper time.
For now it is enough that they have arrived.
As the dance is the thing with which we are
concerned and contains complete within itself
its own arrangement and history and finale
there is no necessity that the dancers
contain these things within themselves as
well. In any event the history of all is not
the history of each nor indeed the sum of
those histories and none here can finally
comprehend the reason for his presence for he
has no way of knowing even in what the event
consists. In fact, were he to know he might
well absent himself and you can see that that
cannot be any part of the plan if plan there
be.
(Cormac McCarthy Blood Meridian 1985)
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul,
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
(Yeats "Among School Children" 1933)