Any six year old uses the word “thing” effectively. Everyone who speaks knows what a thing is, and how to refer to some thing when saying “that thing.” Thing refers to “that X", and is a “this” or a “one”, as in, “a unit”, or “an object”, or “one entity”.
But what is actually there, long enough, that we can point to some thing, and say “thing”? How do I make out one thing? What has been made out, where I clarify, “no, not that thing, the other thing”?
Heraclitus understood a thing as:
“It rests from change.” - Fragment 84
He is more addressing “how” things exist, implying “what” all particular things might be. He begins with the assertion that all things that are, are moving.
“Fire, having come upon them, will judge and seize upon (condemn) all things.” - 66
So what does the fact of motion tell us about the struggle that defines a thing?
“It is not possible to step twice into the same river.” -91
“On those who enter the same rivers, ever different waters flow.” -12
A more precise formulation of this is to say that it is not possible to step into the same river once.
“In the same river, we both step and do not step, we are and are not.” -49
“Motion” and “things” are entangled. Things that are, are moving things.
For Heraclitus, somehow, “same rivers,” are “different waters flowing.” So a river is never really identical with itself, or same, or a “river”, in the first place, just as the man who steps is always changing position while stepping and never the same exact man (nor, therefore, present twice to step into the same river; he is, and is not). The fixed identity of any one thing is itself in motion, so that a thing is always becoming, as in a river whose “ever different waters flow.”
Motion seems to seize and undo every ‘thing’, every time, instantaneously, in every place. Things becoming things, moving away from what they no longer are, towards that which they are not yet, is not a thing being a thing, in the normal sense of ‘being’ at least. Motion seizes all because:
“How can one hide from that which never sets?” -16
This is Heraclitus’ wisdom – things that are, are things that are in motion.
So it seems motion does not allow for things to stand still, to simply be. How, then can we ever find a thing, when all we find are only things undone – only undoing, only motion?
But motion can’t be described without something still, something that is not the motion, but is moved, or is moving, or coming to be.
Heraclitus said that all is flux, but he didn’t only say that all is flux.
“All things are an interchange for Fire, and Fire for all things, just like goods for gold and gold for goods.” – 90
An interchange is not merely interchanging motion, it is a thing interchanging. He spoke of “fire” and “things” in an exchange. Does flux itself, then, have parts; or maybe it is things, interjecting themselves and imposing themselves against the flux that make a continuous flux seem to have parts? Are there things parting things, or parting things parting?
To give further account of things that come to be, Heraclitus spoke of the bow used for a musical instrument, and only the tense bow dragging across the tense string begets the existing harmonious single note.
“They do not understand how that which differs with itself is in agreement: harmony consists of opposing tension, like that of the bow and the lyre.” -51
But instead of this picture of what a thing is carved out as the sound of a bow across strings, let us consider just the bow, like an archer’s bow. An archer’s bow, leaning in the corner of a room is the picture of stillness. Left leaning against a wall, it is not moving at all, or moved by any, as it stands there, motionless, in the corner. Yet what is this thing we call “a bow”? The bow, only with its wooden limb bending, and string tightening, is a bow. The wooden limb, so strong, it is tearing the string apart, while resisting desperately from being broken in half. At the same time the string is pulling on and bending the wooden limb towards breaking, while straining from being torn to shreds. There are many things at war in the picture of the bow. Yet this is true as it stands still, motionless, in the corner, against a wall.
This is the tension that it is like to be any single thing: in the bow, tearing and being torn make one and the same thing; standing still in the corner is a violent, surging conflict.
“The way up and the way down is one and the same.” - 60
Each seeming polar opposite – stillness and motion – each only present themselves when or where they are present together, at once, in tension. You do not have stillness without motion, because you do not have motion without stillness; or, you do not have motion without stillness, because you do not have stillness without motion. From any direction, the path that ends in a thing becomes its own cause; each pole of the tension begets the other, and neither comes first.
“What opposes unites, and the finest attunement stems from things bearing in opposite directions.” – 8
You don’t have a bow standing still in the corner unless you have the string being torn apart as it breaks wood in half.
Once you see what Heraclitus’ bow, what the man who both “steps and does not step into the same river” represents, you see bows, like rivers everywhere. In every argument, in every individuated object, in every heap, in every point, in every notion, in every physical act, in every foreign policy provision, in every word, in every “thing”, a tension has been drawn, like a bow, standing still, as a bow (war of wood and string, the coming to be of what is).
But there is a better example than the bow. The barley-drink, Kykeon, shows the tension (the how) that makes a thing (the what) be what a thing is.
Kykeon is a mixture of wine, barley, and cheese, maybe with some oil. It sounds like a vinaigrette, but it’s a wine drink, also called a barley-drink. The ingredients of a Kykeon poured into a cup would separate in the cup, and stay separated, some floating, some settling, oil not mixing with the wine. And so, sitting in the cup they are not yet the barley-drink Kykeon, even though they are poured together in the same cup. Heraclitus noticed that:
“The barley-drink stands still, only while stirring.” - 125.
You have to shake and stir the ingredients, and drink it while it is stirring, to drink a proper barley-drink. The particular barley-drink only exists, only stands still, as the particular thing that it is, while it is stirring.
“It rests from change.” – 84
That is what a thing is. That is how a thing is. That is how all things persist as fluctuating things.
To describe the basic nature of a thing, Heraclitus joins stillness and motion as one; Heraclitus is trying to force us to look for what one thing is, by understanding how one thing comes to be. It rests (what) from change (how). One thing comes to be because coming to be moves one particular movement. Things resist their undoing, so that undoing can undo things. Begetting newer things, begetting newer begetting things. Begetting and undoing are now directions one can simultaneously attend to where one simultaneously sees things, that come to no longer be things.
Tension.
Pausing for a moment, now we must face the fact that language is inadequate to the task we have set ourselves. Why do I think you might understand me, if I am using words to say absurd things like “a man cannot step into the same river twice” and “the way up and the way down are one”?
We are in a very rarefied and ephemeral space – where a naively held “thing” vanishes before our eyes as we wonder what and how any single thing might come to be whatever and however any thing is.
To speak of “things” this abstractly, language itself becomes an obstacle, like a thing clouding what we intend to say. That said, I’ll try to explain Heraclitus anyway.
“The path of writing is crooked and straight.” -59
When I talk about a drink with the ingredients wine, cheese and barley to explain the concept of what a single thing is, I habitually tend to think of the wine, the cheese and the barley each as a prior thing. These are quickly conceptualized as parts, as ingredients, as things. When stirring is joined with the other ingredients, we have an event that we can then name “Kykeon” marking this moment in the stillness of a name, a concept, like a nominalist marker. But this is a mistake.
Heraclitus is trying to describe (not explain) something universal, or better, ever-present, where any one thing is standing out as one, still, persisting thing. The wine, barley and cheese are stirring; they are to be understood all together, as the fire, as the motion, the stirring, the being or the becoming of a thing coming to be. The stirring itself is flux, fire, becoming – the “ing” of being (writing is crooked).
Here is where language most directly confronts at least my ability to express my idea (and I think Heraclitus’ idea). We in the West have been trained to oppose being with becoming. Something that is, is not changing at all, but is being still – it is just there; whereas something that is becoming, is in process, not yet there, but maybe potentially there, becoming actually there, until eventually it is no longer coming to be, but simply is. We draw an unbridgeable distinction between things being and things becoming that implicitly and necessarily opposes these separate forms of existence. But this is error. Being and becoming need not be set in opposition.
There is another distinction that brings being and becoming closer together, and that non-being, or nothing, or non-becoming. Call it what you will, the most self-evident antithesis of being is non-being. This reminds us of Parmenides - where being is, nothing cannot also be, and where nothing is, being is not. The phrase “nothing is” (which linguistically makes “nothing” an object, a thing, that “is”) doesn’t mean there is a thing, like a cold, empty darkness, that we call “nothing,” and that this cold empty dark thing, is. No, the phrase “nothing is” simply means things are not present. So the opposite of being, is not a being, but is nothing, or more precisely, non-being.
The same whole analysis can apply to becoming. The opposite of becoming is non-becoming. This sounds more non-sensical, simply because we never need to use this figure of speech to speak of “nothing”. The opposite of becoming is becoming nothing; this sounds better, but still, is strained.
Many have resolved these terms as a triad, where being, is not becoming, and both are not nothing, while nothing is not being or becoming. This triad can then be unified in a dialectical motion where becoming joins being with non-being, where things that are coming to be both exist in a sense, and do not exist yet, as they continue to become; Being is the fixed end result where that which is nothing, becomes after a process, some thing being.
But that is all distraction. From Heraclitus’ picture of a thing, it seems to me that flux is like an engine, the engine of being/becoming. Being is an activity, a motion. It is a running engine, and more precisely the running. I would think Heraclitus might say that the definition of being, is becoming. And taking some license, the “ing” in being, as it is in becoming, does all of the work necessary. Being is a momentary, present, mentally captured instance of fluid becoming - both being and becoming then sharing “ing” over different durations. The difference between a being and a becoming, is the amount of time and length of the naming process it takes to point each thing out, but each thing, is only a thing being a thing, which is no different than saying each thing is only a thing becoming a thing.
This stirring being/becoming running engine lies at the one edge of the tension. None of these stirrings or motions are the thing. Barley, wine and cheese all moving together in a cup are the mixing, the running engine, not the thing; and only this particular mixing makes a “this”, the first thing, namely, here, a Kykeon, a single, particular drink. “The barley-drink stands still, only while stirring.” Thing-ness, barley-drinkness, is the standing-stillness. Thing-ness is not there if/when the ingredients are stagnant, but once barely, wine and cheese are stirring, thing-ness first comes to be, immediately clear, called Kykeon; a new thing stands, and for the brief moments it keeps stirring, we have a barley-drink sitting there, still, in our cup.
The thing may only exist in motion, but now there seems to be the thing side of the tension, where stillness stands, the “what”, as well as the moving aspect of things, the “how”. This seems like two different places to look, like there are two different things. But we were trying to explain how one thing, like a barley-drink, simply is. The tension in the picture of the single barley drink is not formed as between two different things (as in the picture of the man and the river, or the wood and the string); now, the tension is found between the object, and its being or stirring or becoming. The object does not get to be a single, fixed, static, still object, unless there is a stirring.
Here we are tempted to then say that the form of this thing is where the thing can be spoken of, and that discussion can forgo reference to the being or becoming or stirring fire that quickens the thing into form; but we must remember we are only talking about one thing, and that is only “one thing” while it is stirring, so we are always talking about the stirring and its still form simultaneously.
Now, I bump into the compulsion (driven by my language) to think logically, linearly. I can conceptualize thing (such as barley-drink), separately conceptualize being (such as stirring), but these are not two different “things” though I’ve made two different concepts out of them. The barley-drink stands still. The barley-drink is the thing. The stirring is not the thing. The stirring is the being of the standing still barley-drink. That is not two things. That is one thing being one thing. That is one thing that has come to be, or is being, or is becoming (if you like).
I recall that, in the beginning, I assumed the fact of motion. Which now simultaneously assumes things being moved both into and out of being, or things becoming things. So have I done anything more than describe my assumptions? My sense is that, by describing something so basic, we describe the conditions for any explanation – we are forced here to again deal with language, to ground our language on the fact of individuated units (Aristotle) standing (Platonic form) while stirring (Platonic illusion - postmodern process).
To summarize, Heraclitus, in defining what allows identity to emerge in ubiquitous flux and change, said:
“All things are an interchange for Fire, and Fire for all things, just like goods for gold and gold for goods.” – 90
And in a more linear logically penetrable way (I now hope), he summarized what and how and one thing is as:
“It rests from change.” – 84
Heraclitus is more than a teacher of flux. He implores us, still, today, to see also the intercourse with permanent, eternal things that is the fiery nature of experience. And then there is the Logos, the language, the logic of our apprehension, crooked and vexing.
Why I will forever love Heraclitus: he is known for saying motion itself, or flux, is what is most real:
“Fire in its advance will judge and convict all things.” -66
But now, he forever stands permanently fixed in history as the herald of Flux. His very legacy, therefore, is a bow, a tension of opposites, a seeming paradox, as he has become the fixed father of the unfixed. Should his words be one day forgotten, consumed by time, he will be proven wise as his musings are exchanged for fire; but as we today stir up his name here, again recapturing the same Heraclitean flux, he, like motion itself, stands still, fixed, permanently in tension with the very meaning of such wisdom.
“The sun is new each day.” – 6