Tell them I've had a wonderful life
Reflections on Wittgenstein's death bed message, happiness and beatitude
Already for some time, Ludwig Wittgenstein knew he was dying. He died shortly after his 62nd birthday, just months after he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer which had spread to his bone marrow. His last months were spent in a frenzy of philosophical writing, a lot of which would be published posthumously by his friend and former student Elizabeth (G.E.M.) Anscombe.
When it became apparent his death was imminent, he warned his friends and they rushed to Cambridge. Present at his death bed were former students Elizabeth Anscombe, Yorick Smythies, and Maurice O'Connor Drury, as well as Conrad Pepler, a Catholic priest (at his own request; Wittgenstein was a Catholic-influenced agnostic). Unfortunately they came too late. He was already unconscious and would never wake up. But he relayed this message to them, “Tell them I've had a wonderful life.”
By all accounts, this was a surprising utterance because Wittgenstein's life had not been easy, though it had certainly been eventful.
Also, he appeared to his friends the opposite of content, indeed, he seemed often fiercely unhappy. Philippa Foot, like Anscombe a philosopher who worked at Oxford, Somerville College, reflected on this death bed story in her book Natural Goodness (2001). She remarks that Wittgenstein's parting words to his friends “teach each us not to be too ready to speak of every good life as ‘a happy life’: Wittgenstein surely did not have a happy life, being too tormented and self-critical for that.” (p. 43). Further on, she writes
It is evident, however, that what has been said so far is quite inadequate as an account of that sense of the word in which it can be said that happiness is humanity's good. For one recalls Wittgenstein's famous death-bed insistence that he had had a wonderful life, which I have never seen questioned as the truth. Interpreted in terms of happy states of mind it would, however, have been very puzzling indeed if a life as troubled as his had been described as a good life. What Wittgenstein said rang true because of the things he had done, with rare passion and genius, and especially on account of his philosophy. Did he not say elsewhere 'The joy of my thoughts is the joy of my own strange life?' Joy is of the essence of a good life, but is of course compatible with prolonged suffering. In this connection I think also of an old Quaker woman of whom I have read, who after much persecution and suffering spoke of her 'joyous life' preaching the Word. She did not speak of her life as a happy life; it would have been puzzling if she had. So this example, too, helps us to question the identity of meaning between the expressions 'a good life' and 'a happy life' if the latter is thought of simply in terms of contentment, enjoyment, or pleasure. —Philippa Foot, Natural Goodness, p. 85
What are we to make about the connection between joy, pleasure, and happiness? My colleague Dan Haybron thinks that there are really two different concepts, it’s unfortunate they both have the same word denoting them (“happiness”). In his view, happiness can mean either the good life, or subjective wellbeing. A lot of disagreement such as what Foot alludes to is, according to Haybron, mainly verbal.
Other philosophers, such as Laura Sizer try to put both ideas of happiness together into one single unified concept: a good life requires not just the fulfillment of projects in a good life, but also a mood of subjective wellbeing.
I am, like Foot and Sizer, in favor of thinking of happiness as a unified concept. Lately, I've been exploring related notions (such as spinozist beatitude or blessedness) to try to think of a unified concept that captures being content, fulfilled, and having a sense of sufficiency.
As I mention in that linked blogpost, I think this notion of blessedness both clears a low and a high bar. The low bar because not much material wealth is needed, and far less than we aspire to or have, but yet also high bar should be cleared because happiness requires societal conditions that are increasingly not met, that help us to fulfill our potential the way Wittgenstein was able to do (he eventually resigned from his position at Cambridge so he could concentrate his remaining time on writing).
The right societal conditions allow a greater number of people to flourish (recall my discussion of the story of the Chinese immigrant factory worker). It is possible, like a hardy little prickly weed, to eek out an existence and to flourish in spite of all the systematic horridness thrown at one, for example, the long, monotonous hours of meaningless labor (in the case of the factory worker), gender or racial oppression, ableism, even abuse.
It is possible to even then secure survival, a survival of the whole person and not just safety, as Audre Lorde calls it (and which I discuss here in relation of the climate crisis).
Lordean survival means that we preserve ourselves, in the fullness of our being. Not merely having our material conditions met, but more than that. We are so many multiple selves. Securing the survival of those selves does, I think, constitute the good life and ultimate happiness.
So it is perhaps fitting to conclude this brief meditation on Wittgenstein's death bed words with this poem by Audre Lorde.
A Litany for Survival by Audre Lorde For those of us who live at the shoreline standing upon the constant edges of decision crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice who love in doorways coming and going in the hours between dawns looking inward and outward at once before and after seeking a now that can breed futures like bread in our children’s mouths so their dreams will not reflect the death of ours; For those of us who were imprinted with fear like a faint line in the center of our foreheads learning to be afraid with our mother’s milk for by this weapon this illusion of some safety to be found the heavy-footed hoped to silence us For all of us this instant and this triumph We were never meant to survive. And when the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the morning when our stomachs are full we are afraid of indigestion when our stomachs are empty we are afraid we may never eat again when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid So it is better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive.
There is something noble and beautiful, almost approximating an atheistic theodicy that seems to tell us our suffering is still worthwhile, to think that you might secure survival (in the Lordean sense of survival of your whole being) against all the odds. But it is far better to set up societal conditions so that many of us can reach this happy state.
Andre Lorde’s poem brought back a sense of deja vu for me. I recognize the urgent anxiety of a life lived in fear, realistic or not. However, even in the midst of anxiety, you discover that underlying everything there is still the need to survive, regardless of a fearful outlook. And, somehow, you take the steps needed to make the decisions and surmount whatever problems emerge. And, somehow, you wake up one morning to the 76th birthday, still fighting anxiety, but glad to have made it so much further than you could ever have imagined.
I am very grateful for this post.
One aspect of this discussion of a worthwhile life is, I think, a rejection of political and spiritual conservatism - a true commitment to solidarity with oppressed people from a position of relative privilege is a truer practice and definition of spirituality than any mealy-mouthed doctrine or ritual. It can be as simple as allowing one’s conscience to continue to be pricked by injustice, without succumbing to the algorithmic manipulations and devious suggestions of businesses and institutions. Today “the powers that be” have moved beyond simply wanting our money and lower status, to taking the guilt of our innate complicity and making us utopian or reactionary, in service to their spiritual warfare.
I find Buddhist philosophy, especially Zen Buddhism and its koans, to be tremendously helpful in interrogating the good life. My life experience has forced me to focus on “finding my bliss”, with an emphasis on the transience and unifying nature of joy. It is in coming back to self-awareness that the joy has passed - but the ripples of those selfless moments travel throughout the minds and souls of all people and beings.