Philosophy?

I went on a dramatic wiki-walk yesterday which took me from J.M. Coetzee to Ford Maddox Ford to Samuel Beckett to Albert Camus by way of the University of Chicago's Committee on Social Thought.

I have always maintained that an education in English Literature is comprised of equal parts History and Philosophy. I also find that as my tastes shift in what I read, my preferences also drift to writers and writings which render portraits of those wrestling with important questions.

Existentialism? Metaphysics? Lately these words are getting mistakenly tied up into new-age mysticism? Aren't they are the trees from which all branches of meaning are derived?

Where are we?
What is it like?
Why are we here?
What is important?
How should we spend our time?

Not to play 'tag-you're-it' with philosophical buzzwords, but I wholly reject nihilistic thought in that I believe in "importance" -- not in the strict ontological sense -- in the sense that how we choose to spend our time is most likely the key to achieving proprioception (one of my favorite new words of the year!) in the worldly and infinite sense; which goes well beyond mere self-awareness. It is more than just how we are perceived, but it is understanding infinitely evolving relationship to everything . . . literally everything . . . outside the lens of self.

Given that we have a relationship to everything, then how we choose to spend our time is important -- as each decision shifts the balance of that relationship in a way that sets it on a new course. This is the unquantifiable algorithm of space and time.

I read The Snow Leopard, by Peter Matthiessen recently, and inside of being an incredible book, memoir and journey, it introduced me to Buddhist philosophy. The interesting thing about Buddhist thought is it's centered, perhaps obsessed, with finding and accepting your relationship to everything. But I think it rejects the idea of Importance (capital "I") in that the goal is to achieve a neutral state to space/time and become one with the world. Symbiosis with the crackling matter of existence.

However, outside of a monk living on a rock shelf in the Himalaya, this is - literally - an impossible pursuit. Buddhist thought and practice has an arcane and unique ability to enhance our proprioception, but maintaining that state of awareness and neutrality is not practical or possible.

We are all going to make decisions. Those decisions deploy misshapen rock ripples against unseen targets and change the course of Everything. If this is the case, shouldn't these missives be something which we consciously choose to unleash based on a value system which is defensible?

So, I suppose my question is not, What is Important?, but more, How do we decide what is Important?, and even more specifically, How do we decide how to spend our time and determine what is Important through the lens of that infinite algorithm and not through the keyhole of self?

I think Camus rejected Importance; I think Beckett suggests these questions can only be answered in a vacuum; and I think Coetzee embraces the idea of it . . . but also deals with the flip-side, which is Consequence. With a capital "C."

Is this all just Ethics? I don't know but I don't think so. The notion of Importance is not about the binary question of 'right' and 'wrong', but the decisions that live within those paradigms.