Caius is mortal, but me? The death of Ivan Ilyich
The syllogism of Caius; the death of Ivan Ilyich
Looking at one's own death, instead of treating it as Caius's business, is what shows how one has lived and what frees us from fear: anguish enlightens.
We know all men die without believing it for ourselves; facing our own death, we finally see how we lived, and the fear gives way.
"Caius is mortal, but me? The death of Ivan Ilyich" is an argument by Léon Tolstoï (The Death of Ivan Ilyich (1886), ch. VI, XI and XII) on the question "Should we fear death?" (answer: an anxiety that enlightens). Its claim: Looking at one's own death, instead of treating it as Caius's business, is what shows how one has lived and what frees us from fear: anguish enlightens. According to AskPhilosophy's logic check (Z3 solver), the argument is valid only if one grants a premise the author leaves unstated (P4). AskPhilosophy presents 3 objections, 0 of them with a documented reply, and the original text behind each premise, checked word for word.
Ivan Ilyich is a respected judge who has done everything "as one should". When an illness condemns him, he remembers the syllogism learnt at school: "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal". For Caius that was right. For him, Vanya, it was not. This distance between knowing that we die and believing that I die is the starting point. Tolstoy follows it to the end: it is by looking at his death as his own that Ivan Ilyich finally asks whether he has lived well, and at the end the fear disappears. This is a story, not a proof: the argument below is the one the story stages, and it is worth what a well-described case is worth.
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Without the implicit premise: Without P4, the computer finds one character, Ivan Ilyich, for whom everything happens this way, while other men never know this light and looking at death teaches them nothing.
Objections
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EEpicurus 300 BC · attacks the conclusionThere is no need to look for light in anguish: the fear of death is a misunderstanding. All good and evil consist in sensation, and death is the privation of all sensation. When we are here, death is not; when death is here, we are no more. Fear is not cured by going through it, but by seeing that it has no object. See the argument "Death is nothing to us" (epicure-mort-rien).
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There is no need to look for light in anguish: the fear of death is a misunderstanding. All good and evil consist in sensation, and death is the privation of all sensation. When we are here, death is not; when death is here, we are no more. Fear is not cured by going through it, but by seeing that it has no object. See the argument "Death is nothing to us" (epicure-mort-rien).
Spinoza 1677 · attacks premise 2The free man lives by the guidance of reason, not by fear of death: he directly desires the good, to act and to live. "A free man thinks of death least of all things": his wisdom is a meditation on life. Ivan Ilyich owes his discovery to illness; the wise man does not need that detour. See the argument "Meditating on life, not death" (spinoza-mort).
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The free man lives by the guidance of reason, not by fear of death: he directly desires the good, to act and to live. "A free man thinks of death least of all things": his wisdom is a meditation on life. Ivan Ilyich owes his discovery to illness; the wise man does not need that detour. See the argument "Meditating on life, not death" (spinoza-mort).
Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness 1943 · attacks premise 2Death is not a possibility of my own that would give my life its meaning: it is an absurd fact that comes from outside, that strips all meaning from what I was still waiting for and hands my finished life over to the judgement of others. Death therefore does not reveal the true meaning of a life. (A summary of Sartre's thesis, which we do not quote.)
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Death is not a possibility of my own that would give my life its meaning: it is an absurd fact that comes from outside, that strips all meaning from what I was still waiting for and hands my finished life over to the judgement of others. Death therefore does not reveal the true meaning of a life. (A summary of Sartre's thesis, which we do not quote.)