Last week ended by taking away the one thing you thought you could stand on.
Nāgārjuna, the central thinker of this tradition, took the one argument you trusted — the argument you had run on the self, and found firm — and turned it one level down, onto the parts. The body. A flash of feeling. The moment of seeing. He asked whether any of them stands on its own side, the way you had assumed something, somewhere, finally must. None of them did. Each one depended on others; the search for a last, independent thing came up empty, all the way down. All of it real — and not one piece of it standing on its own. Including, he said, the word emptiness itself.
And you followed the argument down. But two objections may have occurred to you on the way home — they are the two everyone raises. Because if either one holds, you get your solid ground back.
Here is the first. If everything is empty — if no claim stands on its own side — then what about that claim? "Nothing stands on its own side." Does that one stand? It is a claim. If it is true, then it too is empty, and an empty truth seems to cancel itself before the sentence is finished. The argument appears to refute itself. You have been waiting all week to say so.
Here is the second, and you have been carrying it far longer than a week — since the first night, if you are honest. Empty the self, empty the parts, empty the whole collection. But to whom is all this happening? Someone is having all of it. Someone made that fist last week and opened it. Someone is, right now, following this argument, agreeing or objecting. You can dissolve every object you point at — but there is still the one doing the pointing, and the argument has not touched him. Every act of emptying happens to someone. Where is he?
Those are the two objections. Tonight we take both, and we put each at its strongest — because an argument that cannot survive its two best objections has no right to keep what it tore down.
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This is the seventh of eight, and tonight the argument is tested. Last week the argument did the taking-apart; tonight it faces objections. I will tell you the shape of the evening now, because it matters, and because the episode does not come out tidy. We take the two objections in turn. The first — that the argument refutes itself — fails; I will show you how, and the reason is more interesting than a dodge. The second — who is all this happening to — does not fail. It is still standing when we finish, and I am not going to knock it down on the way out, because I do not think it can be honestly knocked down. One objection answered. One that holds, and leaves a serious rival unrefuted. Let us take them in order.
Start with the first objection, because it is the simpler one — and because if it holds, the whole thing is over and you keep your solid ground tonight.
It goes like this. Last week's argument made a large claim: nothing stands on its own side; everything is empty. Now turn that claim on itself, exactly the way Nāgārjuna turned your old argument onto the parts — because it is only fair. If everything gets the treatment, so does this. Does the claim "nothing stands on its own side" itself stand on its own side?
The objection closes from both directions. If you say yes — if "everything is empty" is itself a solid, independent truth about how things finally are — then you have just named one thing that is not empty: that very claim. The rule that nothing has own-being turns out to have own-being. The argument is false by its own mouth. But if you say no — if "everything is empty" is itself empty, dependent, not standing on its own side — then why should it move you to give up anything? An empty claim is, on its own account, not a solid truth about how the world is. It is one more dependent thing, no more binding than a mood. So either the argument is false, or it is too weak to make you surrender anything. Either way, you keep your ground. That is not a small objection. Objections like this have destroyed whole systems of thought. A view that defeats itself the moment it is stated is not deep. It is simply broken.
And before Nāgārjuna answers, let me give you the second edge of the same objection — because it is sharper, and you made it yourself two weeks ago, and you may not have noticed you were handing it to the other side.
Recall what we did the week before last. We took your two instruments — observation and reasoning — and questioned them. And we found that neither is the neutral judge you had taken it for. Each one is already committed before it starts. There is no higher court above them to settle it when they disagree. You granted that, and it cost you something to grant it. So apply it here, to Nāgārjuna himself. How did he reach "everything is empty"? By observing and by reasoning — by exactly the two instruments you have just admitted are not neutral. So "everything is empty" is not a plain reading of reality. It is the verdict you get when you run one tradition's way of observing and one tradition's way of reasoning. It is a standpoint. Run the realist's instruments instead — the realist who is sure there is an owner underneath — and you get the realist's verdict. Neither side has a neutral judge; you established that yourself. So why is "everything is empty" the answer, rather than merely the Buddhist's answer? He reached a conclusion with committed instruments and then called it the truth. Two weeks ago you told me that is not allowed.
Put the two edges together and the objection is heavy. The argument empties itself, so it cannot stand on its own; and it was reached from a standpoint, so it was never neutral to begin with. Either way, the thing that took your ground away has no special authority to keep it away. Quietly, you can have your ground back.
I have put it as forcefully as I can. Now watch what Nāgārjuna does — because he neither ducks it nor patches it. He does something you will not expect. He agrees with almost all of it, and goes straight on.
Here is the reply. It is eighteen hundred years old and one of the most-quoted lines in the tradition. Nāgārjuna wrote a short book answering his critics — the objection you have just made is close to the first one they made, so you are in good company — and in it he says, as nearly as plain English can put it: If I had a position, I would be caught by that. But I have no position, so I am not caught.
Your first thought is that this is an evasion. "I have no position," from the man who has just argued a whole tradition's worth of them? It sounds like a dodge. It is not. Carry over the one thing we built last week and it becomes clear.
When you accused the argument of refuting itself, you assumed it was making a claim of a particular kind: a solid, independent truth about how reality finally is — something with own-being of its own, the fact that "everything is empty." And you were right that a claim like that would break itself: if "everything is empty" were a final, solid fact, it would be a final solid fact announcing that there are no final solid facts, and it would collapse. But that was never what emptiness was. Go back to the fist. When I said the fist does not stand on its own side, I did not hand you a new fact about fists. I took one away. I removed something you had assumed was there — the fist's own-being — and left the fist itself, dependent, as real as before. Emptiness is not the claim that there is a special something called emptiness underneath everything. It is giving up the demand that there be a special something underneath anything. It adds nothing. It declines to look for a foundation.
So ask the self-refutation question again, slowly. Does "everything is empty" stand on its own side? No — of course not. It depends: on the things it is about, on the mind thinking it, on the language it is spoken in. And here is the part that turns the objection around: that is not the flaw. That is the consistency. If emptiness claimed to stand on its own side, it would have own-being, and it would break itself, and you would have won. It is because emptiness is itself empty — because it makes no solid, independent claim — that there is nothing there for the self-refutation objection to catch. The objection is aimed at a position Nāgārjuna does not hold. It misses him. Not because he steps aside, but because he genuinely holds no position of the kind the objection was built to strike.
That is the first edge answered. Now the second edge, which is harder, and more honest, and which you will carry out yourself tonight rather than only watch — because it is the hardest single step in these eight weeks.
You said: he reached "everything is empty" by observing and reasoning, and those are not neutral, so it is only a standpoint. Nāgārjuna's answer is not to deny it. His answer is: yes. Plainly. It is a standpoint. It was reached from somewhere, by instruments that are already committed. I have never claimed otherwise — and claiming otherwise is not the crack in the teaching; it is the teaching. Consider: a tradition whose whole claim is that nothing stands free of all conditions could hardly turn round and announce that its own conclusion came from nowhere, conditioned by nothing — the one view in all of history with no standpoint beneath it. That would be the independent soul all over again, under a new name. Of course it is a standpoint. Everything is.
Now go carefully, because there are two cheap exits here, and both need closing off, the way we close off the cheap exits every week.
The first cheap exit is the one you are reaching for now. "If it is only a standpoint, then it is no better than any other; the realist's owner is just as good; nobody is right; and I may believe whatever keeps my ground." That is not what owning a standpoint means, and you already know it is not, because you do the honest version of this all the time. Here is a case that has nothing to do with Buddhism.
You are on a jury. Twelve people, one verdict. You are not naive: you know the verdict you are leaning towards came to you through your own eyes, your own history, the things you happen to find believable, a childhood you did not choose. You reached it from somewhere. There is no view from nowhere on offer, no neutral judge to call. And yet you vote. You vote guilty, or not guilty, and you hold that it is the right verdict, and you would argue it hard against the other eleven — the whole time knowing you arrived by your own lights and not from some view from nowhere. Is that a contradiction? No. Owning that you reached your judgment from a standpoint is simply not the same as saying every judgment is as good as every other. You can know exactly how you arrived, know it was not from nowhere, and stand by it anyway — because "reached from somewhere" was never the same as "reached badly." The alternative — refusing to judge until you can do it from nowhere — is not humility. It is never voting, and calling your own paralysis fairness.
So here is what to do. Hold the position and own that you reached it from a standpoint, in the same breath, and let neither swallow the other. Nāgārjuna holds "everything is empty" and owns that he reached it by committed instruments, from inside one tradition, and does not pretend it fell from the sky — and owning that does not soften the claim into "well, whatever suits you." It is the juror, not the person who refuses to vote.
And the second cheap exit — the one nobody warns you about, so I will. Do not let me sell you the reverse either: that owning the standpoint somehow proves the argument. It does not. Watch: Nāgārjuna's answering the self-refutation objection does not show that emptiness is true. It shows the objection misses. The argument tonight is exactly as unproven as it was last week — I have not, this evening, shown you that nothing stands on its own side, and surviving an objection is not the same as being proved right. An argument still standing after one objection has not won; it is only still standing. Keep that clear, because the next objection is going to test whether you did.
Because the second objection is not like the first. The first was aimed at a position Nāgārjuna does not hold, so it missed. The second is aimed at something he cannot pretend is absent. And it does not miss.
So let us set the second objection out and look straight at it, because you have been holding it longer than any other in the series. You kept it on the first night. Think back. You took the self apart into a bundle, agreed there was no separate thing — and then, right at the end, you set one piece aside and did not take it apart: the owner. The one the bundle belongs to. The one it is all happening to. You kept something solid that night, and it was never the parts. It was you — the one having the parts. Last week I emptied the parts and you let me. But the owner — I walked straight past him. I emptied everything he might be holding and never touched the holding, or the one who holds.
State it now at full strength, because it has earned full strength. Empty the fist. Empty the fear. Empty the body, the seeing, the whole collection. But every act of emptying happens to someone. The fist was made by someone. This argument is being followed, right now, in a room, by someone — by you. Take away every object I point at, one after another, and there is still the one doing the pointing, and the argument has not touched him. It cannot. Every cut it makes is a cut he watches it make. And do not say he too is empty — because to empty him you would have to point at him and make him an object, and the whole difficulty is that he is not the object. He is the one the objects keep appearing for. You have dissolved everything except the plain fact that all this is happening to someone.
That is the strongest objection there is, and I told you last week I would not argue against it. Tonight I am going to argue against it — and I am going to lose part of the argument. Watch which part.
Here is the part I win, and I win it cleanly. There is a crude way to put this objection, and the crude way does not survive. If by "the one it is all happening to" you mean a thing — a solid owner, a self seated behind your eyes with an existence of its own, standing on its own side, that owns your experiences the way a person owns possessions — then I am sorry, but that goes the way of all the rest. Apply the test. Does that owner-thing stand on its own side? Or does it depend — on the experiences it is supposedly the owner of, on the body, on the conditions, on your reaching in and naming "a self" behind it all? It depends. An owner you can point to, describe, locate, picture behind the eyes is just one more object — one more thing with supposed own-being — and the argument reaches every such thing. The substantial self, the soul at another address: emptiness takes that the way it took the parts. So if your "who" is a thing, you do not get your ground back. That much I win, flat.
But now sharpen the objection — because there are people who have spent their careers sharpening it, and they are not holding the crude version. I will give you two names, because they earned them: Dan Zahavi and Miri Albahari. They do not put it quite the same way. Zahavi, in Subjectivity and Selfhood (2005), calls it the for-me-ness of experience; Albahari, in Analytical Buddhism (2006), points to a bare witnessing, the plain awareness that any of this is going on at all. But they are aimed at the same thing the argument keeps missing — and what they point at is not a thing at all. That is the whole difficulty.
They say: you are right. There is no owner-object. No soul, no little self behind the eyes, no thing for the argument to find — granted; we never wanted one; take it. But you have missed what we are actually pointing at. We are not pointing at a thing in the experience. We are pointing at a plain fact about it: that it comes already addressed. Every part of it, before you reflect, before you go looking for an owner, before any argument begins, is already given to someone, already lived from the inside, already yours in the very having of it. Call it the for-me-ness: not a self you could find by looking, because it is not in front of you — it is the one the looking is for. It is the point of view from which all experience is had. And here is why the argument misses it. The argument works one way only: it finds a thing and shows that the thing depends on others, that it has no own-being. But the for-me-ness was never a thing with own-being for the argument to find. It is not an object presenting itself as something solid and independent. So "it does not stand on its own side" — the whole method that took apart the self and the parts — does not reach it. You cannot empty what never came forward as a candidate to be emptied.
And now I have to handle two phrases with care, because this is the one place tonight where they can mislead you by sound. All week we have relied on the line: nothing stands on its own side. And now I am telling you that something is left standing. Those sound like the same word, and they are not, and the difference between them is the whole point. To stand on its own side is to have own-being — to be what you are entirely by yourself, needing nothing else. The for-me-ness makes no such claim. Neither Zahavi nor Albahari says it is something solid and independent, standing on its own, needing nothing — that was never what they meant, and so "it has no own-being" lands on nothing. It is left standing in a completely different sense: still there, unrefuted, because the one method we built does not reach it. Hear the difference, because tonight it is everything. A thing can have no own-being at all — and still be the one thing the argument could not reach.
So the argument is turned on the second objection, and for the first time in three weeks it does not reach. Someone is still there, unrefuted. The only question left is whether the tradition has anything more to offer. It does. It has one more reply, and it is serious, and it is where we end tonight. But I will tell you now, so you are not waiting for a rescue: it does not finish him.
The tradition's last reply has a name on it too, and she is writing now: Monima Chadha, in her recent book Selfless Minds (2023). What she says is the deepest form of the Buddhist answer, so take it at full strength, the way we have taken every serious thing this week.
She says: you have shown me a for-me-ness the argument slides off. Granted. But look harder at the for-me-ness itself, and ask it the question we have been asking all night. Where does it come from? Is the sense that experience is "already mine, already addressed to someone" a bare given — the bedrock, the one thing that simply is — or is it, like everything else, made? Her answer is that it is made. The sense that there is a someone all this is happening to is itself put together, moment by moment, out of memory, and the body, and the long habit of a mind that has spent a whole life sorting the world into mine and not-mine. It feels basic for a simple reason: it is the last thing assembled, and so it is the first thing you find yourself standing on. And take away the assembling — the tradition says there are people who, far enough into a practice, report exactly this — and the experiences do not stop. The seeing goes on. The hearing goes on. What stops is the sense that there is someone at home for it all to be delivered to. There can be experience, she says, with no one it is for. So the for-me-ness is not the bedrock under experience. It is one more thing experience produces. A result, not a foundation.
Now you have heard both. The phenomenologist says: the giving is first; you cannot get behind it; it is the point from which every argument starts. The Buddhist says: the giving is put together; you can watch it being put together; and it can stop while the experience runs on. Two serious people, each as careful as anyone working on this, looking at the same bare fact of your experience right now — and disagreeing about whether it is the bottom, or the latest thing produced from below.
And here is where, every other week, you have waited for me to tell you who is right. I am not going to.
Let me be plain about why, because this is not coyness, and I am not hiding a verdict of my own. I do not think this question has been settled. When Chadha says the for-me-ness is constructed, she is making a claim about something you would have to go a very long way into a practice to check for yourself, and most of us, myself included, are taking it on report. When Zahavi says you cannot get behind the giving, he is pointing at something so close to you that you cannot step back far enough to see whether he is right — you would have to use the very for-me-ness he is naming to go looking for it. Both are reaching past what an argument can settle in an evening. I can build the case on each side. I cannot stand here and tell you which is true. And if I did, I would be doing exactly what I refused to do last week — declaring a winner so you would have something solid to stand on, only subtler this time: the Buddhist had the better of it, so you can rest easy. That reassurance is as empty as all the others.
So hear what is left standing tonight, and what is not, plainly — because you have earned plainly.
The first objection — that the argument refutes itself — missed. Not because I dodged it, but because the argument makes no solid, independent claim for the objection to catch, and because reaching a view from a standpoint, and owning that you did, is the honest condition of holding any view at all, not a flaw in this one. That much you can now do yourself — on a jury, in an argument with your brother, anywhere. Hold the position. Own how you reached it. Do not pretend you reached it from nowhere. And do not let either of those swallow the other.
The second objection held. Someone is still there — not claiming a self that stands on its own side, not claiming a soul, claiming nothing the argument was built to reach — only pointing, quietly, at the plain fact that all of this is happening to someone, and asking whether that someone is the foundation or the last thing built. The tradition has its answer, and it is a real answer, and it does not close the case. I am leaving him there, unrefuted, because that is honestly where he stands.
That is the seventh of eight. It leaves things where last week left them — no solid, independent self, if the argument holds — but it puts one figure back that last week had cleared away, and he is not leaving before the end.
Next week is the last one, and it turns somewhere you will not expect from here. For seven weeks we have asked whether there is a real self to find — and tonight we have left that with one person still insisting someone is home. Next week we stop asking whether the search can succeed, and ask instead where the search came from: why you were ever so sure there was a true self down there to dig for in the first place. We hand the question back to you. Not the answer. The question.
So carry this out — and carry the hard half, not the easy one. Some time this week someone will offer you the easy version: oh, Buddhism, there is no self, it is all an illusion, very freeing. You know by now that this is the cheap exit, closed off weeks ago. Here is the harder thing, the true one. The next time you find yourself certain there is a someone down there at the bottom of you — the one all your days are happening to — do not reach for "yes, obviously," and do not reach for "no, it is empty." Hold it where we left it tonight. Ask the question we could not settle: is that someone the ground you stand on, or the last thing you assemble, every morning, before you have even opened your eyes? And notice that you cannot tell from the inside. That is not a failure. That is exactly where the honest part begins. Could you live there, with the one who searches still unrefuted, and no way to check, from the inside, whether he is the ground or the last thing built?
Thank you for listening. I'll see you next time.