Friday, August 20, 2021
Upon meeting Professor Pizante, in my junior year at Harpur College, I was shocked to find the real deal, an actual philosopher, someone who not only was profoundly learned, but whose everyday life was illuminated by insight and whose guiding star was the eternal verities. I wasn’t being facetious when I told him that I was surprised to find a true philosopher at a college philosophy department, of all places.
In his very popular classes, he revealed that Philosophy is neither just a scholarly specialization nor an esoteric realm. On the contrary, our everyday lives — everything from the foods we eat to the clothes that we wear to our physical maladies — are replete with unconscious philosophies, ideas, theories and worldviews. That means that Philosophy, in the truest sense, isn’t a body of knowledge that a person has to digest to attain cultural literacy, but rather an exciting journey of self-discovery. And the best clues are to this mystery story are be found in life’s negativities — in our upsets, disappointments, conflicts, anxieties, and aggravations. Wow!
The mystery is, of course, about who we really are and what life is really all about. There is no pursuit more exhilarating than this. And the reward for undertaking the philosophical quest isn’t just greater comprehension and the attainment of an overarching overview, but rather “awakening,” enlightenment, self-realization. Professor Pizante had, in effect, uncovered a Western route to Eastern Wisdom, and spent the years guiding his students there.
I was a student — and I guess that one could say “disciple” — of Professor Pizante for about twenty-seven years. He was very generous with his time, and displayed a great amount of patience and forbearance with me and his other students. He was also, at times, a jolly good fellow. Those were some of the best times in my life, not always fun, for a real adventure is far more likely to be arduous — and sometimes calamitous — than fun.
Professor Pizante would, on occasion, illustrate a point by reciting anything from lyrics of a popular song to a TV commercial to some poetry from Shakespeare. I remember, on one occasion, he recited a verse from T.S. Eliot’s poem “Little Gidding.”
“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.”
In the idiom of baseball, Professor Pizante had, in the course of his life, left home, circled the bases and, mirabile dictu, made it back home again. Consequently, he was able to “…know the place for the first time,” to see the world afresh with Zen mind, with the wide-open, astonishment-infused eyes of a child coupled with the wisdom and understanding of an adult. My fond memories of Professor Pizante inspire me to never cease exploring.
— Mark Dillof
August 20th, 2021, Louisville, KY