Honesty is the whole desire of the self to have pleasure by seeing what it is and what other things are.--[The Right of Aesthetic Realism to Be Known, #300]In the comment to this definition, Mr. Siegel says:
There can be no honesty without knowing. To be honest is to wish to get pleasure by the facts of oneself and everything else: and this means the whole of the facts....Honesty....is a belief, a trust, a gaiety and exaltation in what is. In every one of us there is a desire to accommodate the motives or purposes of the self to what is; or a fear of doing so, which is equivalent to making what is, fit our desires prematurely, disproportionately, inaccurately.
I've seen that what I once and many people associate with honesty--saying things to others even if you know they'll be angered or hurt by what you say--is not a criterion. We have to be sure we're interested in the whole of the facts about that person--good and bad, strengths and weaknesses. The desire to know a person fully and respect them is often lacking.
Art, meanwhile, that is truly that, is honest--is always respect for the world. So I close my post with a work I love by Degas. She's a singer, the title tells us. She's in the shadow, somewhat; she's not flattered by Degas; the pastels have an edgy quality--blue-greens, oranges, and yellows. Degas has us see her depth, her struggle; he wanted to see her, to have pleasure by seeing what is.
