Friday, April 3, 2009

Just so many luscious theories to deflower…

"There is still so much in this life to learn," he uttered, with the hint of tears in his eyes. "Don't stop at one point and stay there," he counseled his disciples.

Then, alas, Leopold rose his hand and slid his hood back past his ears. "Is there any thing to learn that we should not unlearn?" he asked the master.

"Pardon me," replied the master.

"Well," he coughed, "learning seems to imply right and wrong answers, and a final test, and a teacher. I…."

"Seems to imply," whispered the master, scanning the palm of his hand.

"Master," Leopold ventured further, "couldn't I say something like this:…." And here he paused to allow the master to correct the countless errors he must have already made.

The Master looked at him from beneath raised eyebrows. "Well? Go on."

Leopold straightened his spine and wiped the sides of his mouth with his fingertips. "Couldn't I say, 'There are still so many women in this life to love; don't stop with one relationship and stay there?'"

The master chuckled. "But we are celibate in this community, Leopold." An unseen cloud of chuckles rose from the patch of maroon hoods surrounding Leopold. He gave a weak smile.

"Yes, Master, we are," Leopold replied, "but I am, I am talking about people in the larger world. About husbands and wives. People trying to live upright, honest lives. Have you not taught that virtue, free from deceit, is one of life 's highest aims?"

"Well said, Leopold. I take your point, then, to be…," the master answered, and brought his fingertips together, giving Leopold the floor.

"All I mean to say, Master, or ask, really, is, doesn't there at some point need to be an ultimate commitment?"

"But Leopold," the master answered, "you do have that kind of commitment here, in this community. You need to put thoughts of marriage out of your mind, or, that is, admit this community is not where you belong."

Leopold noticed all the hoods turn in his direction, but he could see none of the faces beneath them. "No, Master, I mean, I understand what you mean about this community. I was simply trying to say, well, my analogy of an ultimate, faithful commitment between a husband and a wife is an analogy for our, our cognitive world. It seems like we have to place ultimate trust in something. Don't we have to stop somewhere?"

The master inhaled sharply and looked up to the rafters. "Leopold," he began, "let me try to summarize your point for you."

Leopold's brow unfurrowed and his shoulders dropped with relief. "Yes, Master, by all means!"

"I have been teaching this morning about remaining ever open to truth as it unfolds." The patch of hoods bobbed in slow affirmation. "About never sticking with one narrow view, never getting stuck in one dogmatic belief system. And you, young Leopold, are trying to say that this... this spiritual agnosticism is intellectual hedonism, the life of spiritual rakes. If I may put it so bluntly."

Leopold stared for a moment. The hoods wobbled in many directions, apparently unsure where to direct their unseen gaze. Then Leopold's eyes widened and he repeated, "Intellectual hedonism. The life of spiritual rakes. Keeping your options open. Not getting trapped. Staying safe. You mean... getting the best out of every viewpoint without being tied down to any one system?"

"That's how I would put your... point, yes, Leopold," answered the master. "At last you are seeing the value of this community, Leopold. We have the freedom of the sons of light, Leopold, freedom that the small-minded outside these walls can barely imagine, stuck as they are in their narrow beds of sure truth and unequivocal goods." The master smiled and opened his hands like a father welcoming his son back.

Leopold rose to his feet and pulled hood off his head onto his neck. The hoods rose slightly, maroon sunflowers arching blindly under an eclipsed sun. "But, Master, I didn't make a commitment to this community to be a spiritual rake, to be an intellectual hedonist. That's a bunch of bullshit." And with that Leopold turned to walk through the heavy oak doors into the cool dusk of a new life.


There is a "religious side" to every human like there is a "food side" to everyone. Our species is the homo religiosus. Humans are inherently religious. We should not find this any more odd than the oddity of putting various objects into our mouths and finding life in them. Metaphorically, then, atheism is a form of bulimia, a problem not with the menu or the chef, but with food in general. Agnosticism, in turn, is a form of anorexia.

Atheists spend countless hours poring over religious documents, analyzing religious arguments, engaging religious believers, and the like, only to vomit it all back out and say, "Now that is what is making me, us, all of mankind, sick!"

Agnostics by contrast just walk through the mall, window shopping, tsk-tsking at every possible treat, turning each of them down, lest they become bloated and weighed down by anything they actually eat. Far too unsightly to binge and vomit like atheists, but also far beneath them to become fat and happy like the gullible, well-fed believers on the lawn outside.

Atheists claim there is nothing to religion, that is is sheer bunkum, and that is disgusts or bores them, and yet they are, when being most atheistical, as obsessed with it as any of the faithful, and probably more so because, whereas an average Christian is chiefly concerned with One Lord, the average atheist is concerned with the sprawling mass of "religion in general." Otherwise they are "polite" and trim agnostics, not too fat too be a nuisance on the airplane of life, nor too raucous like the atheists on board.

Kurt Gödel ended up dying of starvation because he had a paranoia that all his food was poisoned. He was just being careful, a gustatory skeptic. He lacked absolutely iron-clad proof that his food was not dangerous nor had been tampered with. An agnostic literally means without-knowledge-one. A truly awesome self-description. I can at least respect my stepdad's militant atheism for "having a pair," but most of the time I admit I have as little taste for agnostics as I do for lukewarm Christians. As G. K. Chesterton said, the point of an open mind is like the point of an open mouth: to bite down on something real and good.

When it comes to our food, we are agnostic in the true sense of the word, but we are nonetheless largely rational for getting over our lack of "certain knowledge" and living and eating. We can't be sure this or that food will give us cancer, or that it isn't contaminated, but at the end of the day, we all gotta eat. This or that particular menu item is subject to rational evidence and reappraisal, but food itself is inescapable. So it is with God. This or that argument can be not to our liking, but we face everyday the insatiable need for the divine, and, like people driven to eats dirt and pine cones in the wild, will find ways to stave off the hunger, for better or worse.

We have to make a choice to live for some ultimate end. But based on what evidence? If we are rational, not to say rationalist, what reasons do we have to be rational, not to mention purely rational? Don't we have to first will to be rational, and then follow reason where it leads? How can we follow reason if we don't value rationality in the first place? You can't convince someone to be rational. It is simply a great good which a person must will to accept, as a gift, to honor as a master and to cultivate as a child. Reason, then, is taken on faith or it is not taken at all.

But only if you first recognize that you have a nature, that your nature has intrinsic ends and proper goods, and that there is a way for that nature to be best used–– only then will you desire to take reason seriously as a natural human good. Nature is not intrinsically rational (just ask Stephen Crane, Jack London, Gerhart Hauptmann, or Cormac McCarthy, for starters). We "impose" rationality on it for the sake of an intrinsic good that is proper to human nature, namely, truth.

All that Catholicism claims is that God is the source of these intrinsic goods and the proper object of them hence He is worthy of our devotion, our "orienting our natural powers towards the good to be found in Him."


unBeguiled said...

I think your characterization of atheists is inaccurate, but that's unimportant.

"We have to make a choice to live for some ultimate end."

We don't have to. Some of us do, some of us don't. For some, the ultimate end changes over time.

Part of my nature is this: I want to know what is true. In my experience so far, the best way to discover what is most likely true is to employ the various methods of science, kept honest by philosophy. Living this way has led me to Naturalism.

It has also led me to realize I am frequently mistaken.

A friend of mine recently said "But why do you care so much about what is true?"

I was struck dumb. He might as well of said "But why do you breath in and out all the time?"

the Cogitator said...

Are you to be commended for pursuing and defending the truth?

Ought anyone look up to you for living honestly and rationally?

Conversely, if truth-seeking is just something you happen to do as naturally as breathing, can you be chastised for not always heeding thar natural urge?

If truth-seeking is as natural for you as air, is lying as morally innocuous as holding your breath?

Is it morally wrong to ignore and suppress the truth? Why? If an ultimate commitment to truth is only "for some and not for others," WHY are we expected to all live by it?

Truth is not something we just "read off" nature like a teleprompter. It is a word spoken by a living voice, indeed, the very person speaking. Truth is propositional or it is not. If, therefore, truth is bigger than any one of us, and morally obligatory even for the "truth-apathetic," then its universal authority is spoken by a universal voice. Timeless truths, like math and logic, have been spoken as true eons before we ever heard them spoken as true.

Your pursuit for truth is, then, more like a man reaching out for a hand up out of a lazy chair from a friend he knows is in the room, than some austere perusal of nature as such. Nature is mute, yet she speaks. This paradox is resolved when we see nature as the medium in which a Word is spoken, and, in turn, heard.

Logan said...

Accepting the stipulation that all humans are religious, then say not that I am spiritually bulimic; say rather that my faith, such as it is, lies in positivism, empiricism, the scientific method. (Not to be confused with the scientific establishment, to be sure, although I would take that over most churches.)

The Cogitator said...

Thanks for sharing!