The Flying Spaghetti Buffet
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
El Russ-Bo and the Whale
Caroline Palmer sat in her seat rigidly, trying to display more grace than was actually warranted. She had been brought on this radio show with the promise of a fair discussion, but it had become readily apparent that they had simply entrapped her, brought her here to caricature her and her mission, to turn her into a cartoon for the sake of the loyal conservative listeners on the other end. Driving to work and sipping expensive and unethical coffee, Caroline imagined, the listeners guffawed as she was lambasted. She consoled herself wordlessly by imagining them spilling piping hot Starbucks onto their pleated-pantsed crotches, skidding off to the side of the road, cursing.
She didn't understand why whales needed a human justification for saving. The whales' existence justified itself. It wasn't up to humans to determine their worth. She was part of a Save the Whales foundation, and her host seemed to think this point of view was hilarious, something only an acid-head hippie would think.
"...But of course," he was saying, childish mirth cloying in his voice, Ms. Palmer has no need for simple human needs like food and economics. No, if whales heat your home, provide your food, form the backbone of your economy, and form your region's culture, you're just a selfish jerk. Maybe you should subsist on snow. Oh, and no seals, either."
It seemed like he was giving her the go-ahead, so she carefully began:
"That's not exactly what..."
"Please, Caroline, don't talk over me," he said, interrupting her. "This is my show." He was smiling, until he realized he didn't have anything further to say. He grasped at straws trying to justify his ploy. "It's just... it's just ridiculous," he said. "What, are these people not supposed to eat?"
Caroline waited a moment before she responded. "Is it my turn?"
"Yes," he blared. "By all means, enlighten us."
"That's not what I'm trying to say," she said. "People have been hunting whales for a long time, and there's nothing wrong with hunting for survival. That kind of thing is justified. But you've got to understand -"
"I'm glad to hear you say it," said the host, seething with contempt.
She continued. "-You've got to understand that when we're talking about hunting for whales for a community like this, one whale would suffice for the entire winter. Maybe two whales at the most. I mean, these were villages with wooden boats and harpoons..."
"But," he countered, "Now that the boats have motors and they can do a better job, it's too much for you? It's getting too real? Let me tell you something, Caroline... back in the day, these communities didn't have nearly as much taxation as they do now, and their communities were able to subsist by providing for themselves locally. Now here comes the tax man, and the tax man says, "give me half your money," and now they gotta go out and get another two whales just to survive! There's that socialism for you."
"I don't think we were talking about socialism," Caroline said.
"But that's what it all comes down to," he scowled.
"Maybe for you," she shot back.
...And so it went. The conversation was pointless, a woman representing a species' right to not go extinct, for God's sake, at least not extinct at our hands, while this loudmouthed buffoon lampooned her quest as some sort of fake liberal unicorn-and-rainbows-and-butterflies nonsense that imperilled the foundation of All Things Good.
Actually, she was fairly fiscally conservative, but it really wasn't worth her time explaining that. There were only two minutes left in the interview, and she sat back in her chair, receding into complacency, content to let the "conversation" finish on his terms. She wouldn't be reaching any minds today, so the effort wasn't really worth her time.
She opened the door brusquely to the research department, altering her gait and sweeping her legs in wide circles as she walked; she had spilled hot coffee on her crotch. She was glad Russ Pinbaugh hadn't seen it happen; he would have been overly gratified. At least the coffee had been from a local coffee shop - an ethical coffee shop - and she was sure this would only add to his smirk.
She had to get him out of her mind.
This was one way to do it, although it took her from anger to anger. Anger that Russ had wasted her time and made an unfair mockery of her dissolved into a more righteous, deep-seated, sorrowful anger at the condition of the creature in front of her.
This whale she had named Lumbergh; partly because of his habit of hanging around long past when the interactions were over, and partly because the way he moved resembled a great big lumbering oaf. He had been messed up, badly, when he decided to gobble up a bunch of garbage that fell off a garbage skiff up near Juno. He had also been poisoned by an oil spill, at which point he lost his vision and swam frantically in no particular direction until he had beached himself and crashed his big whale nose directly into a seaside McDonald's, where she could have sworn he was crying. Basically, he was pretty much the poster child for boy do we treat animals wrong.
Lumburgh blubbered at her like an aquatic version of Droopy Dog, mournfully and without excitement.
"How are we feeling today?" Caroline asked him, as if he could answer her. "One of these days, you'll see. One of these days, we're gonna get these jerks to stop destroying everything. One of these days we'll stop them from killing the planet."
The strange woman was back, babbling something incoherent. Did she expect him to hear her? Humans were really stupid. He had come as an emissary, swimming right into what he had thought was a welcome bay. Of course it had to turn out to be a research vessel – and these stupid humans had been polluted far too long to realize they'd forgotten how to translate Whalese.
Once upon a time, in the land of... well, it would actually be the sea... anyway, somewhere in the ocean (go fuck yourself) there lived a Kingdom of Whales. This is not to be confused with Wales, and the Princess of Whales should not be confused with the Princess of Wales, although puns do present themselves. Seriously, dear reader, though, go fuck yourself.
In this magical Kingdom of Whales there lived a whale known as The Wise OOOH-tickoo-tick-TICK-tickOOOO. He alone of all the wales warned against the dire threat. And it was not a fearsome sea beast he warned of, nay – but a seriously dumb economic system that did didn't concern itself at all for the well-being of the environment. The whales, you see, had discovered a new energy source and started drilling along the ocean floor. The minerals they dug, hardened by eons of crushing water pressure, could combust and create air-powered vehicles. The modern whale era was born. The Wise OOOH-tickoo-tick-TICK-tickOOOO objected that not enough study had been done yet, and they needed more information on what their drilling was doing to the water – and to the air above them.
It was commonly known, you see, that the land creatures above were really pretty stupid on a good day, and generally pretty easily affected by various substances. There had once been a particularly bad spill of polluted air, for instance, that caused the Europeans to put on hooded red outfits and force people to pretend to believe in a Jewish guy. Then, later, a spill of the same gas caused Europeans to put on black outfits with armbands and kill all the Jewish guys bcause a Jewish guy ordered them to. Basically a lot of Jew stuff.
After that, The Wise OOOH-tickoo-tick-TICK-tickOOOO figured, they'd better create a Save the Humans campaign. "My Whales," he said in his first and best-known speech on the matter, "the Stupid Gas - and I know that term is not politically correct, but this is no time for political correctness - we pump into the water rises, and affects the land creatures. This causes them to behave irrationally, and it is only a matter of time before their irrantionality trickles back down to us."
And, as if by prophecy, almost the moment the wise old whale began his predictions of doom, the first oil spill hit.
"We are raining down our own destruction upon ourselves," The Wise OOOH-tickoo-tick-TICK-tickOOOO lamented. "This kind of crap will keep happening for as long as we pump this damn gas into the water."
The whales didn't listen. The gas was a byproduct of their mining industry - the industry that drove the entire Whale economy. As TICK-oooTICK O'Reilly once said, "Blow it out your blowhole. Let me explain this slowly so it doesn't hurt your head. Wealth... has... to... come... from... somewhere. Get it? We can't... just... shut... down... the economy."
So the oil spills kept happening. A geyser of the stuff opened up on the ocean floor a while back, and that had a few whales a little concerned; but for long-lived creatures they had remarkably short attention spans. The oil kept spilling, and the economy kept grinding on, and the whales just learned to live with it. Apparently some sacrifices were worth a nice economy. Like a profoundly shorter lifespan.
OOOO—ah-tick-ticktick-OO-ehhhOOO - or Lumbergh, as he was apparently known by the Humans - was growing a bit tired of this pointless tête-à-tête with Caroline Palmer. She couldn't translate Whalese, and of course whales lacked the vocal cords to communicate with humans in humanese; so they never bothered learning how to translate it. This created a full impasse. Back in the days of Atlantis, which really wasn't that long ago when you think about it, humans had had devices for translation. What happened? He'd heard the USA was the most sophisticated empire the land-span had ever seen. What a crock.
He'd come as an emissary from the Save the Humans campaign and wanted to interview some of the hardest-hit humans on the planet for a piece his organization would be running in the Whale York Times. He'd also heard stories about the human entity named Russ Pinbaugh - apparently one of the people hit hardest with the Stupid Gas and wanted really badly to get an interview with him. He'd been trying to explain this to Caroline for the past three days now, but so far she just squealed in delight every time he attempted to make noise. He wasn't trying to be cute, damn it. And the last time he asked very clearly to speak to Russ Pinbaugh, she actually winked at him. That was earlier this morning.
Winked!
Three days had gone by now, though; and Lumberg was beginning to question what the point was of keeping him here. A terrible thought entered his head: Yes, Caroline and her facility was supposed to be a research vessel; but perhaps humans were just to stupid now, with all that gas, to realize they'd inadvertantly imprisoned him. He began to feel pretty anxious.
Caroline had been gone most of the day when she came stumbling back in, obviously drunk or high on something - but then he saw who she brought with her, and his spirits soared.
Russ Pinbaugh, or El Russ-Bo as he liked to call himself, spread out over his giant leather-and-fur chair in a fluffy chiffon bathrobe, sighed a deep sigh of satisfaction, and lit his Cuban cigar. The pills were just starting to kick in. Today was Forum Friday, where people called in on whatever they wanted to talk about. In two or three hours he was going to just sit back at the microphone and provide an occasional comment; it was basically a babysitting job on Fridays, so he didn't have to write out any blaring diatribe. That gave him an extra 45 minutes every Friday and it also meant he could take an extra pill because he didn't have to put in nearly as much brainpower. Fridays were his favorite.
Later his secret lover, Snerdles, had promised to take him out for an endangered species smorgasbord for dinner. Panda, great white - owl giblets to die for, wine fermented in a live baby elephant's lobotomized skull - everything. The giddy feeling spread to his toes; the first time in days he'd noticed his toes. Hello, toes. El Russ-Bo let out a mighty, earthquakey fart, and giggled to himself.
The door burst open suddenly as the mighty Russ-Bo hastily fanned away his fart stench. "Who's there?" he called clumsily, twisting in his chair just in time to see a dead body fall to the floor. He stared uncomprehendingly at the corpse before him. Snerdles? His loyal sidekick, bodyguard, call screener, and lover was dead?
Standing above Snerdle's lifeless form was a woman in a black outfit - from her black combat boots to her black ski mask.
"You're going to come with me," the woman snarled. She stopped, swore at herself, and tried again. "You're coming with me," she re-snarled.
"Caroline?" Russ asked incredulously. "Caroline Palmer?"
"What gave it away?" she asked. "The fact that I'm the only female character introduced thus far?"
Lumbergh was overjoyed when he saw Russ Pinbaugh shuffle in. Lumbergh hadn't known this before, but it looked like Pinbaugh was actually royalty - he was wearing a sweeping fluffy robe, roughly the same kind the Atlanteans used to wear. Amazing! And apparently Caroline Palmer had understood him after all!
He let out a long, excited whale bellow that roughly translated to "Mr. Pinbaugh, your Excellence! It is an honor to finally meet you"; but once again the language barrier seemed to be an issue.
"Look at the misery you justify!" she shouted. "Listen to that scream!"
"I'd be in misery too," Russ muttered in his trademark radio personality fashion, "If I had to spend my time locked up in here with a bleeding heart radical like you, missy" (it turns out Russ Pinbaugh isn't actually putting on a fake persona for his radio show; he actually is really an asshole, in real life).
"No, no," Lumbergh shouted, sensing his words had been mistranslated. "There is no problem. I'm simply trying to greet His Excellency --"
"Listen!" she shrieked in fury. "Listen to his wail!" Gripped with fury, she grabbed Russ by the shirt, rocked him back and forth, and finally pushed him headlong into Lumbergh's tank.
Driven by instincts and habits out of his control, Lumbergh lunged forward and swallowed Russ Pinbaugh in one massive gulp. Kind of tastes like manitee, Lumbergh thought, and then El Russ-Bo was gone. Damn it! What have I done?
It was then the door opened in his containment cell - sliding upwards with a clacking sound. This was a clear signal to him: it's way past time to leave. He swam away, discouraged, realizing that the effect of the gas on the humans was far, far worse than he had ever imagined.
When he was spat up on a beach three days later, Russ Pinbaugh earned the right to be a real boy, and also preached unto the city of Ninevah. Or it might have been Miami. It took a while for people to notice that nothing he said made any sense, but once they did, they committed him to a loony bin. To this day, Pinbaugh sits in an asylum, rocking back and forth and hitting his head and muttering over and over again, "it happened, it happened. It happened. I saw it. It happened. I was there." He has of course been lobotomized since then and given his show back, although he remains under the care of the psychiatric hospital.
The Wise OOOH-tickoo-tick-TICK-tickOOOO is basically a punchline now. He's trying pretty hard to not be bitter about it, but human extinction is bad for everybody and sometimes these whales just don't understand that. But it is what it is. Perhaps whales deserve to be wiped out, he thinks from time to time.
Caroline Palmer sued the coffee manufacturer for manufacturing the dangerous drink that spilled on her lap and is now a multi-millionaire. She is using her income to help spread awareness of something or other. I can't remember; I wasn't paying attention.
Lumbergh is now an accountant with High Fidelity Whale Insurance, a subsidary of some whale thing.
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Friday, July 31, 2015
Privilege and Resentment
Over the last year or two, the issue of privilege has become kind of omnipresent all over social media. More and more people are thinking in terms of privilege and trying to exercise compassion. At the same time, reactionaries have formed whiny counter-movements such as the MRAs, the Meninists, and the "Why Can't We Have A White Pride Movement" people who think they're the real messengers of equality. It's pretty interesting to watch.
For those who don't understand what all this "check your privilege" stuff is about, let me lay it out for you simply:
Not too terribly long ago, white men were the only people who had any sort of privilege. This was written into the laws of the land. Eventually people got sick of the obvious unfairness of this arrangement and laws were finally passed for the cause of equality. These laws granted equality on paper, but not in real life. For instance, as soon as black people got any rights whatsoever, we got the KKK, Jim Crow laws, and urban segregation/"ghettoization." Even today, we have "equality" on paper but not in real life: black men with college degrees are as likely to get jobs as white men with felony records. That's right - if you want to see how hard it is to get a job as a black man with a college degree, go kill someone and see how easy things become for you. White people are still living with the residual privilege we inherited from our ancestors.
I've seen white people roll their eyes when talking about black people: "Oh, for heaven's sake. They have so many scholarships - more than we have! They have every opportunity WE have, and MORE! They need to get off their butts and do some work and stop complaining."
This is where people say "Check your privilege." White people take lots of things for granted: living in a decent neighborhood, not fearing for your life on the way to school, having a good school to go to, etc etc etc. When we forget about all of this sort of stuff, and then turn around and tell a kid from a terrible background that he's got the same opportunities as us, we forget about all the nice things that we had that he didn't. He DOESN'T have the same opportunities: he was likely surrounded by unchecked bad influences, his school was funded by abysmally low local property taxes, the teachers weren't engaged, and his education was very poor. Even if he WAS educated enough to go to college - which he very well might not be - what would he get for it? The same likelihood of getting a job as a FELON.
So - yes. "Check your privilege," indeed. We should always remember to THINK and LISTEN, not make assumptions and expect others to behave like we do. We forget how many things we take for granted that others find completely alien. This is what compassion and enlightenment is all about.
****Having said all that, I am now going to go down a path that will anger my more liberal friends. Before I start, I should be very loud and clear and say this: I am NOT into the MRA thing, the White Pride thing, or the Meninist thing. I find these movements incredibly disgusting and whiny and I have no use for them. Please remember that if you start thinking I'm trying to jump on the "persecuted" bandwagon. That is NOT me.And also, I'm sorry for telling such a long and detailed story. Context is important here to illustrate my point.****
So: A week or two ago, I joined a discussion on a friend's page. His article had suggested that the New Atheist movement was effectively an orientalist movement of white males who flex their privilege against everyone but white males. There were some allusions to things Maher and Dawkins said that sounded insulting to women (at least on the surface). The charge is also that the atheism movement is Islamophobic.
My response to this was that it is no measure of enlightenment to tolerate intolerance; the more humanist and rational you are, the more you will seek equality and the less you will tolerate ideas that elevate inequality (such as Islam). I said that the treatment of women and girls in Islam are barbaric, and any Eurocentric/Patriarchal views really stem a lot from religion. And as such, any problem of misogyny or Eurocentrism in a Western Atheist movement is not a function of its Atheism, but rather a function of its Westernness, which is actually a residual problem of religion. As such, the rationalist viewpoint is the antidote, not the problem.
I thought it was a pretty good point. Except what happened next was a woman butted in, telling me I shouldn't break my hand patting myself on the back for everything atheism has done for women.
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Now before I continue, I should give you a parenthetical: I do not enjoy calling myself an atheist in the first place. The things people infer from that label are crazy: there are a whole lot of adjectives/baggage that goes with the term. In reality, atheism simply means "lacking the belief in God or gods." It does not mean "I believe there is no God" (although some atheists do think this) or anything else. I say this because for the purpose of this debate, I am defending atheism as a concept. This ONLY means that I do not have an active belief in "God" AS DEFINED BY THEOLOGY. I'm not an ontological naturalist; depending on your definitions, I could be an atheist, a deist, a pantheist, or an Einstein-ist/Spinoza-ist. So don't bother going there. That's not the point. ANYWAY.........
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So anyway, yeah. She said that atheists should calm down and stop congratulating themselves on the progress they've made for women. "And don't tell me it's better when compared to Islam," she added. "That's a stupid argument." She then said that, because Dawkins and Maher have both insulted women, atheism itself has a problem with women. And besides, the demographics of the atheist community: overwhelmingly white male.
I was a bit taken aback, but my response had two main points:
1. Atheism (lack of belief in God/gods) can't have a problem with misogyny any more than disbelief in aliens can have a problem with misogyny. Atheists do not have gods and have no allegience to Bill Maher or Richard Dawkins; if they say something stupid, that does not reflect on anybody but them.
2. I am a feminist because I am a humanist because I am an "atheist" because I am a rationalist. Rational thinking IS better for women (and everyone else) than the type of male-centric irrational thinking found in Islam. It's NOT a stupid argument; if you're gonna lambast atheistic feminism for its "misogyny" while defending blatantly misogynistic Islam against the Big Mean White Atheist, you need to get your life together.
This is where my actual point begins.
She responded by basically characterizing me as a stereotypical clueless white basement-dwelling Dawkins-worshipping "dudebro" with no clue how the real world works. From this point on, she had nothing to say against my arguments; she had only smack to talk.
When I took exception to the ad hominem, she told me sarcastically that she's sorry she hurt my "poor widdle feelings."
NOW.
This was not persecution. I am not crying, my widdle feelings aren't hurt, and I'm not pulling the "LOOK, WHITE GUYS GET DISCRIMINATED AGAINST TOO" BS. If that's the worst I have to deal with, I have no business even mentioning it, especially in comparison to people who ACTUALLY have issues with discrimination. So don't get it twisted... BUT...
Can you imagine if I dismissed the argument of a black Christian woman by writing her off as a "welfare queen on her way to buy some Newports and get her $200 nails done?" And then mocked her for having her "poor widdle feelings" hurt? I'd be SWARMED with indignation and shouts of racism and ad hominem and I'd be lower than troll toejam. And I SHOULD be. It made me cringe to even write that as an example.
Here's the thing. Being born into privilege does not make your opinions any less valid than being born into un-privilege. The only thing that makes your opinions invalid is IGNORANCE. Assuming that you are ignorant simply because you were born into privilege is PREJUDICE. No, it's not OPPRESSION; it's true that an unprivileged class cannot OPPRESS a privileged class. But they can still exercise PREJUDICE, and prejudice is still not okay - even if you get some sort of glee out of "giving the white man a taste of his own medicine."
This is why I've been - cautiously - saying that privilege is starting to turn into a handicap.
Privilege is real. I was born into it and I can see plain as day that others are not as advantaged as I am. The only time I have EVER experienced racism was when I was driving with my black girlfriend and got pulled over because they assumed SHE was a prostitute. She, on the other hand, dealt with racism her whole life. I went to a private school and there was one person of color in the entire school. I have no idea what it is like to have negative assumptions constantly leveled at you. I mean, look at me - I had a small whiff and here I go off on a rant about prejudice. Can you imagine what it's like for somebody for whom that is an actual issue that affects the quality of their life?
I say all this to drive home the point that I am NOT trying to play persecution. I would never cheapen legitimate complaints of real persecution that way. I am simply trying to illustrate a shift I see where privilege is becoming a demographic that people can attack with impunity. Like I illustrated, I called her out on making assumptions about me based on my inborn traits, and was only greeted with more of the same. This seems like the only demographic that people are "allowed" to do that with, the only type of person that they are allowed to ad hominem attack and get away with it laughing. I hope it doesn't get worse.
Nietzsche came up with a term in his Geneaology of Morality: Ressentiment. The gist of this idea is that underdogs tend to find value in their identity as underdogs, reinterpreting their underdog status as "inherently good," and classify the privileged classes as "inherently evil." Some examples of this would include:
-"The meek shall inherit the earth."
-"Mainstream bands are just sellouts. Nobody listens to REAL music anymore."
-"I hate the Yankees. Somebody needs to take them down a peg."
I think this is kind of what is going on here. White men have held privilege for so long that it is becoming fashionable to reject white men, rather than to reject white PRIVILEGE. I am all about rejecting my special privilege. But the solution isn't to diminish ME as a white man; it's to raise everybody to the same level. I'll be damned if I'm walked all over by anyone trying to get ahead of me. No. We should all be in this together, walking forward hand in hand. I actually care about these issues, and it's VERY dangerous (and disappointing) to be tossed aside as a privileged blind dudebro when I'm in fact trying to HELP.I'm done now. You may now tell unleash your fury and tell me why I'm an insensitive prick.
For those who don't understand what all this "check your privilege" stuff is about, let me lay it out for you simply:
Not too terribly long ago, white men were the only people who had any sort of privilege. This was written into the laws of the land. Eventually people got sick of the obvious unfairness of this arrangement and laws were finally passed for the cause of equality. These laws granted equality on paper, but not in real life. For instance, as soon as black people got any rights whatsoever, we got the KKK, Jim Crow laws, and urban segregation/"ghettoization." Even today, we have "equality" on paper but not in real life: black men with college degrees are as likely to get jobs as white men with felony records. That's right - if you want to see how hard it is to get a job as a black man with a college degree, go kill someone and see how easy things become for you. White people are still living with the residual privilege we inherited from our ancestors.
I've seen white people roll their eyes when talking about black people: "Oh, for heaven's sake. They have so many scholarships - more than we have! They have every opportunity WE have, and MORE! They need to get off their butts and do some work and stop complaining."
This is where people say "Check your privilege." White people take lots of things for granted: living in a decent neighborhood, not fearing for your life on the way to school, having a good school to go to, etc etc etc. When we forget about all of this sort of stuff, and then turn around and tell a kid from a terrible background that he's got the same opportunities as us, we forget about all the nice things that we had that he didn't. He DOESN'T have the same opportunities: he was likely surrounded by unchecked bad influences, his school was funded by abysmally low local property taxes, the teachers weren't engaged, and his education was very poor. Even if he WAS educated enough to go to college - which he very well might not be - what would he get for it? The same likelihood of getting a job as a FELON.
So - yes. "Check your privilege," indeed. We should always remember to THINK and LISTEN, not make assumptions and expect others to behave like we do. We forget how many things we take for granted that others find completely alien. This is what compassion and enlightenment is all about.
****Having said all that, I am now going to go down a path that will anger my more liberal friends. Before I start, I should be very loud and clear and say this: I am NOT into the MRA thing, the White Pride thing, or the Meninist thing. I find these movements incredibly disgusting and whiny and I have no use for them. Please remember that if you start thinking I'm trying to jump on the "persecuted" bandwagon. That is NOT me.And also, I'm sorry for telling such a long and detailed story. Context is important here to illustrate my point.****
So: A week or two ago, I joined a discussion on a friend's page. His article had suggested that the New Atheist movement was effectively an orientalist movement of white males who flex their privilege against everyone but white males. There were some allusions to things Maher and Dawkins said that sounded insulting to women (at least on the surface). The charge is also that the atheism movement is Islamophobic.
My response to this was that it is no measure of enlightenment to tolerate intolerance; the more humanist and rational you are, the more you will seek equality and the less you will tolerate ideas that elevate inequality (such as Islam). I said that the treatment of women and girls in Islam are barbaric, and any Eurocentric/Patriarchal views really stem a lot from religion. And as such, any problem of misogyny or Eurocentrism in a Western Atheist movement is not a function of its Atheism, but rather a function of its Westernness, which is actually a residual problem of religion. As such, the rationalist viewpoint is the antidote, not the problem.
I thought it was a pretty good point. Except what happened next was a woman butted in, telling me I shouldn't break my hand patting myself on the back for everything atheism has done for women.
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Now before I continue, I should give you a parenthetical: I do not enjoy calling myself an atheist in the first place. The things people infer from that label are crazy: there are a whole lot of adjectives/baggage that goes with the term. In reality, atheism simply means "lacking the belief in God or gods." It does not mean "I believe there is no God" (although some atheists do think this) or anything else. I say this because for the purpose of this debate, I am defending atheism as a concept. This ONLY means that I do not have an active belief in "God" AS DEFINED BY THEOLOGY. I'm not an ontological naturalist; depending on your definitions, I could be an atheist, a deist, a pantheist, or an Einstein-ist/Spinoza-ist. So don't bother going there. That's not the point. ANYWAY.........
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So anyway, yeah. She said that atheists should calm down and stop congratulating themselves on the progress they've made for women. "And don't tell me it's better when compared to Islam," she added. "That's a stupid argument." She then said that, because Dawkins and Maher have both insulted women, atheism itself has a problem with women. And besides, the demographics of the atheist community: overwhelmingly white male.
I was a bit taken aback, but my response had two main points:
1. Atheism (lack of belief in God/gods) can't have a problem with misogyny any more than disbelief in aliens can have a problem with misogyny. Atheists do not have gods and have no allegience to Bill Maher or Richard Dawkins; if they say something stupid, that does not reflect on anybody but them.
2. I am a feminist because I am a humanist because I am an "atheist" because I am a rationalist. Rational thinking IS better for women (and everyone else) than the type of male-centric irrational thinking found in Islam. It's NOT a stupid argument; if you're gonna lambast atheistic feminism for its "misogyny" while defending blatantly misogynistic Islam against the Big Mean White Atheist, you need to get your life together.
This is where my actual point begins.
She responded by basically characterizing me as a stereotypical clueless white basement-dwelling Dawkins-worshipping "dudebro" with no clue how the real world works. From this point on, she had nothing to say against my arguments; she had only smack to talk.
When I took exception to the ad hominem, she told me sarcastically that she's sorry she hurt my "poor widdle feelings."
NOW.
This was not persecution. I am not crying, my widdle feelings aren't hurt, and I'm not pulling the "LOOK, WHITE GUYS GET DISCRIMINATED AGAINST TOO" BS. If that's the worst I have to deal with, I have no business even mentioning it, especially in comparison to people who ACTUALLY have issues with discrimination. So don't get it twisted... BUT...
Can you imagine if I dismissed the argument of a black Christian woman by writing her off as a "welfare queen on her way to buy some Newports and get her $200 nails done?" And then mocked her for having her "poor widdle feelings" hurt? I'd be SWARMED with indignation and shouts of racism and ad hominem and I'd be lower than troll toejam. And I SHOULD be. It made me cringe to even write that as an example.
Here's the thing. Being born into privilege does not make your opinions any less valid than being born into un-privilege. The only thing that makes your opinions invalid is IGNORANCE. Assuming that you are ignorant simply because you were born into privilege is PREJUDICE. No, it's not OPPRESSION; it's true that an unprivileged class cannot OPPRESS a privileged class. But they can still exercise PREJUDICE, and prejudice is still not okay - even if you get some sort of glee out of "giving the white man a taste of his own medicine."
This is why I've been - cautiously - saying that privilege is starting to turn into a handicap.
Privilege is real. I was born into it and I can see plain as day that others are not as advantaged as I am. The only time I have EVER experienced racism was when I was driving with my black girlfriend and got pulled over because they assumed SHE was a prostitute. She, on the other hand, dealt with racism her whole life. I went to a private school and there was one person of color in the entire school. I have no idea what it is like to have negative assumptions constantly leveled at you. I mean, look at me - I had a small whiff and here I go off on a rant about prejudice. Can you imagine what it's like for somebody for whom that is an actual issue that affects the quality of their life?
I say all this to drive home the point that I am NOT trying to play persecution. I would never cheapen legitimate complaints of real persecution that way. I am simply trying to illustrate a shift I see where privilege is becoming a demographic that people can attack with impunity. Like I illustrated, I called her out on making assumptions about me based on my inborn traits, and was only greeted with more of the same. This seems like the only demographic that people are "allowed" to do that with, the only type of person that they are allowed to ad hominem attack and get away with it laughing. I hope it doesn't get worse.
Nietzsche came up with a term in his Geneaology of Morality: Ressentiment. The gist of this idea is that underdogs tend to find value in their identity as underdogs, reinterpreting their underdog status as "inherently good," and classify the privileged classes as "inherently evil." Some examples of this would include:
-"The meek shall inherit the earth."
-"Mainstream bands are just sellouts. Nobody listens to REAL music anymore."
-"I hate the Yankees. Somebody needs to take them down a peg."
I think this is kind of what is going on here. White men have held privilege for so long that it is becoming fashionable to reject white men, rather than to reject white PRIVILEGE. I am all about rejecting my special privilege. But the solution isn't to diminish ME as a white man; it's to raise everybody to the same level. I'll be damned if I'm walked all over by anyone trying to get ahead of me. No. We should all be in this together, walking forward hand in hand. I actually care about these issues, and it's VERY dangerous (and disappointing) to be tossed aside as a privileged blind dudebro when I'm in fact trying to HELP.I'm done now. You may now tell unleash your fury and tell me why I'm an insensitive prick.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
The Story of My Deconversion
So let's see. I was born and raised in Christian Fundamentalism. At first it was general/nondemoninational, then it turned into IFB (Independent Fundamentalist Baptist), where women couldn't wear pants, boys and girls couldn't touch, TVs were frowned upon, and music with "a beat" was demonic (except for march music). We believed in only the KJV, we went to church at least three times a week, and my father was the choir director.
When I was 11 or 12, we were at yet another Bible study at my mom's friend's spot and were deciding what book to cover next. As usual, they were choosing between Paul's Epistles. It was ALWAYS Paul's Epistles. Most of the time in church when they were preaching, the main passage was from Paul's Epistles. It was starting to get weird. A philosophical kid, I wanted to go back and read Ecclesiastes or Lamentations, or maybe go back through one of the gospels. A thought struck me, so I asked it immediately: "Hey, why do we treat these books like they're God's Word? In all the other books, there's something saying 'This is the word of the LORD.' In Paul's letters, it only says 'A message from Paul to Church Blahblahblah.' What makes us so sure these books even belong in the Bible?"
Boy, I'll tell you what - you'd have thought I asked "hey, what's so bad about Satan?". They looked at me like I had three eyes. Their faces said "that's preposterous." My dad offered a frowning reply: "The Bible says that ALL scripture is inspired of God."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "But whoever said that Paul's epistles ARE scripture? HE never said they were inspired, so why should WE?"
This was my introduction to the tyranny of dogma. The conversation did NOT go well.
The question was never answered, no matter how many people I asked. The best I ever got was something from 2nd Peter in which Peter refers to Paul's writings as authoritative. Which, of course, didn't help me at all. Instead it lead me to ask "Why should we take PETER'S writings as inspired? He never claimed they were, either!"
I was very concerned that maybe Paul was a bad guy or at the very least his writings were not scripture. I was concerned that Satan had crept into our version of the Bible and our entire movement was mistaken about the "purity" of the Bible. Maybe Satan had us fooled! So I studied and found out about the councils of Nicea and Hippo.
"CATHOLICS decided canon? And not just any Catholics - An EMPEROR with political motives!!! Holy crap! Why are we taking our canon from a Catholic emperor?"
The rest of what I discovered about Nicea was too horrifying for me to even process. Most Christians were coptic or gnostic, until an "official canon" was established around the politically best "official doctrines". The coptics and gnostics were wiped out in short order. Many of the early Christians, I found out, didn't believe in the virgin birth or Jesus' status as God. And the people we got our doctrines from KILLED the people who thought differently, destroyed their writings, etc....... it was really starting to look like Satan got in while the getting was good and corrupted Christianity by making it a Roman political tool. Hence the similarities to Dionysis and Mithra..............
But that was far too much to process before I even got into high school. So I tried to ignore it.
My question about why hell was never mentioned in the Old Testament? That never got answered at all. Quite an omission - quite the silent response. That was a bigger deal, because Jesus was bringing a totally new doctrine with him that wasn't mentioned in the OT. What was that all about? Is it possible Yahweh FORGOT to mention hell for four thousand years? No answer.
I successfully put that thought on the back burner, but then other points started standing out to me: Why am I obsessed with making sure a book CLAIMS to be inspired? Claims are easy; talk is cheap. Like Jeremiah: "The word of the LORD unto Jeremiah." Sez WHO? Jeremiah?? Yeah, easy for HIM to say........
By the time I was fourteen, I was an unbeliever in denial. I had heard so much about hell that I refused to admit to myself I didn't believe. WAY TOO SCARY. A few times I was driven so crazy with anxiety about this that I wanted to commit suicide to get away from how scared I was. But why commit suicide and go to hell? Was finally knowing my fate REALLY better than being uncertain? Indecision and doubt filled my being.
Every night I prayed for salvation over and over again, waiting for the warmth and reassurance of my God to wrap me and hold me and heal my abject terror. It never came. Maybe I didn't do it right. I wasn't deeply enough SORRY. I need to examine myself. Maybe there is a sin I didn't repent of, or maybe I didn't repent deeply enough. Maybe I don't feel strongly enough how BAD I am - I mean, I don't FEEL like I'm that bad... but I need to convince myself of how worthless and terrible I am.
Self-abuse. Abject terror, self-abuse, nightmares, and no answers. Never any answers. Only questions and "maybe you can ask him that when you get to heaven. Now straighten your tie and sit up straight today in church."
The treatment I got because of this taught me it is better to twist yourself into a pretzel in order to please "God" (really it was human beings), so I started burying these feelings deep down and pretending they didn't exist. It was far less of a HASSLE.
Speaking of burying feelings, this was about the time I was getting to REALLY like girls. I didn't know what sex was or what my feelings meant, but I knew that looking at a woman and feeling arousal was lust, which was the same as adultery. Sexuality was, in my mind, conflated with the concept of "forbidden." Therefore, everything sexual was forbidden, and everything forbidden aroused me. That was REALLY a bad situation, and I am fortunate I did not end up hurting anybody. It could have been far, far worse than it got.
By the time I was sixteen I was smoking weed. It relaxed me, put me at ease with myself, helped me not stress out about my repressed sexuality or my indecision about religion. By the time I was seventeen, I was doing LSD too. Doing LSD gave me the profound realization that we are all made out of the same sort of energy, that "all is one" and that we are all connected to each other, that your mind is composed of energies with various motives each tripping over each other to be the primary energy in your life... things that Taoists and Buddhists had been saying for thousands of years. I of course had not been EXPOSED to Taoism and Buddhism at that point; but when I later read what they said, I felt extremely validated.
But let's not take drug epiphanies as if they are divine revelation. Don't worry, I don't make that mistake. I simply became aware of something that I think we all know deep down.
From 16-17, I basically chilled out. I wasn't worried; I had learned how to bury everything and just get stoned and practice piano. Then I got caught with pot and of course things went haywire. It was anguish and tears and horror and it was immediately back to hardcore church mode for "reparative therapy."
I got "saved" "again." And re-baptised. All that guilt and stuff had come cascading back and I acknowledged that they were far more powerful than my questions. That is, of course, until the emotions faded and the questions remained, sticking in my craw like never before.
I asked more people my questions, more boldly now; got the same answers. I read up on it. I used the Internet to read apologism articles. Everything relied on hermaneutics (the fine art of extracting doctrine from scripture - assuming, of course, that whatever you read in that book is true). Well, my questions couldn't be answered by hermaneutics; my questions were about the allegedly divine origin of the Bible itself.
Toward the end of eleventh grade, we studied Descartes in Literature class. We went through his Meditations; in his first meditation, he erases all his assumptions, destroys all his beliefs, and determines to rebuild his belief system from the ground up; he wants to eliminate any bad assumptions he's made and see what a purely objective world view will get you.
I did this, and was not surprised to learn his subsequent logic had major errors; and now that "door" was missing that I was telling you about. I couldn't find the way back in! As Richard Ingersoll said:
"All that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the Bible is simply and purely of human invention -- of barbarian invention -- is to read it. Read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would of any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the coiled form of superstition -- then read the Holy Bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and of such atrocity."
I did that - approached the Bible as an outsider - and found that there was no way IN. You have to already BE there - as in, be convinced - and then whip your disobedience into shape by making a decision to repent. At no point in that equation do you need to be CONVINCED - only CONVICTED.
From the outside, there appeared to be no door available to one who insists on intellectual honesty. This was just my experience, of course, and I could totally have been be missing something.
But I had DEDICATED MY LIFE to "The Ministry." This was just Satan messing with me, whispering in my ear. I hated that voice of reason, that obstinate logic. There is a quote by Martin Luther I find applicable here:
“Reason is a whore, the greatest enemy that faith has; it never comes to the aid of spiritual things, but more frequently than not struggles against the divine Word, treating with contempt all that emanates from God.”
I was sick and tired of the exhausting mental game I was playing, and concentrated on piano instead.
When I was 18 I got caught holding hands with a girl from my church. I had been planning on going to Baldwin-Wallace College for piano performance and becoming a concert pianist. But this was a big deal. Holding hands? I needed to be straightened out - and GOOD.
No longer would my parents help me attend school. Not unless I went to Bob Jones University.
I went to Bob Jones University.
I hated the people there. They were all so sanctimonious and plastic, each preacher sounding JUST like the last in their cadence... each saying the same stuff and making the same sort of analogies and..... it was creepy. But I paid the fakers no nevermind. I could spot them a mile off; you couldn't ignore them, but you could navigate your way around them for the most part. I navigated fairly well, using what I had learned about burying your identity to minimize hassle; but I sought out the Dean of Men, three of the pastors, four of my teachers, and another three pastors from area churches. I sent them all a list of questions, and each of them gave me the runaround. My favorite response was from Jim Berg, the Dean of Students at BJU, who said basically "These questions are elementary and easily answered by any mature Christian. If you don't know anybody who fits that description, try Dr. So-And-So."
Well shoot, I thought. I just took these questions to the "Real Vatican," ie Bob Jones, and even THEY couldn't answer them. These are questions that have no answer. We believe the Bible because the Bible says we should. Period. Yes, it really is that ridiculous. It really does just boil down to being selectively gullible.
I came back from my year at BJU and halfheartedly went back to church because my dad was still the choir director and really really wanted me to. My mom had grown sick of the fake plastic people and politics there and refused to go; I went a few times and petered out. I was angry at those people for being such jerks, for keeping my repressed, for confusing me, for wasting my teenage years, for everything. But I never once blamed God for what they did, nor did I reject BELIEF by virtue of how I FELT. That kind of thing, where emotions overrode fact, was no longer acceptable to me. I gained the ability to believe or disbelieve by virtue of information and information alone, without cognitive bias. Or, at least as close to it as I could get.
When I opted out of church, I explained it with honesty. It was a "coming out of the closet" experience. I explained that I'm not going to believe a book simply because the book asks me to; that I'm going to pay attention to facts, and right now the facts are leading me away from the Bible; that if hell were a real thing, they might have found a moment to mention it in the Old Testament; that an omnipotent merciful god could not be forced into torturing his own creation against his will; that I was taking a stand for once in my life, and refusing to give in to pressure. That day I felt more integrity than I ever had before, and I was FREE. I wasn't a Christian.
But then the angst set in, that angst that Christians imagine atheists must feel: Existence is meaningless! I am infinitely unimportant, nothing has any value, everything is hopeless. Why SHOULDN'T we just be as nasty and selfish and hedonistic as we want? What difference does it make anyway?
I pondered and finally decided: Just because life has lost objective meaning, that doesn't mean life is MEANINGLESS; it just makes the meaning of life subjective! I don't need to be depressed that there is no "meaning of life" being handed to me to consume on a silver platter; it's not a restaurant. I have to make my OWN meaning of life... and it tastes better than it did from the restaurant! And you best believe I will flavor it with the best life has to offer: not nastiness and selfishness. I will season it with love and respect, so that I might be surrounded by reciprocal love and respect.
When I went to OSU and studied existentialism, I found that yet again my thoughts had already been expressed long before I had figured these things out. Sartre and Camus had expressed these ideas already. Existentialism was thrilling - a "doctrine of optimism and action" as Sartre put it, and not "a doctrine of despair." Once again, I felt validated.
I dated an atheist girl and she convinced me that I was already technically an atheist. To be fair, using the dictionary definition of God, I AM an atheist; but I worked something out for myself that ontological naturalism is false. People assume atheism = ontological naturalism; but this is not the case. Ontological naturalists believe that the material world is all that there is; everything that is temporal is everything there is, PERIOD.
Not only is that prejudiced and arrogant, it doesn't even make sense. If your philosophy precludes you from HAVING a solution to infinite regress, it's a bad philosophy. You can't ignore inconvenient ideas. Therefore, I believe there is something greater - just as I felt there must be all along.
So I moved more into Buddhism and Taoism, where I found the thing that resonated with me most: The Mystery I was seeking was not a jealous being somewhere across a great gulf from me. No, the Mystery I was seeking was the basis for all things, the glue holding all things together, the unifying force, the very laws of nature and physics themselves; but beyond that, something deeper still. Something too omnipresent and magnificent to behold or comprehend.
Then I read about Einstein and Spinoza's version of "God" and felt that chill again: Once again, I had stumbled upon another piece of the puzzle on my own, simply by exercising a little intellectual honesty.
This more or less leads me to where I am today: I'm curious and irreverent, and I offend people by being brutally accurate when I talk about important issues. Not because I'm a jerk; just because truth is more important to me than my comfort or anybody else's. I refuse to dismiss facts that don't agree with my worldview; facts don't make room for my worldview, so my worldview has to make room for facts. This is especially important when I am asked to believe (on pain of eternal torture) that the God of the Universe wrote a book in which he called himself jealous. Or that he creates evil. Or that he is omnipotent, yet cannot forgive us without first copying the Babylonian Mystery Religion script. Or that he had to wipe out the world with a flood and couldn't spare people without asking them to build a boat for all the animals, even the sloths and kangaroos, which then showed no signs of migration back to their respective continents. Or this, or that, or the third, or the 99th.......
The short version of this story:
-I had some questions
-Nobody could answer them
-I kept asking and researching
-Discovered that there are no answers for these questions
-Realized that these unanswerable questions amount to gaping holes in the set of doctrines that is Christianity
-Decided to never again not confront facts and work them into my worldview; aka decided to be honest with myself
-My intellectual honesty appears to have precluded me from gullibility
-Gullibility seems to be the only way to adopt a faith, far as I can tell
-Realized that there is more to existence than the temporal
-I am now living with wonder and awe in a world filled with intriguing ideas and grandiose mystery
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One more parting thought: How is it I can stand not knowing? How can I have any foundation? Don't I feel lost and terrified not knowing where we're headed?
To that I have two quotes:
"Doubt is not a pleasant condition; but certainty is absurd" - Voltaire
“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” - Rilke
When I was 11 or 12, we were at yet another Bible study at my mom's friend's spot and were deciding what book to cover next. As usual, they were choosing between Paul's Epistles. It was ALWAYS Paul's Epistles. Most of the time in church when they were preaching, the main passage was from Paul's Epistles. It was starting to get weird. A philosophical kid, I wanted to go back and read Ecclesiastes or Lamentations, or maybe go back through one of the gospels. A thought struck me, so I asked it immediately: "Hey, why do we treat these books like they're God's Word? In all the other books, there's something saying 'This is the word of the LORD.' In Paul's letters, it only says 'A message from Paul to Church Blahblahblah.' What makes us so sure these books even belong in the Bible?"
Boy, I'll tell you what - you'd have thought I asked "hey, what's so bad about Satan?". They looked at me like I had three eyes. Their faces said "that's preposterous." My dad offered a frowning reply: "The Bible says that ALL scripture is inspired of God."
"Yeah, I know," I said. "But whoever said that Paul's epistles ARE scripture? HE never said they were inspired, so why should WE?"
This was my introduction to the tyranny of dogma. The conversation did NOT go well.
The question was never answered, no matter how many people I asked. The best I ever got was something from 2nd Peter in which Peter refers to Paul's writings as authoritative. Which, of course, didn't help me at all. Instead it lead me to ask "Why should we take PETER'S writings as inspired? He never claimed they were, either!"
I was very concerned that maybe Paul was a bad guy or at the very least his writings were not scripture. I was concerned that Satan had crept into our version of the Bible and our entire movement was mistaken about the "purity" of the Bible. Maybe Satan had us fooled! So I studied and found out about the councils of Nicea and Hippo.
"CATHOLICS decided canon? And not just any Catholics - An EMPEROR with political motives!!! Holy crap! Why are we taking our canon from a Catholic emperor?"
The rest of what I discovered about Nicea was too horrifying for me to even process. Most Christians were coptic or gnostic, until an "official canon" was established around the politically best "official doctrines". The coptics and gnostics were wiped out in short order. Many of the early Christians, I found out, didn't believe in the virgin birth or Jesus' status as God. And the people we got our doctrines from KILLED the people who thought differently, destroyed their writings, etc....... it was really starting to look like Satan got in while the getting was good and corrupted Christianity by making it a Roman political tool. Hence the similarities to Dionysis and Mithra..............
But that was far too much to process before I even got into high school. So I tried to ignore it.
My question about why hell was never mentioned in the Old Testament? That never got answered at all. Quite an omission - quite the silent response. That was a bigger deal, because Jesus was bringing a totally new doctrine with him that wasn't mentioned in the OT. What was that all about? Is it possible Yahweh FORGOT to mention hell for four thousand years? No answer.
I successfully put that thought on the back burner, but then other points started standing out to me: Why am I obsessed with making sure a book CLAIMS to be inspired? Claims are easy; talk is cheap. Like Jeremiah: "The word of the LORD unto Jeremiah." Sez WHO? Jeremiah?? Yeah, easy for HIM to say........
By the time I was fourteen, I was an unbeliever in denial. I had heard so much about hell that I refused to admit to myself I didn't believe. WAY TOO SCARY. A few times I was driven so crazy with anxiety about this that I wanted to commit suicide to get away from how scared I was. But why commit suicide and go to hell? Was finally knowing my fate REALLY better than being uncertain? Indecision and doubt filled my being.
Every night I prayed for salvation over and over again, waiting for the warmth and reassurance of my God to wrap me and hold me and heal my abject terror. It never came. Maybe I didn't do it right. I wasn't deeply enough SORRY. I need to examine myself. Maybe there is a sin I didn't repent of, or maybe I didn't repent deeply enough. Maybe I don't feel strongly enough how BAD I am - I mean, I don't FEEL like I'm that bad... but I need to convince myself of how worthless and terrible I am.
Self-abuse. Abject terror, self-abuse, nightmares, and no answers. Never any answers. Only questions and "maybe you can ask him that when you get to heaven. Now straighten your tie and sit up straight today in church."
The treatment I got because of this taught me it is better to twist yourself into a pretzel in order to please "God" (really it was human beings), so I started burying these feelings deep down and pretending they didn't exist. It was far less of a HASSLE.
Speaking of burying feelings, this was about the time I was getting to REALLY like girls. I didn't know what sex was or what my feelings meant, but I knew that looking at a woman and feeling arousal was lust, which was the same as adultery. Sexuality was, in my mind, conflated with the concept of "forbidden." Therefore, everything sexual was forbidden, and everything forbidden aroused me. That was REALLY a bad situation, and I am fortunate I did not end up hurting anybody. It could have been far, far worse than it got.
By the time I was sixteen I was smoking weed. It relaxed me, put me at ease with myself, helped me not stress out about my repressed sexuality or my indecision about religion. By the time I was seventeen, I was doing LSD too. Doing LSD gave me the profound realization that we are all made out of the same sort of energy, that "all is one" and that we are all connected to each other, that your mind is composed of energies with various motives each tripping over each other to be the primary energy in your life... things that Taoists and Buddhists had been saying for thousands of years. I of course had not been EXPOSED to Taoism and Buddhism at that point; but when I later read what they said, I felt extremely validated.
But let's not take drug epiphanies as if they are divine revelation. Don't worry, I don't make that mistake. I simply became aware of something that I think we all know deep down.
From 16-17, I basically chilled out. I wasn't worried; I had learned how to bury everything and just get stoned and practice piano. Then I got caught with pot and of course things went haywire. It was anguish and tears and horror and it was immediately back to hardcore church mode for "reparative therapy."
I got "saved" "again." And re-baptised. All that guilt and stuff had come cascading back and I acknowledged that they were far more powerful than my questions. That is, of course, until the emotions faded and the questions remained, sticking in my craw like never before.
I asked more people my questions, more boldly now; got the same answers. I read up on it. I used the Internet to read apologism articles. Everything relied on hermaneutics (the fine art of extracting doctrine from scripture - assuming, of course, that whatever you read in that book is true). Well, my questions couldn't be answered by hermaneutics; my questions were about the allegedly divine origin of the Bible itself.
Toward the end of eleventh grade, we studied Descartes in Literature class. We went through his Meditations; in his first meditation, he erases all his assumptions, destroys all his beliefs, and determines to rebuild his belief system from the ground up; he wants to eliminate any bad assumptions he's made and see what a purely objective world view will get you.
I did this, and was not surprised to learn his subsequent logic had major errors; and now that "door" was missing that I was telling you about. I couldn't find the way back in! As Richard Ingersoll said:
"All that is necessary, as it seems to me, to convince any reasonable person that the Bible is simply and purely of human invention -- of barbarian invention -- is to read it. Read it as you would any other book; think of it as you would of any other; get the bandage of reverence from your eyes; drive from your heart the phantom of fear; push from the throne of your brain the coiled form of superstition -- then read the Holy Bible, and you will be amazed that you ever, for one moment, supposed a being of infinite wisdom, goodness and purity, to be the author of such ignorance and of such atrocity."
I did that - approached the Bible as an outsider - and found that there was no way IN. You have to already BE there - as in, be convinced - and then whip your disobedience into shape by making a decision to repent. At no point in that equation do you need to be CONVINCED - only CONVICTED.
From the outside, there appeared to be no door available to one who insists on intellectual honesty. This was just my experience, of course, and I could totally have been be missing something.
But I had DEDICATED MY LIFE to "The Ministry." This was just Satan messing with me, whispering in my ear. I hated that voice of reason, that obstinate logic. There is a quote by Martin Luther I find applicable here:
“Reason is a whore, the greatest enemy that faith has; it never comes to the aid of spiritual things, but more frequently than not struggles against the divine Word, treating with contempt all that emanates from God.”
I was sick and tired of the exhausting mental game I was playing, and concentrated on piano instead.
When I was 18 I got caught holding hands with a girl from my church. I had been planning on going to Baldwin-Wallace College for piano performance and becoming a concert pianist. But this was a big deal. Holding hands? I needed to be straightened out - and GOOD.
No longer would my parents help me attend school. Not unless I went to Bob Jones University.
I went to Bob Jones University.
Trust me on this.
I hated the people there. They were all so sanctimonious and plastic, each preacher sounding JUST like the last in their cadence... each saying the same stuff and making the same sort of analogies and..... it was creepy. But I paid the fakers no nevermind. I could spot them a mile off; you couldn't ignore them, but you could navigate your way around them for the most part. I navigated fairly well, using what I had learned about burying your identity to minimize hassle; but I sought out the Dean of Men, three of the pastors, four of my teachers, and another three pastors from area churches. I sent them all a list of questions, and each of them gave me the runaround. My favorite response was from Jim Berg, the Dean of Students at BJU, who said basically "These questions are elementary and easily answered by any mature Christian. If you don't know anybody who fits that description, try Dr. So-And-So."
Well shoot, I thought. I just took these questions to the "Real Vatican," ie Bob Jones, and even THEY couldn't answer them. These are questions that have no answer. We believe the Bible because the Bible says we should. Period. Yes, it really is that ridiculous. It really does just boil down to being selectively gullible.
I came back from my year at BJU and halfheartedly went back to church because my dad was still the choir director and really really wanted me to. My mom had grown sick of the fake plastic people and politics there and refused to go; I went a few times and petered out. I was angry at those people for being such jerks, for keeping my repressed, for confusing me, for wasting my teenage years, for everything. But I never once blamed God for what they did, nor did I reject BELIEF by virtue of how I FELT. That kind of thing, where emotions overrode fact, was no longer acceptable to me. I gained the ability to believe or disbelieve by virtue of information and information alone, without cognitive bias. Or, at least as close to it as I could get.
When I opted out of church, I explained it with honesty. It was a "coming out of the closet" experience. I explained that I'm not going to believe a book simply because the book asks me to; that I'm going to pay attention to facts, and right now the facts are leading me away from the Bible; that if hell were a real thing, they might have found a moment to mention it in the Old Testament; that an omnipotent merciful god could not be forced into torturing his own creation against his will; that I was taking a stand for once in my life, and refusing to give in to pressure. That day I felt more integrity than I ever had before, and I was FREE. I wasn't a Christian.
That felt good.
But then the angst set in, that angst that Christians imagine atheists must feel: Existence is meaningless! I am infinitely unimportant, nothing has any value, everything is hopeless. Why SHOULDN'T we just be as nasty and selfish and hedonistic as we want? What difference does it make anyway?
I pondered and finally decided: Just because life has lost objective meaning, that doesn't mean life is MEANINGLESS; it just makes the meaning of life subjective! I don't need to be depressed that there is no "meaning of life" being handed to me to consume on a silver platter; it's not a restaurant. I have to make my OWN meaning of life... and it tastes better than it did from the restaurant! And you best believe I will flavor it with the best life has to offer: not nastiness and selfishness. I will season it with love and respect, so that I might be surrounded by reciprocal love and respect.
When I went to OSU and studied existentialism, I found that yet again my thoughts had already been expressed long before I had figured these things out. Sartre and Camus had expressed these ideas already. Existentialism was thrilling - a "doctrine of optimism and action" as Sartre put it, and not "a doctrine of despair." Once again, I felt validated.
I dated an atheist girl and she convinced me that I was already technically an atheist. To be fair, using the dictionary definition of God, I AM an atheist; but I worked something out for myself that ontological naturalism is false. People assume atheism = ontological naturalism; but this is not the case. Ontological naturalists believe that the material world is all that there is; everything that is temporal is everything there is, PERIOD.
Not only is that prejudiced and arrogant, it doesn't even make sense. If your philosophy precludes you from HAVING a solution to infinite regress, it's a bad philosophy. You can't ignore inconvenient ideas. Therefore, I believe there is something greater - just as I felt there must be all along.
So I moved more into Buddhism and Taoism, where I found the thing that resonated with me most: The Mystery I was seeking was not a jealous being somewhere across a great gulf from me. No, the Mystery I was seeking was the basis for all things, the glue holding all things together, the unifying force, the very laws of nature and physics themselves; but beyond that, something deeper still. Something too omnipresent and magnificent to behold or comprehend.
Then I read about Einstein and Spinoza's version of "God" and felt that chill again: Once again, I had stumbled upon another piece of the puzzle on my own, simply by exercising a little intellectual honesty.
This more or less leads me to where I am today: I'm curious and irreverent, and I offend people by being brutally accurate when I talk about important issues. Not because I'm a jerk; just because truth is more important to me than my comfort or anybody else's. I refuse to dismiss facts that don't agree with my worldview; facts don't make room for my worldview, so my worldview has to make room for facts. This is especially important when I am asked to believe (on pain of eternal torture) that the God of the Universe wrote a book in which he called himself jealous. Or that he creates evil. Or that he is omnipotent, yet cannot forgive us without first copying the Babylonian Mystery Religion script. Or that he had to wipe out the world with a flood and couldn't spare people without asking them to build a boat for all the animals, even the sloths and kangaroos, which then showed no signs of migration back to their respective continents. Or this, or that, or the third, or the 99th.......
The short version of this story:
-I had some questions
-Nobody could answer them
-I kept asking and researching
-Discovered that there are no answers for these questions
-Realized that these unanswerable questions amount to gaping holes in the set of doctrines that is Christianity
-Decided to never again not confront facts and work them into my worldview; aka decided to be honest with myself
-My intellectual honesty appears to have precluded me from gullibility
-Gullibility seems to be the only way to adopt a faith, far as I can tell
-Realized that there is more to existence than the temporal
-I am now living with wonder and awe in a world filled with intriguing ideas and grandiose mystery
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One more parting thought: How is it I can stand not knowing? How can I have any foundation? Don't I feel lost and terrified not knowing where we're headed?
To that I have two quotes:
"Doubt is not a pleasant condition; but certainty is absurd" - Voltaire
Now I live a life of wonder, and it's better than a life of fake certainty.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Robin Williams, Winston Churchill, and the Five Stages of Becoming a Conservative
Winston Churchill once said, "A young person who isn't a liberal has
no heart. An old person who isn't conservative has no brain." Indeed, it
seems pretty common to see passionate young people sputter and burn
out, get kind of cynical, and end up conservative in their middle-age
era.
I'm only 31, but I'm starting to feel the tug. Not a serious tug, but I'm feeling the pull a little bit. And I want to know why, so I've been thinking about it a lot lately. But it was only with Robin Williams' death that I started to piece together some cogent thoughts about it.
(My parents, who are conservative, think this is maturity kicking in. I don't know that I'd call it that. I think people confuse maturity with cynicism.)
So let me explain the Robin Williams thing. My first thought when I heard that Robin Williams killed himself - after the shock and sadness - was, "Hold on a second. How many kids got kidnapped and sold into sex slavery, or bombed by weapons we paid for, just since Robin Williams died? Why are we as a culture crying over THIS one guy, while kids are getting killed left and right and we just sigh and shake our heads? Why all the consternation over this but not that?"
And I shook my head because we are so shortsighted. We aren't affected by these kids dying and getting sold because we haven't ENCOUNTERED them. They never made an impact on US, PERSONALLY -- so the idea of them getting killed is abstract. It doesn't hit close to home. It's just vague, distant, general woe. Bad tidings from afar. It doesn't AFFECT us because THEY don't affect us. But Robin Williams made us laugh, so the end result is, we get sad when a 63-year-old dude kills himself but barely spare a thought when an entire house full of Palestinian children gets killed by a bomb we paid for. How awful. How unconscionable. What is wrong with us.
And as I went to post about it on Facebook, in my righteous indignation, I sagged. That's too obvious a thing to complain about. Of course we're hypocrites. Of course our priorities are messed up. Why bother joining the chorus of the Righteous Captains Obvious?
That's when it hit me. This is the overture to the seduction of Conservatism.
Going from liberal to conservative is the exact same path as the five stages of grief. Here is the Liberal-To-Conservative Five Stages:
First, you're in denial. This is when you're a kid and have the rose-colored glasses and the world is a wonderful place, a simple place with good guys and bad guys.
Second, you're angry. This is when you're a teenager and early adult, and you are becoming aware something is dreadfully, fundamentally WRONG with society. This is when Rage Against the Machine does you some good. You detect the staggering amount of BS that society is built upon, and you can't STAND it. It offends the purity you are still used to insisting upon.
Third, you bargain. This is when you're in that activism phase, early adult to college. "If only" is your mantra, and you have all the ideas for how things could be fixed. You're probably right, too. You try to find a way to make it work.
Fourth, you get depressed. This happens when you realize you begin to realize that humans pretty much deserve whatever they get because we are a selfish and shallow bunch of monkey-spawn who refuses to grow up. We start realizing, in the words of Bob Dylan, that we "know too much to argue or to judge." We "let it be." We start thinking we're wise now, transcending the whole affair by being aloof and detached. We can't change anything, and we no longer have the energy to waste on a hopeless affair.
Fifth, we accept it. Human beings are hopelessly myopic and we can't change it. Why continue to expend our energy and passion caring so fully about something too huge to contain? We can't be responsible for the entire world. It's far too tiring. Better to focus our energies on a small group of people - the people who affect us. We no longer have room in our hearts for Palestinian children getting bombed. We can't change it anyway. We only have room for the Robin Williams in our lives. We focus on that stuff; we push out the other stuff. We stop voting for the needs of mankind; it's a waste of time anyway. We vote in our own self-interest instead. And we have kids, who grow up to loathe who and what we've become, who hate that we've stopped fighting the man and become in the man out of our weariness. And we look down at them and say with our sorrowful wisdom, "I was once like you. I guess I just grew out of it."
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DISCLAIMER TIME:Now this is a model that could be applied to other transitions - not just liberal to conservative. I'm only using the terms "liberal" and "conservative" to represent "convictions for change based on what's good for society at large" vs "convictions based on what's good for my group(s)." I'm aware there are some conservative libertarians who promote their philosophy for the empowerment of society at large. I'm adding this disclaimer so my younger, passionate conservative friends don't feel like I'm calling them myopic and calloused. That's not what I'm trying to say.
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I'm currently at the tail end of Stage 4, verging on Acceptance. But there are two acceptances. There is the "surrender" acceptance and the "zen" acceptance. I'm choosing the "zen" acceptance - society is what it is. I may be able to change it; I may not. Either way, I am going to stay true to my outrage. I wasn't wrong when I got angry and listened to Rage Against the Machine. I wasn't wrong when I tried to find ways to change it. I wasn't wrong until my inability to make a vast difference got me depressed. I'm only a drop in a bucket; but that doesn't mean I should let myself be polluted.
And here I quote one of my favorite authors, Stephen R Donaldson...
"Mortal lives are not stones. They are not seas. For impermanence to judge itself by the standards of permanence is folly. Or it is arrogance. Life merely is what it is, neither more nor less. To deem it less because it is not more is to heed the counsels of Despair... We were not promised ease. The purpose of life - if it may be said to have purpose - is not ease. It is to choose, and to act upon the choice. In that task, we are not measured by outcomes. We are measured only by daring and effort and resolve."
So this is what I learned from Robin Williams, and how I answer Winston Churchil.
I'm only 31, but I'm starting to feel the tug. Not a serious tug, but I'm feeling the pull a little bit. And I want to know why, so I've been thinking about it a lot lately. But it was only with Robin Williams' death that I started to piece together some cogent thoughts about it.
(My parents, who are conservative, think this is maturity kicking in. I don't know that I'd call it that. I think people confuse maturity with cynicism.)
So let me explain the Robin Williams thing. My first thought when I heard that Robin Williams killed himself - after the shock and sadness - was, "Hold on a second. How many kids got kidnapped and sold into sex slavery, or bombed by weapons we paid for, just since Robin Williams died? Why are we as a culture crying over THIS one guy, while kids are getting killed left and right and we just sigh and shake our heads? Why all the consternation over this but not that?"
And I shook my head because we are so shortsighted. We aren't affected by these kids dying and getting sold because we haven't ENCOUNTERED them. They never made an impact on US, PERSONALLY -- so the idea of them getting killed is abstract. It doesn't hit close to home. It's just vague, distant, general woe. Bad tidings from afar. It doesn't AFFECT us because THEY don't affect us. But Robin Williams made us laugh, so the end result is, we get sad when a 63-year-old dude kills himself but barely spare a thought when an entire house full of Palestinian children gets killed by a bomb we paid for. How awful. How unconscionable. What is wrong with us.
And as I went to post about it on Facebook, in my righteous indignation, I sagged. That's too obvious a thing to complain about. Of course we're hypocrites. Of course our priorities are messed up. Why bother joining the chorus of the Righteous Captains Obvious?
That's when it hit me. This is the overture to the seduction of Conservatism.
Going from liberal to conservative is the exact same path as the five stages of grief. Here is the Liberal-To-Conservative Five Stages:
First, you're in denial. This is when you're a kid and have the rose-colored glasses and the world is a wonderful place, a simple place with good guys and bad guys.
Second, you're angry. This is when you're a teenager and early adult, and you are becoming aware something is dreadfully, fundamentally WRONG with society. This is when Rage Against the Machine does you some good. You detect the staggering amount of BS that society is built upon, and you can't STAND it. It offends the purity you are still used to insisting upon.
Third, you bargain. This is when you're in that activism phase, early adult to college. "If only" is your mantra, and you have all the ideas for how things could be fixed. You're probably right, too. You try to find a way to make it work.
Fourth, you get depressed. This happens when you realize you begin to realize that humans pretty much deserve whatever they get because we are a selfish and shallow bunch of monkey-spawn who refuses to grow up. We start realizing, in the words of Bob Dylan, that we "know too much to argue or to judge." We "let it be." We start thinking we're wise now, transcending the whole affair by being aloof and detached. We can't change anything, and we no longer have the energy to waste on a hopeless affair.
Fifth, we accept it. Human beings are hopelessly myopic and we can't change it. Why continue to expend our energy and passion caring so fully about something too huge to contain? We can't be responsible for the entire world. It's far too tiring. Better to focus our energies on a small group of people - the people who affect us. We no longer have room in our hearts for Palestinian children getting bombed. We can't change it anyway. We only have room for the Robin Williams in our lives. We focus on that stuff; we push out the other stuff. We stop voting for the needs of mankind; it's a waste of time anyway. We vote in our own self-interest instead. And we have kids, who grow up to loathe who and what we've become, who hate that we've stopped fighting the man and become in the man out of our weariness. And we look down at them and say with our sorrowful wisdom, "I was once like you. I guess I just grew out of it."
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DISCLAIMER TIME:Now this is a model that could be applied to other transitions - not just liberal to conservative. I'm only using the terms "liberal" and "conservative" to represent "convictions for change based on what's good for society at large" vs "convictions based on what's good for my group(s)." I'm aware there are some conservative libertarians who promote their philosophy for the empowerment of society at large. I'm adding this disclaimer so my younger, passionate conservative friends don't feel like I'm calling them myopic and calloused. That's not what I'm trying to say.
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I'm currently at the tail end of Stage 4, verging on Acceptance. But there are two acceptances. There is the "surrender" acceptance and the "zen" acceptance. I'm choosing the "zen" acceptance - society is what it is. I may be able to change it; I may not. Either way, I am going to stay true to my outrage. I wasn't wrong when I got angry and listened to Rage Against the Machine. I wasn't wrong when I tried to find ways to change it. I wasn't wrong until my inability to make a vast difference got me depressed. I'm only a drop in a bucket; but that doesn't mean I should let myself be polluted.
And here I quote one of my favorite authors, Stephen R Donaldson...
"Mortal lives are not stones. They are not seas. For impermanence to judge itself by the standards of permanence is folly. Or it is arrogance. Life merely is what it is, neither more nor less. To deem it less because it is not more is to heed the counsels of Despair... We were not promised ease. The purpose of life - if it may be said to have purpose - is not ease. It is to choose, and to act upon the choice. In that task, we are not measured by outcomes. We are measured only by daring and effort and resolve."
So this is what I learned from Robin Williams, and how I answer Winston Churchil.
Monday, November 25, 2013
I
had a long talk the other day with someone. We'll leave the identity
out, but "X" was truly concerned and really wants to make
sure I don't spend eternity in hell. This is a serious concern for
"X." For anybody not aware, I grew up in, and have lots of
friends from the world of, Christian Fundamentalism. Christian
Fundamentalism teaches that the Bible is literally perfect or at
least WAS literally perfect in its original form, and is meant to be
taken literally except for the parables.
In
other words, Noah literally loaded a real boat with every single land
animals (including dinosaurs) and snakes and donkeys and bushes
literally spoke, and Jesus was actually born of a virgin for real and
if I don't accept the gift and "surrender" my will to the
guy who sacrificed his own son, I will actually end up literally
burning in agony long after the earth and sun have expired - time
enough for eighteen billion universes to be born and die.
To
most of the people who will end up reading this note, this is neither
news nor anything very weird at all. I'm just letting it be known
where "X" was coming from. And I find it difficult to keep
my mouth closed when this sort of thing comes out.
Now
a lot of people from both sides - believers and unbelievers - both
end up saying the same thing to me: Well,
if you don't believe it, what's the big deal? If it's all a bunch of
nonsense, why don't you just smile politely and let them believe what
they want to believe?
It's
a fair question, I suppose. Here's the reason why I allow myself to
get involved.
Truth
matters. Untruth matters. If it's true that there is a literal heaven
or hell awaiting each of us, Christianity is INFINITELY more valuable
than this short life. And if it's UNTRUE, this short life itself is
INFINITELY more valuable than Christianity.
If
the Bible is the real deal, climate change does not matter. Why?
Because if the Bible is the real deal, God is going to burn this
planet anyway and start over with a new planet. That makes
environmentalism a complete waste of time. And many of the Christian
policy makers believe this - thus they have no interest in combating
climate change. They already know what's going to happen, so it
doesn't enter into their minds to do anything about it.
And
then again, if the Bible is NOT the real deal, then we are ignoring
climate change for no good reason and we are allowing our planet to
be destroyed for no other reason than that we don't think we need to
care about it.
So
the mission needs to be to find Truth. How does one go about finding
truth?
This
question REALLY raises a lot of craziness with a lot of people. How
is truth accessed?
There are a lot of lies out there, and for everything you believe there is something else that you reject. For instance, if you think the earth is fixed and does not move, you cannot believe that the earth orbits the sun. If "A" is true, then "B" is false. Finding truth, then, is the process of discriminating between Fact and Falsehood.
Again: Finding Truth is the process of discriminating between Fact and Falsehood.
How do you discriminate between Fact and Falsehood? Well, Facts jive with other Facts and there is a way to demonstrate them - either by experiment or logic. Falsehoods usually conflict with Facts and there is no way to demonstrate them. So to find Fact, you have to be able to identify and reject Falsehood.
One good analogy is a Firewall or virus protection. On a computer you usually have some kind of protection from malicious files on the Internet. Let's say you want to download a program and you get it from some kind of shady Russian site. What happens when you click on it? Something pops up saying "Uh... wait a second. Something looks wrong. This looks like a virus. Are you sure you trust this or do you want to take a step back and consider before you continue?"
We humans have the same capability. I call it the "BS Filter." Falsehoods can look false - or they can look true. Sometimes it's hard to tell. That's why we have brains - so we can figure out what's going on. It's not a good idea to take your firewall/virus protection off before accepting a file, and it's also not a good idea to turn off your "BS Filter" before accepting a belief.
But some people talk about Faith as if it is the pathway to discovering truth. What is faith if it is not the process of turning off your firewall/virus protection/BS Filter?
If you have to turn off your virus protection in order to download a program, chances are it's a virus. If you turn it off, then download and install it, and it changes the way your virus program and firewall behave... there's something pretty suspicious about that.
So:
1. Truth is important
2. Truth is the implication of facts.
3. Facts can only be identified if we can also identify Falsehood.
4. Falsehoods can only be identified if we use our BS Filter.
5. Faith means bypassing the BS Filter.
6. Bypassing the BS Filter is dangerous because you lose the ability to discriminate between Fact and Falsehood.
7. Therefore, faith is dangerous.
Does this make sense?
If a story is meant to be believed, will it not be believable?
How about if a story is meant to be believed on pain of death and torture? Should it not be believable then?
How about you? Do you find that Christianity makes it through your BS Filter? Do you think it's believable or does it require you to turn off your BS Filter?
Seems to me there can only be two options. Either Christianity is perfectly plausible to you - which is insane - or Christianity is not plausible but you accept it anyway - which is even more insane.
If you want to know why I think Christianity is not plausible, you can start with Constantine and canonical law, then look into the hundreds of pre-Jesus "Jesus stories" that make Christianity look EXACTLY like a plagiarism, then look into non-biblical evidence for Jesus, then look into the history of Judaism (starting with Moses, who was raised in Egyptian mythology), then look into the history of Yahweh (who was originally the War God of the Caananites, under Baal - and not seen as the "only God" until later in the same book), then look at the talking bushes, snakes, and donkeys... then you can consider the idea that God is unable to forgive us for being less than perfect unless we acknowledge that he sent himself to be sacrificed by himself to himself by impregnating a virgin with himself.
So does that story make it through your BS Filter, or did you turn it off in order to accept it? It's gotta be one of the two.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Morality
But I wanted to go a little deeper than that, and explain why faith is negative and also explain a much better alternative. In so doing, though, I have discovered there is so much to write that this practically warrants its own book. In this blog I'll attempt to keep it as straightforward as possible; but there's a lot going on here, so be kind.
I bring that up because this "treatise" rests upon assumptions of definitions that will surely be argued. I cannot spend an "adequate" amount of time defending these assumptions, because some do not wish to be convinced; and for this type of person nothing is "adequate." I will give what I believe is a sufficient defense.
The first assumption made is about the opposite natures of faith and reason. There are generally three approaches to this "pair": First, that faith and reason are incompatible because our reason is finite whereas faith "transcends" reason; second, that faith and reason are incompatible because faith is absurd; and third, that faith and reason are perfectly compatible because the one picks up where the other leaves off.
My first assumption (about the opposite natures of faith and reason) rests upon another assumption: the natures of knowledge, certainty, and human experience.
Knowledge, Certainty, and Human Experience
Let's begin with what is inherent. None of us can escape the human experience. This is undeniable.
Human beings experience everything through our brains. Everything we experience takes place there. When you stub your toe, the experience of pain takes place in the brain. Even when you see something happen to another person, you experience the event in your brain. Even when something mystical or spiritual happens, our brains process the experience and interpret it for us, telling us what the experience was and what it meant.
But we discover early on that our brains often deceive us. Do you remember when you were a child and you thought the earth was flat and the sky was round? Or when you discovered optical illusions? Obviously, what we experience - based on what we perceive - is not sufficient for "proof" and "knowledge," for we are liable to be deceived.
Thus, instead of trusting our faulty perceptions, we begin poking and prodding our world, trying to test our perceptions against reality. If the earth is flat and the sky is a lid - as we see it - then eventually we must be able to approach and touch the edge of the "lid." So we test the perception and find that it is not actual. That's really what we call science in a nutshell: discovering what is actual, whether or not it fits with our perceptions. If we have an idea (theory) about how something works, we understand what consequences must necessarily follow. Science tests these ideas to see if they are true or if there is something we are missing.
Another way we "poke and prod" in our process of coming to understand is through logic. Logic takes two or more actuals, and just like math, discovers what consequences must necessarily follow. For instance:
1. Smaller, less dense objects with weaker gravitational pull can orbit larger, denser objects (but not vice-versa).
2. The sun is much larger, with greater gravitational pull, than the earth.
3. Therefore, the earth may orbit the sun, but the sun may not orbit the earth.
So - what does all this tell us about the human experience, certainty, and knowledge?
First, it tells us that everything - even science - falls under the realm of human experience; even objective science that contradicts our subjective experiences is still perceived. Human experience is finite, and our understanding is thus bound to the finite.
Second, we may claim certainty on indisputable logic. IF 2 and IF 1, then 3. Period. Logic, like math, is indisputable if not flawed. But still, this is not "knowledge."
Third, what about knowledge? Certainty is hardly the same thing as knowledge; "knowledge" means we are certain of what is actual. But we do not encounter the actual; we encounter our brain's interpretation of the actual; we encounter our perceptions. IF our perceptions are accurate, then we know our valid logical conclusions are true. So - knowledge depends on our perceptions being true. We cannot claim knowledge, then, except where we prove our claims through indisputable logic.
Faith and Reason
Now that we've got that out of the way, what about faith and reason? Here again are the possibilities:
1. Faith and Reason are compatible, because Faith leaves off where Reason ends, and vice-versa.
2. Reason is inferior to Faith, because it is limited.
3. Faith is inferior to Reason, because Faith is absurd.
Well - do you remember how I said we need to define terms? We need to know exactly what we mean by faith. There are many definitions and even claims that faith transcends definition. I think most people would agree that if an idea is undefined, it is useless to discuss.
At any rate, common to all definitions of faith (that I have heard, anyway) is an idea of trust - a certainty that does not necessarily base itself in Reason but in a sort of "Appeal to Authority" argument, which is decidedly ANTI-LOGICAL (for the definition of Appeal to Authority, click here: http://www.appealtoauthority.info/ ). A claim is subject to testing if it is logical and reasonable. That's "reason-able." Faith claims are not "reason-able," and nowhere connected to Reason. So we can easily see that Faith and Reason are not compatible. And thus we can cross #1 off the list.
What about #2 - is Reason inferior to Faith? Does Faith transcend Reason? This one is simple. Both Reason and Faith, like everything else, fall under the Human Experience. Reason can be tested - that's the difference. That means Reason is more reliable - that's "rely-able"; more capable of producing certainty. Faith, then, is a claim and nothing more. Reason, on the other hand, is a claim and a proof. There is no way for Reason to be inferior!
And #3 - is faith absurd? If it is "reason-able" to trust the Authority, then faith is not absurd. But is there a way to test that the Authority is actually "rely-able"? Unless the Authority is proven to be reliable (rely-able) then the faith is baseless, yes! If the authority is not trustworthy, the trust - the faith - is absurd. Even the mystical and the "sublime" fall under the inescapable auspices of the Human Experience, and the Human Experience can be deceived!
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And so, with much uncovered, I conclude bluntly that knowledge is impossible except where logic is indisputable; that Certainty is permissible where our claims function as true, and that Faith is absurd except where the Authority is certain.
It should be no surprise that, as far back as history goes, we see religionists - God-followers - come and go, each time leaving the earth a little more scarred and hurting. This goes against the conventional "wisdom" a bit - shouldn't God-followers be peaceful and moral above all else? What's going on here?
Each group has claimed Certainty - even Knowledge - on topics they were not actually certain of. If one possesses knowledge, it becomes unnecessary for him to tolerate other ideas (if one can identify truth, he can identify lies; and if one can identify lies, shouldn't he reject them?).
The problem is, without a clear understanding of what it means to be "certain," and what it means to "know," people can and do get their perceptions mixed up with what is actual. When this happens to more than one person or group, you will have two parties rejecting each other. It doesn't take too much imagination to see that spiraling out of control into full-fledged religions, or dogmas, or parties, or gangs, who feel they are justified (even obligated) to impose "the truth" on the rest of the world, for its own good!
And of course, when they meet an equally dogmatic group, you get Crusades and Jihads.
A "need" for Certainty will lead to intellectual dishonesty (if you want answers badly enough, you'll compromise your standards for what constitutes an answer). Then, once you have your faux Certainty, you'll have an arrogant spirit about it - rejecting all other possibilities without any good reason. Then, that arrogance will lead to division and warfare. And this is where the world stands.
But if you insist on staying intellectually honest, you will quickly realize you have no knowledge at all. This will give you an open mind and a universal posture of doubt. Arrogance of belief is all but impossible if your mind is open and skeptically curious. The more people abandon their dogmas and embrace skeptical curiosity, common sense says, the better they'll get along together - discovering, thinking, prodding, exploring.
Skeptical curiosity is where technology and discovery come from, while faux Certainty blocks these things (the "Dark Ages" and Renaissance periods are excellent examples of exactly what I'm talking about).
But, Religionists will say, Intellect is only part of the equation. We also have a soul and (as Teddy Roosevelt would say) "To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society."
But is this really true? I propose that to educate a man in mind is to educate him in morals.
A Better Way
It should be no surprise that, as far back as history goes, we see religionists - God-followers - come and go, each time leaving the earth a little more scarred and hurting. This goes against the conventional "wisdom" a bit - shouldn't God-followers be peaceful and moral above all else? What's going on here?
Each group has claimed Certainty - even Knowledge - on topics they were not actually certain of. If one possesses knowledge, it becomes unnecessary for him to tolerate other ideas (if one can identify truth, he can identify lies; and if one can identify lies, shouldn't he reject them?).
The problem is, without a clear understanding of what it means to be "certain," and what it means to "know," people can and do get their perceptions mixed up with what is actual. When this happens to more than one person or group, you will have two parties rejecting each other. It doesn't take too much imagination to see that spiraling out of control into full-fledged religions, or dogmas, or parties, or gangs, who feel they are justified (even obligated) to impose "the truth" on the rest of the world, for its own good!
And of course, when they meet an equally dogmatic group, you get Crusades and Jihads.
A "need" for Certainty will lead to intellectual dishonesty (if you want answers badly enough, you'll compromise your standards for what constitutes an answer). Then, once you have your faux Certainty, you'll have an arrogant spirit about it - rejecting all other possibilities without any good reason. Then, that arrogance will lead to division and warfare. And this is where the world stands.
But if you insist on staying intellectually honest, you will quickly realize you have no knowledge at all. This will give you an open mind and a universal posture of doubt. Arrogance of belief is all but impossible if your mind is open and skeptically curious. The more people abandon their dogmas and embrace skeptical curiosity, common sense says, the better they'll get along together - discovering, thinking, prodding, exploring.
Skeptical curiosity is where technology and discovery come from, while faux Certainty blocks these things (the "Dark Ages" and Renaissance periods are excellent examples of exactly what I'm talking about).
But, Religionists will say, Intellect is only part of the equation. We also have a soul and (as Teddy Roosevelt would say) "To educate a man in mind and not in morals is to educate a menace to society."
But is this really true? I propose that to educate a man in mind is to educate him in morals.
Part Two: Energy Trips
What is an Energy Trip?
When we are born, we behave the way our DNA has ordained we should. Our motives are straightforward and simple. We care only for ourselves, and this is only natural.
We soon learn the value of lying: exaggerating to get attention, denying our crimes to avoid negative consequences, and the like. We now know two pathways to reward; still, our motives are straightforward and simple. We care only for ourselves, and this is only natural.
With language and early childhood, we begin to understand conflicting interests. Stealing a cookie, for example: we want to enjoy A (the cookie), but avoid B (a spanking). Or sharing a toy: We want to enjoy X (the company of another kid who likes your toy); we want to enjoy Y (the rewards that accompany "doing the right thing" and "sharing"); and we want to enjoy Z (playing with the toy yourself). The way we act is the result of a cost-benefit analysis - a sophisticated procedure we are mostly unaware of at the time. Our motives are no longer all straightforward or simple, though, whether or now we're aware of this to any significant degree.
We continue adding data and complexity to our motives, adding layers upon layers of conflict. In relationships, especailly, these unacknowledged conflicts begin to become evident. Behaving in a jealous way, for instance, is the interesction of love and selfishness (to put these words quite crudely for the point of illustration). It is here we find our energies "tripping on themselves." Jealousy is complex, a mixture of opposing forces; these types of collisions create turmoil and confusion on either a conscious or subconscious level. Imagine the feelings stirred when you were jealous - were these feelings not confusing?
So then, if temporary jealousy causes confusion temporarily, it is apparent that long-term jealousy would cause long-term confusion. But we humans seem to be able to tolerate bad living conditions, whether it be physically or mentally - people "get used to it." So there are people walking around confused in their subconscious minds, never realizing where their hesitations, inhibitions, cowardices, and indecisions are coming from.
It is important, as the Buddha said, to "know well what leads you forward and what holds you back."
Jealousy, of course, is not the only "energy trip." There is also angst over choosing a career; decisions can be anguishing when important. There are social energy trips and sexual energy trips, ethical energy trips and emotional energy trips. These kinks are your own.
If your energy is fighting itself, it is not moving you forward.
If we look at every thing in our lives which is causing us pain and confusion, we can eventually track down the conflicting emotions, the "energy trips," that cause the pain and confusion. This seems simple enough, but it is not easy.
Aligning our energies can be very uncomfortable. It requires self-confrontation and a brutal honesty we are usually too embarassed to live with. "Knowing thyself" requires courage, clearly-defined language, and a great whopping deal of self-acceptance.
Courage is the first step; next let's look at language.
What is the Relationship Between Language and Energy Trips?
The importance of clear language is readily apparent when you consider what happens to a conversation when a concept is equivocated, creating a conceptual/mental "energy trip." As a matter of fact, equivocation in one form or another occurs every time there is an energy trip.
What is an equivocation? It is defined as "the misleading use of a term with more than one meaning or sense (by glossing over which meaning is intended at a particular time)." It is using a concept two different ways in the same argument - for instance: "Margarine is better than nothing; nothing is better than butter; therefore, margarine is better than butter." In this example, "Nothing" has been equivocated. Think about it.
Consider, for example, the argument put forth by proponents of "factory farms." The attempted justification for the wholesale torture, imprisonment, and slaughter of these animals is that "they are animals" - that is, they are not conscious in the way human beings are conscious, that they are unable to suffer in any meaningful way. Anyone who has managed to convince himself of this is dreadfully misinformed, or - more likely - has equivocated the concepts of "consciousness" and "suffering" (a double-standard in the use of the term, as we usually view pet abuse and dogfighting as "exploitive" and "suffering").
A better illustration of conceptual energy trips is the word "know." A certainty which rarely actually exists is often imagined as a result of a misuse of this word; many people claim to know, and believe they know, things deduction is unable to tell us. They tell us that "there is definitely a cosmological First Cause" (inductive logic) or "I am certain that the Koran is God's Word" (this is not 'certainty.') When we insist that we "know" something there is no proof for, IN THE SAME WAY that we know that we "know" that 2+2=4 or that we "know" we exist, we have just "stretched" and cheapened the concept of knowledge; and we have allowed for hugely damaging heuristics! The problem is that equivocating "knowledge" can throw certainties into question and often throws uncertainties into the "fact" category.
Conceptual straightforwardness and clearly-defined language are critical to "knowing thyself." If you want to talk about things you know, for instance, you should have a singular, strict definition of what you actually mean by the word "know." The mind's understanding of the world around it can often be hampered when we limit our understanding to not what we perceive but what we DEFINE. In other words, LABELING something or someone ("oh, he is just a liberal") can take away from our ability to actually understand that person, thing, or idea. This phenomenon, in which a system/object is replaced by an oversimplified CONCEPT of the object, we will refer to as HEURISTICS.
Heuristic language hampers our understanding, not only of concepts apart from us, but also of our actual selves. It leads us to view our perceptions as actual reality and also to limit our range of perception to that which has already been defined. It draws boundaries where there are none and simplifies ideas that are not simple. It "pixellates," in other words, a world with no pixels.
If you want to "know yourself," you must understand where your identifiable self ends. It's the biggest part of knowing yourself. Using Heuristics on "yourself" will necessarily make your effort impossible, as well as lead to a very confused life!
It might be the right thing to do, but viewing the world without the heuristic language filter raises far more questions than it answers. It is important to not eliminate heuristics entirely - for this would be akin to abandoning the left brain. Our brain naturally interprets and simplifies (hence optical illusions). While you don't want pixels, you also don't want an indecipherable smear! The important thing is to examine and reject faulty heuristics, thus freeing your perception to perceive and understand the world according to your own capability rather than your dictionary.
This is also not to say definition has no value. Quite the opposite - it is to say that it is our understanding of concepts, at the Definitional level, that causes disagreements in most cases. A Capitalist's definition of Capitalism is generally an oversimplified, generalized one that does not take into account the system's flaws; a Communist's definition of Capitalism is an oversimplified, generalized one that does not take into account its benefits. If both sides held the same definition of Capitalsm, in all likelihood the disagreement would dissipate (is an idealist one that does not fully understand his idea?).
Therefore this is not a call to do away with strict defintions - just the opposite. It is a call to make them stricter!
And, at the same time, shedding the heuristic shackles on our understanding does raise more questions than it answers. It is good - not bad - to recognize our utter lack of definitive knowledge. It allows our understanding to be SUPPLEMENTED when we do not refuse alterations of our definitions. Pride and ignorance shield us from understanding; shield us from humility, clarity, and peace.
To make a long story short, the way we talk about things determines our understanding (or lack of understanding); and our lack of understanding breeds discord.
How Does Bad Language Interfere with "Knowing Thyself?"
How does heuristic language affect our ability to "Know Thyself?" It allows us to reinterpret our motive energies, our trepidations, and our qualities.
-TREPIDATIONS:
Our trepidations can easily be "heuristicized" into "good behavior." Cowardice becomes peacefulness, meekness, and piety. Hesitation becomes thoughtfulness; silence becomes golden. Nietzsche spoke about this phenomenon and named it "ressentiment." He speaks of the lowest rung of people who reinterpret morality to fit their undertrodden state:
"The slave revolt in morality begins when the ressentiment itself becomes creative and gives birth to values: the ressentiment of those beings who are prevented from a genuine reaction, that is, something active, and who compensate for that with a merely imaginary vengeance. While all noble morality grows out of a triumphant affirmation of one’s own self, slave morality from the start says “No” to what is “outside,” “other,” to “a not itself.” And this “No” is its creative act. This transformation of the glance which confers value—this necessary projection towards what is outer instead of back onto itself—that is inherent in ressentiment. In order to arise, slave morality always requires first an opposing world, a world outside itself. Psychologically speaking, it needs external stimuli in order to act at all—its action is basically reaction. ...the lambs are upset about the great predatory birds is not a strange thing, and the fact that they snatch away small lambs provides no reason for holding anything against these large birds of prey. And if the lambs say among themselves, “These predatory birds are evil, and whoever is least like a predatory bird, especially anyone who is like its opposite, a lamb— shouldn’t that animal be good?” there is nothing to find fault with in this setting up of an ideal, except for the fact that the birds of prey might look down on them with a little mockery and perhaps say to themselves, “We are not at all annoyed with these good lambs. We even love them. Nothing is tastier than a tender lamb.” To demand from strength that it does not express itself as strength, that it does not consist of a will to overpower, a will to throw down, a will to rule, a thirst for enemies and opposition and triumph, is just as unreasonable as to demand from weakness that it express itself as strength." - Nietzsche, On The Genaeology of Morality
Religion and popular morality is full of examples of this backwardness. In the Bible, Jesus speaks of the last being first and the first being last; he speaks of the meek and mild and submissive as becoming rulers in an afterlife. The underdog, in other words, is automatically the "good guy," and the good guy will win in the end by bearing the abuse.
What a powerful argument to keep the oppressors in power, while satisfying the victims!
Religious groups love to view themselves as oppressed. From terrorist Muslims in Palestine to Bible-Belt Christians in America, every idealist seems to be galvanized by the idea that he is being oppressed. This is a call to Negative Motives (inaction, destruction, or saying "no") rather than Positive Motives (creation, or saying "yes").
"I will never attend an anti-war rally; if you have a peace rally, invite me." - Mother Teresa
It's everywhere! Consider campaign ads. They are almost entirely "No-Saying." Consider the concept of righteousness - it is about "saying no" to sin. Is it any wonder that most of what we do is done for fear of not doing it? Consider American music of the 1960s compared to American music of the 2000s. Is it any wonder that modern music is lacking creativity and positivity? We are saying no and we are rejecting the Yang - instead of saying yes and embracing the Yin.
-MOTIVE ENERGIES
Similar to the "ressentiment" of our trepidations, our motive energies - in this case, the ones that cause us to do rather than not do - are often heuristicized as well.
When we do a friend a favor, or treat people kindly, is it because we want that person to feel good feelings, or is it because their good feelings will bring us good feelings of our own? Or is it because being kind makes us look good and feel appreciated?
We tend to justify our actions after the fact rather than before the fact. We tend to imagine our motives have been upright. We do not wish to be seen as "selfish," so we present ourselves to others as selfless. Then we begin to believe that "being selfish" is terrible, and soon we are presenting our selves, to ourselves, as selfless. This is ludicrous, delusional, and sick.
Better to admit that any motives you have to do ("Positive Motives") come from - who else? - your self. And will your self give a motive that does not benefit that self? Of course not! So, all our motives are "selfish." Believing you have achieved altruism, then, is a sign not of piety or generosity but of complete fantasy.
-CHARACTERISTICS
It is imperative not only to define things correctly, but to know what characteristics to ascribe to the thing itself and which characteristics come from our perception of the thing (there is a difference between accurate description and accurate definition).
Subjective descriptions arise only when there is an action; objective adjectives describe only nouns. It's true - think about it! "Hot" and "Cold," "Loud and "Soft" are obviously subjective descriptors and one would think that they apply to the object. In fact, the way many languages are constructed, they do apply to the object. But this is another example of language being misleading. You are perceiving the relative heat and volume and judging it on your own gradient. Thus it is not the thing itself that is hot or loud; in reality you are describing your act of judging the experience! You are not saying that the thing itself IS hot; you are describing your judgment. The thing is not "hot"; for, relatively speaking, a very hot rock could be very cold lava, the same as very cold water can be very hot ice. All is relative; the thing is hot to you. This might seem like it's splitting hairs, but it's important to remember that our interpretation of a thing does not constitute part of its essence; and there are serious ramifications for thinking otherwise.
Think about it. Everything we experience comes through the filter of our senses; everything we experience we interpret; and our interpretation does not constitute part of the object's essence.
Thus essence is not an illusion but an unattainable. An object may have an "essence," but ultimately that essence is unknowable. All we have is our interpretation.
Here is one very fundamental leading heuristic: that of our characteristics. A common, central argument in Christianity is that we are essentially "bad":
"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound / that saved a wretch like me"
"There is none righteous, no not one."
"The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked."
The worst subjective attribute to assign to yourself, or another person, is Good and Bad. PEOPLE are not good or bad; their actions are. Think about it- there is no person who affects you either for good or for bad who does so by simply existing. It is their actions that affect you for good or bad; in the same way a car can be used as a transport or a weapon, a person is a neutral force. Good and bad are thus subjective judgments of action, not objective attributes of an object/person.
So Why Should I Care?
Every time you hold two opposing energies or ideas simultaneously, you have an energy trip. We've seen that equivocation is an energy trip; jealousy is greed fighting with love; inhibition is desire fighting with fear. Whenever we want to do something and do not do it, it is because another energy has overcome our desire. We let these things happen; submission is a choice.
Why do we go to our jobs? Is there a real motive, or has it become a routine - an act with no real motive, like a husk without a seed? Do we instead insist on declaring a motive that is no longer actually a motive (say, to make ends meet)? When we desire to do away with a bad situation and strive for something better, but end up staying with what we have -- what energy is winning?
Nobody desires mediocrity, yet many of us end up mediocre. Why is this? Is it not because we refuse to go after our desires, and instead settle? When security fights ambition, what energy do we choose? Identifying the areas of our lives in which we are disappointed will lead us to identify the energies tripping over each other. We can then "know well what leads you forward and what holds you back," and then choose between the two. The decision is your own - only be true to yourself.
Have a Self-Meeting. List your desires - even the ones that are contrary to convention and/or the law. List the things you "know you can't have," the dreams you've abandoned, the goals you have in life. Identify your energy trips and choose between the two energies. Make a conscious decision on what you do and do not want. Then you will be able to choose your path. Becoming self-aware is the most important step of becoming enlightened about everything else - for if you do not understand yourself, how will you understand your place in the world?
Energy trips in your motive energies can be defeated by identifying them. Once you are aware of your feuding energies, you are forced to make a decision between them. "Know well what leads you forward and what holds you back." If you have defined your goals, and you know how to get there, well, "Knowing is half the battle." The hard part is "Remembering" these things while making decisions. Practice CONSCIOUS decision-making. This is exactly the goal of Zen.
Practicing Zen is difficult, especially at first but always. Eliminating Energy Trips, though, requires constant attention as we are so accustomed to the "Autopilot." Energy Trips like jealousy and hesitation can be smoothed out by simplifying our motive energies - but to simplify we must understand our motive energies; and to understand them we must pay constant attention to them.
So much of ourselves remains hidden, even from our own selves, because of covention. Shining the light of introspection on our deepest selves can be frightening and very uncomfortable, as we found out when we had our Self Meeting. We listed our desires - even the ones that are contrary to convention/law. We listed things we "know we can't have," the dreams we've abandoned, the goals we have in life.
We probably found some things that would defy society in some way, or at least things that are, for whatever reason, "out of reach." Accompanying these are "Plan B" compromises that, in the real world, you substitute for your actual desires.
Obviously there is a "Why" factor here. Perhaps you want to be a rock star but instead went into accounting because it is a more reliable way of supporting yourself. Perhaps you have homosexual urges but do not act on them because you value your social circle's opinion of you.
Analyze your compromises and the reasons for them. Choose whether to keep, modify, or eliminate your compromises based on the reasons (Maybe you could stay in accounting but also start a band --?). YOU know YOU best. Write it down.
This is liberating and empowering, but it is no good if you don't follow through. Again, practice CONSCIOUS decision-making!
Part 3: The False God
There are good types of guilt and fear:
-Guilt for breaking the "Golden Rule"
-Fear coming from existential threats; reasonable assumptions of danger
-Fear of consequences for our actions/crimes
And there are bad types of guilt and fear. These come from energy trips. Hypochondria, for example, is IRrational, i.e. works against your brain. This is an energy trip because your imagination is fighting your intellect. Bad guilt also comes from energy trips - feeling guilt for your desires is a fight between your desire for acceptance and your real desire.
This might be the hardest part of the "Program." Acknowledge - list - your guilts and fears. See if they are "good" guilts/fears or if they are Energy Trips.
There is a good way for dealing with good guilt/fear. If you are dealing with good guilt, you can make things right. Do not ignore good guilt - this is spiritually heavy and can drag you down further and further. And if you are dealing with good fear, you can practice conscious decision-making about how best to approach your fear. Basically, be honest with these things to yourself, and the answers you've buried will rise to the surface. You already have the answers you're looking for.
There is also a bad way of dealing with good guilt/fear. This is Avoidance. There are two types of Avoidances: Nihilist and Externalization.
Nihilism "helps" you avoid and ignore and "bury" your guilts/fears by convincing you your guilts and fears are invalid, that morality is a completely relative construction, that in effect you've done nothing wrong and/or have nothing to fear. Feelings happen for a reason. Don't pretend your feelings don't or shouldn't exist. Deal honestly with yourself!
Externalization happens in its most recognizable form with "transference." You've seen it before - a selfish or slutty person is the quickest to notice someone else's selfish or slutty behavior. This is defensive, Avoidist behavior.
Now - have you noticed that the tendency for Religious people is to focus on apologizing to God for their sins rather than on improving themselves? If they thought deeply about their "sin" and its source, rather than praying about it, couldn't they figure out where it was coming from and address it?
This self-knowledge, this awareness of sin, this conscience, this punisher, is God. We create this stern Master to hold us to our ideals, because if there were no Master, there would be nothing to hide from, no place to hide from ourselves. Our sins make us hide, create a God to hide from. Fear and guilt create a Judge.
When we come face to face with our "sins," feel they are insurmountable, and are frustrated by them, we become unable to face ourselves. We stop holding inner dialogue - pitting our own selves against our own selves. We may even get to the point where we hate our own reflection. This negative, self-defeating energy is so wrapped up with our identity, though, that it begins to look a lot like schizophrenia. One half of us loathes the other half - a Judge Persona versus a Selfish Self.
We cannot perpetually face this Judge persona, so we distance that Judge by externalizing it. Separating the Judge Persona from ourselves removes the unpleasantness of judging ourselves. Something, or somebody else, is doing the judging. Guilt/fear is therefore MUCH easier to deal with - our guilt and fear are personified in an EXTERNAL Judge. So our guilt and fear is no longer "inside" us, where it is unbearable to face. "God" is our Judge Persona, externalized.
Placating this imaginary, external Judge takes the place of making peace with ourselves! This is the False God.
Sacrifice takes the place of our guilt; Hell takes the place of good fear; and most importantly, making peace with "God" takes the place of making peace with ourselves; worship replaces change! It also makes any chance for real change much more difficult to attain, since our Judge is external, "He" is beyond our comprehension, and the standards are unattainable.
Look at history and you will see the pattern shows this to be true. Again and again the same story repeats itself throughout many different mythologies: A deity is born miraculously, gathers disciples, is executed to cleanse us of our sins, resurrects, and leaves. Horus, Mithra, Dionysus, Attis, and Jesus are only a few instances of this story. In all cases our faults are not fixed but forgiven; our debts are not paid but forgiven; our problems are not fixed but forgiven. Even in the most secret meetings of the world's most powerful men, at the Bohemian Groves, they cast their cares/problems on a giant wooden edifice and burn it in a ritual called the "Cremation of Care."
Cremation of Care |
Dionysus crucified |
Horus crucified |
Jesus crucified |
Have you ever considered why, in the "vicarious atonement" paradigm, God had to send the Son to earth in the form of a human and count on human beings to execute him? If the Father was sacrificing the Son, why all the extra steps in between, and why not at the hands of the "Sacrificer?"
This is the secret of the Bohemian Groves, and of Christianity, and every other morbid conspiracy that seeks to keep us spiritually powerless. God dies, again and again and again, for eternity. God exists to keep us from realizing our own power. We surrender our self-determination, our powers, our ability to become whole, to "Him" by giving "Him" the responsibility of making us whole. Then we kill "Him" again and again and again. If this is how we behave and believe, we cannot be rid of Him until we have no conscience.
Our cares, our sins, our sadness, our despairs, our guilt -- who wouldn't want to cremate them, to crucify them, to wipe them away? This is the Cremation of Care, the destruction of God, the sunset, the winter equinox. The anti-gods keep God here for you. The Judas figure, the Romans, are necessary.
We've externalized our negatives by creating God, so God could take our sins away from us. But once our negatives are aligned with our positives, we have destroyed all sin and we have destroyed the false God.
Man is anguish. God and Satan are simply energies tripping over each other. Neither one is straightforward: one is "good" but "plain;" the other is "bad" but "exotic." This is our conflict, our yin/yang, our confusion, our soul in turmoil.
God is called Mercy, but He is Guilt. We create "Him" out of our guilt and we call Him Mercy. This is a false edifice, a monument to our own self-hatred. We are slaves to this false edifice, this False God; and what we created, we created to keep ourselves in the dark. God is powerful. Break free.
How the False God is Destroyed
First, the most important thing is to practice Self-Acceptance. All of us have done things we regret, and many of us have a hard time forgiving ourselves. This is why the False God is created in the first place. If it is self-rejection that created the False God, it stands to reason that self-acceptance will help destroy the False God.
But how is it possible, once we've come face to face with our faults and sins, to come to peace with ourselves?
When trying to find purpose and peace, it can be very hard for your Judge Persona to accept the Selfish Self. After all, the Judge reasons, how can the Selfish Self find meaning and live in harmony with other Selfish Selves? Shouldn't the Self be transcended, defeated?
We must accept what human nature is. We have already seen that altruism is absurd... but what does that mean? It means that our motive energies, originated by our Selves, exist only in the Self's mind and ultimately are designed only to serve the Self. Many of us try for some reason, but obviously none of us can escape our own Selves. The Self cannot be transcended or defeated by the Self. It's obviously impossible. We are inescapably selfish (that's self-ish). Even if we tried to somehow "thwart" our selves, it would be to gain the satisfaction for our selves. It doesn't work.
So then, there is no escaping the flawed, selfish, imperfect Self. It is an indispensable element of the problem; best to accept facts and move forward rather than fight to eliminate something that can't be eliminated.
But what about generosity, peace, and all the other personal virtues that make a society function? Are we left with the LaVeyan Satanist philosophy that says simply, "do unto others as they do unto you?"
Not if we apply enlightenment to our selfishness!
Before the founding of America, a philosopher named John Stewart Mill, as well as several others such as Jeremy Bentham, proposed an ethical system they called "utilitarianism." As an ethical/moral framework there are some problems, but in explaining the origins of laws and codes of conduct it provides a great service; it is a common-sense answer to those who say morality is impossible without a God. This is not to say, of course, that there is no God; only that there need not be one in order for mankind to come up with a system of morals.
It's simple when you think about it. It is not possible to sustain an Anarchy for very long; for with no rules, the strongest and smartest can bully and tyrannize the weaker people and soon there will be a tyranny instead of an anarchy. Men can steal each other's property, rape, and kill their way to satisfaction. This might be good for the strongest ones; but even they will inevitably have to start fearing retribution. If you've beaten up your neighbor to steal his food and rape his wife, several days later you are probably fearing that your neighbor will pay you back in kind. You have trouble sleeping, wondering who will be jarring you out of your sleep to bring you your just due.
It wouldn't take that much time living in these conditions to recognize that something needs to change - would it? Even the strongest would agree to a code of laws after a while without them - they might not have the lives of tyrant monarchs, but at the same time they would not have to fear for their very lives. It is probable that most people would rather choose a life of predictable, peaceful security than a life of short-lived power, suspicion, greed, and hatred. Rational thought dictates that a code of conduct be agreed upon and followed as law.
Is this rationality somehow altruistic, or is it still selfish? Yes, it may be done for the greater good - but even to the strongest, this idea of a code of conduct is beneficial. Thus a code of conduct, or a social contract, is a selfish idea. It's just that it is a selfishness that values stability and peace over material possession and power. It is a more enlightened selfishness.
What about the Golden Rule? It doesn't take too much thought to see the selfish basis of that "Rule" with this idea of "Selfishness" in mind. "Do unto others as you would have done unto you" - inherent in the idea is the thought that your behavior will be rewarded in kind. And this is true. Angry, contentious people lead lives of anger and contention. Greedy, suspicious people reap what they sow. Loving, warm people get respect, love, and warmth. Once you realize that karma and the Law of Attraction are real and powerful, you will naturally begin to put out positive, loving energies with the very rational, selfish, expectation to get them back. Living by the Golden Rule is an even more enlightened selfishness.
The more enlightened your Selfish Self becomes, the more it will seek its rewards through karma, instead of through direct action. The more enlightened you get, the more sophisticated, eloquent, and simple your goals become. You will seek harmony and simplicity instead of recognition and grandiloquence. Simply put, being at peace and at one with nature is the most selfish thing possible, because it brings the most satisfaction possible. As the Tao says:
"Those who know do not talk.
Those who talk do not know.
Keep your mouth closed.
Guard your senses.
Temper your sharpness.
Simplify your problems.
Mask your brightness.
Be at one with the dust of the Earth.
This is primal union.
He who has achieved this state
Is unconcerned with friends and enemies,
With good and harm, with honor and disgrace.
This therefore is the highest state of man."
There is a Selfishness that manifests itself with the pursuit of great riches and the admiration of the Shallow; a Selfishness that revels in Accomplishment. Then there is a Selfishness that manifests itself in the pursuit of harmony, with "primal union," with the admiration and respect that accompany quietude and wisdom instead of advertisement. Shallow Selfishness is rewarded when the Self is proclaimed; Enlightened Selfishness is rewarded when the Self is at peace.
One might ask at this juncture, "Well, what is the point of Enlightenment? If all is objectively meaningless, what reason do you have to value this 'Enlightenment' Selfishness that cannot bring the same epicurean, hedonistic rewards that accompany Accomplishment?
And this is a fair question. Why this Harmony instead of Accomplishment? The answer is that it is not necessary or even possible for everyone to be what the Tao calls a Sage. There are different personalities, different value systems, different elements to existence. Nature is full of domination and submission, actives and passives. There is a war class among animals, and nature does not function without violence and upheaval. One path enters into the upheaval and politics of life; the other path transcends it. This too is Yin and Yang. Perhaps your personality seeks adventure; who can argue with hot blood? All that is necessary is that you understand the choice and choose your path consciously, always practicing conscious decision-making.Wisdom will help you on whatever path you walk. And even those that choose the "hot-blooded" option will be well-advised to remember that what one puts into the universe, he will get back. Malevolence is still the least effective path to satisfaction.
Dealing With the Release
An important element of "Killing the False God" is Dealing with the Release. The emotional reaction to doing this is powerful; and, handled the wrong way, can lead to intense depression and irrational fears.
One disturbing trend is something you have probably either noticed in others or yourself. Often when people are asked why they believe something or do not believe something else, they will mention an emotional reason - they want to believe in X, because it gives them hope; or, conversely, they don't want to believe in Y, because it would make them feel unhappy and empty.
"I believe that there is nothing lovelier, deeper, more sympathetic, more rational, more manly and more perfect than the Savior;...If anyone could prove to me that Christ is outside the truth, and if the truth really did exclude Christ, I should prefer to stay with Christ and not the truth." - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
People very often say they believe in God because there would be no "meaning of life" without one, that there would be "no point." But how is this different from using drugs as an escape? Belief should be attracted to what is true, not what is pleasing. If you can't accept this, you might as well believe in Santa Claus!
Still, dealing with the "death" of Santa Claus is nothing compared to dealing with the "death" of God. When you learned Santa Claus was a lie, you were probably sad that a certain magic and mystery was debunked, sad that the world became that much more mundane and un-magical. God, on the other hand, provides comfort, escape from dealing with your faults, and the very "point of existence." With God pulled out from underneath you, nothing comes between you and the cold, infinite, meaningless, unforgiving void. There is nobody forgiving your sins, no point, and ultimately no "hope." If you were to base your beliefs on what is pleasing, certainly you would believe in God!
But you don't base what you believe on what you want to believe. Think about it. You are probably unable to "re-believe" in Santa Claus. Why? Because while it's whimsical and fun to believe, you probably understand that the story is scientifically and mathematically impossible. It is not "reason-able" or "rely-able." You could try to believe in it, but if you were honest with yourself you would find it quite impossible. You might want to believe that your child is incorruptible and perfect; you might even operate as if it's true. But deep down, you will have to admit you don't actually believe it. You can fight the evidence and create an Energy Trip and bury your belief so deeply that you begin to believe it; but in so doing you've made yourself sick!
In fact, belief is not a matter of will. If you've allowed your will to sway what you think you believe, you've equivocated Belief and twisted your brain like a pretzel, creating a heavy and self-sustaining Energy Trip that is so huge it will seem earth-shattering to break it. No - "believing" is just what your mind does when presented with data. You believe in gravity and have no choice in the matter. If you've seen your child doing drugs, you won't be able to continue to believe he doesn't do drugs. You have no choice. If you see the results of a pregnancy test and the results are verified several times, you will have no healthy way to believe the opposite of the results.
So - when someone says they believe in something because it would leave them with no hope if it were not true, what they are really saying is that they are unwilling to even consider data to the contrary. That means they are unwilling to consider the results of the pregnancy test. They are saying their beliefs are unalterable and operate independently of evidence. They are deceiving themselves; they think that what they want to believe is what they actually believe. They are victims of their own lies.
But fixing this energy trip can seemingly cause more problems than it fixes! Again, with God pulled out from underneath you, nothing comes between you and the cold, infinite, meaningless, unforgiving void. There is nobody forgiving your sins, no point, and ultimately no "hope." What are you to do with this "forlornness?" The following is an excerpt from Sartre's essay, "Existentialism is a Humanism." I apply the term Existentialism here because in reality this entire philosophy is an Existentialist one; that is, one that believes that things do not have value (essence) in and of themselves, but that the values (essences) are human interpretations (as we saw with Hot and Cold, Loud and Soft, etc).
When we speak of forlornness... we mean only that God does not exist and that we have to face all the consequences of this. The existentialist is strongly opposed to a certain kind of secular ethics which would like to abolish God with the least possible expense. About 1880, some French teachers tried to set up a secular ethics which went something like this: God is a useless and costly hypothesis; we are discarding it; but, meanwhile, in order for there to be an ethics, a society, a civilization, it is essential that certain values be taken seriously and they be considered as having an a priori existence. It must be obligatory, a priori, to be honest, not to lie, not to beat your wife, to have children, etc., etc. So we're going to try a little device which will make it possible to show that values exist all the same, inscribed in a heaven of ideas, though otherwise God does not exist. In other words... nothing will be changed if God does not exist. We shall find ourselves with the same norms of honesty, progress, and humanism, and we shall have made a God an outdated hypothesis which will peacefully die off by itself.
The existentialist, on the contrary, thinks it very distressing that God does not exist, because all possibility of finding values in a heaven of ideas disappears along with Him; there can no longer be an a priori Good, since there is no infinite and perfect consciousness to think it. Nowhere is it written that the Good exists, that we must be honest, that we must not lie; because the fact is we are on a plane where there are only men. Dostoevsky [sic] said, "If God didn't exist, everything would be possible." That is the very starting point of existentialism. Indeed, everything is permissible if God does not exist, and as a result man is forlorn, because neither within him nor without does he find anything to cling to. He can't start making excuses for himself.
If existence really does precede essence, there is no explaining things away by reference to a fixed and given human nature. In other words, there is no determinism, man is free, man is freedom. On the other hand, if God does not exist, we find no values or commands to turn to which legitimize our conduct. So, in the bright realm of values, we have no excuse behind us, nor justification before us. We are alone, with no excuses.
That is the idea I shall try to convey when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet, in other respects is free; because, once thrown into the world, he is responsible for everything he does...
The existentialist does not think that man is going to help himself by finding in the world some omen by which to orient himself. Because he thinks that man will interpret the omen to suit himself. Therefore, he thinks that man, with no support and no aid, is condemned every moment to invent man.
Existentialism is nothing else than an attempt to draw all the consequences of a coherent atheistic position. It isn't trying to plunge man into despair at all. But if one calls every attitude of unbelief despair, like the Christians, then the word is not being used in its original sense. Existentialism isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn't exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing. There you've got our point of view. Not that we believe that God exists, but we think that the problem of His existence is not the issue. In this sense existentialism is optimistic, a doctrine of action, and it is plain dishonesty for Christians to make no distinction between their own despair and ours and then to call us despairing.
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We see here Sartre establishing two important points - one, that this Meaninglessness is "optimistic, a doctrine of action"; and two, that Despair over Meaninglessness is for people who still believe in Meaning. If one believes - or wants to believe - that there is a priori meaning, then Meaninglessness to him would be a doctrine of Despair. But when Meaninglessness is believed and there is no longer a desire to believe in Meaning, it is a positive thing.
How to get used to this idea? It's an important question, because most of us have trained ourselves to function on, rely on, the exact opposite. It is like learning to speak another language, or overcoming a powerful drug addiction. If we no longer believe in the crutch, it will not support us; but if we still want to believe in the crutch, we will be tempted to lean. And in so doing, we will fall flat on our faces.
First, we must rid ourselves of the desire for Meaning. The Reward of Meaning is that we can "have the answers," that we can have a road map. We don't have to create our own meaning and exercise our own power - we are comforted by "Somebody Else's" meaning and "Somebody Else's" power. We are content in our powerlessness, like a sheep with a shepherd (powerful analogy, eh?) or a baby in its mother's arms. Unfortunately, it is false. Recognizing that it is a powerful addiction that takes our power away, much like heroin, will help. Treat this artificial comfort the same way you would treat a drug, and practice Conscious Decision-Making.
Second, we must replace the False God, and Its False Security, with self-confidence and self-acceptance. This is one reason why the Self-Meeting was (is) so important. It is often said that when you give up a bad habit, you must not just give it up but replace it. You must learn to understand and appreciate yourself; those with a God have no need for this. You are free to invent and create your own everything. Invent yourself. Decide what you want to be, and make it so. Bask in your unique style, interests, and desires. There is no point to sulking over your infinite freedom. If all you have is the Moment, then seize it. The fact that the Moment will soon be gone does not mean that your action is a waste; it means that letting the Moment go unfilled is the waste.
And third, we must remember that nihilism is also Avoidance. The idea that there is no a priori reality does not mean that "anything is okay." Rational people are still compelled to behave in the most peaceful, enlightened way possible by our own Selfishness. To behave as if anything is permitted is to practice the opposite Avoidance as the Religious Person. And in many ways it is even more cowardly, because it absolves you of having to listen to your own voice and absolves you of any responsibility for your own actions. A nihilist might not care even about karma; he might despise respect and scoff at finite love. But acting in a way that does disservice to yourself is irrational - mental sickness. If you do not love yourself, nobody will. If you refuse to love yourself, go back to God or otherwise sedate yourself. Truth is not for immature cowards!
So - how to deal with the Release? Believe Truth, not Desire; and replace the False, external Judge-God with your actual Self. Become whole, meaningless, free, powerful, and creative. Replace Despair with Freedom. Make peace with Emptiness by accepting that which you cannot change.
Part Four: The Choir
The Untuned Choir
Energy Trips can involve more than two conflicting energies. We have many energies, many motives, many compartments. Coming to know yourself intimately enough to identify each energy (let alone tame/align them) must take years of discipline. Fortunately, though, the only discipline required is in living consciously - being aware of energy trips as they form and eliminating them.
The chorus of motives and energies that make up "you" is practically just that - an untrained chorus of voices, each singing their own song in their own way. Left completely alone, this is more than an energy "trip" - it is energy anarchy!
Consider a person who has not yet learned to focus any energy - i.e. a young child. They are capricious, volatile, moody. What we call "maturity" starts happening when they learn to suppress some of those energies; but the majority of the time it is unlikely that we actually control and tune them. The obvious result: we become grown children who are good at denying ourselves and burying our childlike feelings. Two wrongs do not make a right.
Solos
Some people try to use only one motive energy in living their life, bending their other energies to support it (or ignoring them altogether). Some examples of this include drug addiction and nymphomania; but the best example is "righteousness" in religion. Most religion, at least in the West, tells people they need to drown or strangle their "dark side" and become wholly pure; human beings are filled with evil and their motive energies are impure and filthy. By following God and pleasing Him in everything you do, and working hard to overcome these energies (i.e. "the flesh"), you are doing the right thing. And the other energies that are allowed to express themselves (like sexuality) are to be heavily regulated and subservient to the One Motive, the motive to please God.
Staying with the music analogy, this is like having a soloist sing an aria while her choir stands behind her sullenly, grumbling; the singer is forced to turn around from time to time to hush them up. And, of course, every now and then, one of the other singers (energies) needs its chance to come out of the woodwork and you get situations like Jerry Falwell and the prostitutes.
Not a great idea.
Melody
Melody is a much better idea than solo. It is a good idea to plot a course, compose a melody, choose a main motive energy or two; but a Melody is supported by the other voices. It does not silence them, but is complemented by them.
Harmony and Dissonance
This has already been covered, but it bears repeating within the music analogy. If everyone is singing their own tune, the choir will be chaotic, capricious.
It is not enough to decrease the volume of the singers that are off; they need to be tuned to get "on key." Likewise, it is not enough to try to silence or bury motive energies that bother you. They must be tuned to support the Melody.
For example, if you have a hobby that gets in the way of your work (or vice-versa), you've got two themes/energies competing for your time. A professional in the workplace has a hobby of making music at home; either the music can support the career (by offering amusement and decompression) or the career can support the music (the job becomes a means to an end, allowing him to have the resources to make music)... but "no man can serve two masters." Once the professional chooses which Melody to follow, the other energy needs to take on a harmonious role or else there will be conflict (an energy trip).
The Director
Most of us stand back and watch our energies squabble with one another, as an audience. Others attempt to give a deity control, while they try to silence their own voice as much as possible. Still others only care about one of the energies and let the rest lapse into chaos.
A better idea is to accept yourself as the Director of this choir, with the authority and the will to direct these energies to suit the Melody you've chosen. This is how you can know yourself and control your own life all in one.
Conclusion
As we've seen, we have the freedom and the ability to take charge of our spiritual selves (the collection of our energies). And there is nothing scary about leaving a Judge out of the equation, because there are perfectly rational reasons to behave morally. Faith is irrational and arrogant, and this leads to chaos. Doubt/Curiosity, on the other hand, is rational and humble, and this leads to improvements, discoveries, and a common quest for mankind.
And getting your "spiritual house" in order is as easy as making a rational choice, being aware of internal conflicts, and making conscious choices.
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