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Friday, December 28, 2007
Philosophy ... Spirituality ...

I was off from work today and had a chance to catch up on some reading. I was cutting through a book about the relationship between Buddhist thought and cognitive science (The Embodied Mind by Francesco Varela, Evan Thompson and Eleanor Rosch). You really have to plow your way through this book; it’s very dense with complex thought, although you can usually stay up with the authors if you go slow. However, it becomes incomprehensible whenever Buddhist doctrines are discussed. The two key Buddhist doctrines being flouted here are 1.) the falsity of “self”, and 2.) the ultimate emptiness and groundlessness of everything.

Well, that certainly covers a lot of ground (except that ‘ground’ ultimately doesn’t exist). We believe that we have stable, if slowly changing, self-identities; and that we live in a world that is “really there”. But certain Buddhists seem to think it’s all an illusion. Or mostly an illusion. Or an illusion in one sense, but not in another. Somehow, this confusion is supposed to break our egos (not unlike what a Zen koan sets out to do), and turn us into wiser, kinder and gentler beings. Once we stop grasping for fixed identities, we can then just experience things “straight up”, open-heartedly, without self-delusions.

Yea right.

The biggest problem with Buddhist thought, in my opinion, is its lack of respect for words. They don’t give much regard to the notion that “words have meaning” (which is consistent with their focus on meditative experience). So they can be sloppy with even the most important words like “truth”. Varela and company talk about “relative truths” and “ultimate truths”, but warn that neither are part of a “theory of truth”. The ultimate of ultimate truths is the emptiness of the world. And that would also include the concept of truth. If so, then truth is an empty concept; it can be whatever anyone wants (thus all truth becomes “relative truth”). That’s not what this book affirms, but its flip-flopping notions of what “truth” means would do nothing to prevent this. I suspect that criminal defense lawyers would love to convince judges and juries to adopt this book’s way of thinking.

As to throwing away our notion of “self” and the overly-inflated ego that often goes with it: I’ll be the first to acknowledge that many, if not most, people could use a good dose of humility. Ego causes a lot of trouble. But to nuke the ego and turn everyone into compassionate, compliant zombies – that scheme would work only if you absolutely guarantee 100% effectiveness. If just one person kept their ego, he or she would then become the ruler of the planet. In the real world, egos are a pretty good defense against power mongering and sales pitches and political speeches. Admittedly, the “self” and its ego are not permanent, and are not always good. In extreme instances (e.g., severe head injuries or traumas), the “self” can be terminated and replaced by a new personality. But self and ego are rough working concepts that make sense in the world such as it is.

Another rough working concept that makes sense, at least here in the West, is that “words have meaning”. Philosophers and scientists can prove that words and language could not and do not perfectly “represent” the world. Reality is always a bit more complex than our concepts. But we do need these concepts to maintain law and order, along with industry and commerce and science and education. We have to respect our words, not devalue them in favor of “enlightenment through sitting”. Hell, even in the Far East, most Buddhists these days seem more interested in making a buck than in folding their legs and slowing their breathing until the inner light of wisdom shines. And to make a buck, you have to assume that words have meaning. When China sells a batch of big-screen TV’s and then buys some US Treasury Bonds, it is not willing to accept “relative truths” about payment schedules.

I will be the first to admit that old-fashioned “objectivism” is on the ropes these days; there’s not much you can be sure of anymore. Nihilism is certainly a problem; radical jihad may well be a nihilist reaction to the failings of the Enlightenment. The USA can show the world how to to get rich (albeit with the side effect of unfair wealth distribution). But it doesn’t offer much else to believe in, other than “free elections” (which are good, but aren’t the stuff that one builds their life around). Nonetheless, I don’t think that Buddhist approaches such as “empty-minded open-heartedness” are the answer. I think that we need to press on in order to find compelling ideas and ideals that everyone can grasp and believe in.

Descartes gave us half an answer – we all know that even if nothing else exists, one thing does – we ourSELVES exist! And we know something else almost as fundamental: i.e., that we crave relationship with something else. Preferably something else having an existence much like our own, with thinking and self-consciousness. I.e., relationship with OTHER PEOPLE. Without such relationship we know that we malfunction and ultimately shut down, even if all of our physiological needs for nutrition and air and heat are met.

If our species, in its search for meaning, could lock-on to the necessity of relationship, to the sacredness of having other self-egos that our own self-ego can relate to (without dominance or force, which ultimately corrodes all relationships) — well, that would surely go a long way towards realizing a better world.

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Friday, November 9, 2007
Science ... Society ... Spirituality ...

Here are a couple of thoughts rattling around my brain at the end of another exhausting work week. If I have any thoughts at all on a Friday night, then it wasn’t really such a bad week.

First – I was reading the 150th anniversary issue of The Atlantic, which had a diverse set of essays regarding “the American idea”. Most of the authors seemed to agree that there was and is “an American ideal” generally having something to do with freedom. As to what freedom is and what it means, however, the authors start diverging rather quickly. That’s where the discussion gets interesting. However, there was little to no discussion on whether the “American formula” is reproducible. That to me is the 20 million dollar question. Is our nation’s high level of success and prosperity a function of a well-designed political and governmental system that maximizes human freedom? Or is America just a set of unique events and circumstances that came together at the right times and in the right places, and there isn’t much in terms of principle that can be profitably transplanted to other lands?

Second – I was pondering the matter of entropy in the universe. You know, the second law of thermodynamics. The classic view is that things generally start off with low entropy, which means high levels of organization and much potential for work. Kind of like how we humans are when we are young. But over time, we get more and more disorganized and our potential for getting work done declines. As such, our entropy is increasing. At first it sounds good that something increases with age (other than the number of years, months and day of our lives), but then it sounds bad in that we get frayed and weaker.

In recent years, however, there has been another view of entropy, an informational view. According to the informational view, the higher the entropy (the more mixed up a big group of things seems), the more information that can be stored in it. For instance, imagine a book full of letters that just kept repeating the alphabet, a to z and then back to a, over and over. That book would be a lot more organized, but it would hold a whole lot less info than a typical book with its seemingly jumbled-up groupings of letters.

So, maybe thermodynamics and information science say something about the human experience of aging. Something akin to “I’m older but wiser”.

Third – I just caught up a bit on the tiff going on over British philosopher Antony Flew and his abandonment in recent years of the hard-core atheistic views that defined most of his life, toward a clear but tenuous belief in “a God of sorts”. Flew’s God is not exactly the Hebrew Testament’s God of power and might, or the New Testament’s God of love and wisdom. Flew is now a “deist”, someone who believes in a remote, unemotional, uncaring God, one quite different from the Judeo-Christian portrait of God. Flew doesn’t think that this God gave us souls that will reunite with “Him or Her” at the end of time; he doesn’t believe in an after-life. However, for a philosopher who intellectually denied the existence of God for decades to turn around and accept the notion that the Universe requires something more than what science can provide to make sense of it is rather important. It at least lays an intellectual foundation beneath the more sober portraits of God that some of our church thinkers present (in their better moments; there’s still too much “snake-handleing” and fairy-tale religion in America).

So, no wonder the atheists are taking “the flight of Flew” seriously. In a recent Sunday NY Times Magazine article,one of their supporters claims that Flew’s conversion had a lot to do with his age (over 80) and a group of Christians who befriended him, perhaps in a conspiracy to brainwash the guy in his elderly vulnerability. It’s no secret that the book about his conversion was written by one of these Christians (Roy Varghese), although attributed to his authorship. If you want to take a peak at some of the arguments and the level of urgency being expressed by both sides to this controversy, take a look at the Amazon book reviews for his recent “There Is A God”. I take my hat off to all of them; these people are taking the issue very seriously. Is Flew a victim of entropic thermo-decay, or a beneficiary of entropic information growth? Is Flew’s conversion a reproducible model or just the story of one man? Ah yes, once again I’ve found a common thread (however frayed) between three diverse subjects. Pretty good for a Friday night when I’m ready to zonk out from exhaustion!

Let intellectual freedom ring.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Philosophy ... Spirituality ...

To many people, philosophy seems like a big exercise in wasting time. It looks like a little group of weird people with spacey minds having nothing better to do than to ponder the true nature of their bellybuttons. These folk are kept away from the crowds, safe and sound in their colleges and universities. There, they challenge our youth (college students) with odd questions that have some temporary usefulness as “mind strengthening” exercises. It’s kind of like weight training for a baseball or football player, as it helps young women and men to develop brains strong enough to take on modern problems like quantum computer design or asynchronous war strategy or multi-national manufacturing logistic systems. As with muscle exercise for athletes, you do just enough philosophy in college to pass your class, then you get on to the more relevant challenges.

In a way, that’s too bad. Classical philosophical issues really can be interesting and relevant to a graying, middle-aged person like myself. But other than spending your time alone with a bunch of books (which actually sounds pretty good to me these days), it’s hard for the average middle-aged person to get back in touch with philosophy. There are a handful of small “movements” out there that are trying to bring philosophy back to the people. One of those movements is called “Socrates Café”, which sets up weekly or monthly discussion sessions open to the public during the after-work hours. I’ve been to the nearest SC, and it can be interesting. But it didn’t seem like “real” philosophy to me. It was mostly a rambling discussion that usually turned into a group therapy session (with follow-up liquid therapy at the local tavern).

Not that a walk-in therapy session (at low cost) is a bad idea in these crazy times. But from what I’ve seen, philosophy really is like exercise. It’s not easy and not necessarily pleasant. You have to put time into it and work your way up through it, as your “mental muscles” strengthen. In my own current project of reading up on the issues behind human consciousness, I’ve had to build some familiarity with “philosophy of mind”, which can be difficult and frustrating at times. It’s not always light, pleasant reading. But it can lead to some interesting insights, and maybe even develop the wisdom that promotes and protects one’s mental health in a crazy world. At my age, it’s not a question of passing a class to get a degree; it’s a question of using whatever time and opportunities are left to shore up some of my failings and to make whatever I can yet out of my messy little life.

I’ve been reading a treatise lately that talks a lot about “the self”. You can’t read a book or article on consciousness without some reference to “self”, but the authors of this particular work were very interested in Buddhism and its claim that there actually is NO self. Well OK then – so just what is “the self”? We usually get just one self in life, so maybe it’s better to ask just what is MY self? One answer to that question, perhaps the easiest one, is that our bodies define our selves. Here I am, sitting right here. My body defines the way I look, the way I talk, the memories I have, my tendencies such as crankiness or anger or hunger or contentedness or friendliness. The body changes over time, but so what? We all accept that we change over time.

And yet. Deep down inside, isn’t there something that we believe stays the same about us? Isn’t there some theme to who we are, to what our lives are? Isn’t there something we could say about ourselves that would apply even when we were babies and children? Something fundamental, more than just the sum of what happens to us over time? Were we totally determined by everything around us, everything that happened to us and came through us (“you are what you eat”) over the years? Obviously our laws don’t think so. We are held responsible for what we do; we can’t get off a felony charge by saying that we had a bad childhood or a bad meal.

Actually, our laws could simply be pragmatic; they could accept that we don’t have independent selves (free will) but demand that the guilty still be punished so as to keep society from falling apart. But most people (here in the west, anyway) seem to think there’s something more to it than that.

Plato took it all the way to the other end. He said that we had souls, and that there were “forms” that defined the pure essence of everything in our world. As such, our souls are the ultimate “form” of ourselves. You can see why the Christian religion (and some of the others) liked Plato, despite having to ultimately brush him off as a Greek pagan. The Christians, and the Jews before them, said that God gives each of us a soul, and that soul is ultimately who we are – or could be. But we live as a mix of body and soul, and if we listen too much to the body, our souls get corrupted and ultimately vanquished, to Sheol or Hell or where ever. If we make the sacrifices needed to nurture the soul, even at the expense of the body, then we won’t be vanquished once our bodies fail. We might then live on in some other realm or dimension, since we previously asserted the true nature of our “self”.

And in between these two extremes, i.e. self as nothing more than the changing body and self as cosmic eternal soul, various philosophers over the years have had other thoughts. John Locke emphasized the facility of memory; we are what we remember. Memory allows us to change, yet keep some things constant over the years (so long as our brains are working right). According to Locke, if you could take two people and exchange their memories (unforeseeable in Locke’s time, not so unforeseeable today), they would in fact exchange bodies and lives. The “self” would follow the memory trail. David Hume talked about self as more of a “bundle” of things, some that change quickly (e.g. our conscious attention; our minds do wander a lot), and some that don’t change as much (memories, body structures, personality tendencies, etc.). Other philosophers in turn have pondered whether there is something else about the mind that defines us, something to do with the ethereal nature of consciousness (i.e., “SELF consciousness).

Even the most dualistic of modern philosophers (those who posit that consciousness is different than matter and physics as we now know them) are generally afraid to say that consciousness actually affects how we are and what we do. But a small handful try to get around the “epiphenomenal” problem and ponder whether a conscious being is actually different than an unconscious one, all else the same. If so, then our behavior is in fact influenced by consciousness per-se (or self-consciousness, which is conceptually more stable than the short-run consciousness we have of itches and flies buzzing and people talking in the background and what we are doing this weekend). If so, then there is something to Plato and the Judeo-Christian Platonists, even if this doesn’t prove that there is a God (or a “World of Forms” in Plato’s case) behind it all.

The Buddhists generally don’t think so. They say that the mind is a monkey, doing this and doing that without much more reason than day-to-day survival. As such, the self is an illusion. On one level of truth, we have multiple selves, selves that change every day. We are one way in the morning, another way in the afternoon, another way after good news, another way after bad. In their deep meditations, they see nothing but change. They see that the idea of an unchanging self ultimately causes more pain than comfort. It’s an empty promise that makes us nutsy, it’s really the source of all problems. The highest level of truth revealed in their sittings is that there is no self. Once a person reaches that truth, they can
then be happy in life despite pain and sickness and failures in this world. Well, that’s what I’ve read about the Buddhists, anyway.

So, is all this deep thinking (or deeper than the usual office-cooler chit-chat) worth more than the digits and pixels on the screen which you are reading it with? Can it help my life and yours? Notice that I didn’t draw any conclusions here (although admittedly I am hoping against hope that the radical consciousness-dualists somehow rally back against the pro-Buddhists and physicalists that seem to be winning the debate right now). But hey, if the exercise helps you to appreciate your own SELF – your life, your very being – if it helps you to see just how precious a gift it all is, even in a world of decay and failures — then maybe it is worth the struggle. As the fitness freaks say, “no pain, no gain”. In a “SELF-SERVICE” world, it’s a good idea!

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Monday, June 11, 2007
Spirituality ...

I’ve been pondering the theological problem of pain again; the whole question about how a loving God could let so many awful, humiliating, life-sapping things happen to those he loves. I mean, I’d really like to believe in God again, without reservation. Such belief certainly helps to fill a lot of psychological gaps; that’s no doubt why religion is so popular. But when I see so many people with idealistic dreams that go up in smoke, with good intentions come to naught, who suffer terribly for nothing they ever did, who lose their taste for living . . . . just how could it make any sense?

Perhaps it could, if there were in fact something more than our short, mostly pathetic years here on earth (reminds me of that depressing Peggy Lee song “Is That All There Is?”). The Bible and other religious literature promise that there IS something more. But they offer no real proof; just a lot of wishful thinking, when you boil it all down. It would really help to have a sign, however small and tentative, one that made some sense rationally, indicating that perhaps our lives don’t totally go to waste; that something could still be made of them somehow.

There might be one such sign. But I’m not sure yet if this notion has any scientific validity or plausibility. Some people think that our past is actually “still out there”. Somewhere in space, over light-years perhaps, every bit of information about our lives may still exist somehow. Every moment, every thought, every feeling, every impression, every sensation – perhaps it’s all recorded in some way. Recorded as little wiggles in gravity fields, mega-patterns in the web of quantum phase entanglement, faint bits of electromagnetic waves from decades of neuron activity within the brain. Yes, if this “information” does indeed exist, it is well beyond human capacity for recovery. It’s too small in magnitude, too diffuse, too jumbled up with trillions and trillions of other signals and patterns and static. And yet, if this were true, or even not necessarily false, it would make me feel better. I’d feel better knowing that my father’s life is still out there, even if hidden amidst the rubble of an energy field junkyard. And also my grandparents. And those guys from my high school class who died young.

OK, and Hitler and Stalin would thus be “alive” too. But maybe that’s a good thing. Perhaps their souls were always tortured and haunted and barren. If they somehow still exist, God (if God somehow still exists) then has the chance to do something with them. And to do something to heal the many broken and disappointed souls who found life to be unfair, painful, wasteful, insensible, unbearable (partly because of what Hitler and Stalin and their like did here on earth).

I have no idea how God actually could do something like this. (To get an idea, I’ve just bought Frank Tipler’s book “ The Physics of Immortality”, about how everyone who ever lived might be brought back to life if the Universe were to go through a “big crunch”, and an intelligent, altruistic society of beings did certain high-tech things to take advantage of it.) But even without a plan as to what to do with these “life signals” (if they do indeed exist), it would still make me feel better to know at least that the information is still out there. I will report back on this issue at some point, once I see what Mr. Tipler has to say about it.

PS, here’s a weird thought, inspired by Mr. Tipler’s boundless thinking. What if God did indeed create the universe, but died in giving it birth? What if our world does indeed have something of God’s character (helping to explain why we think of him so much), but gets nasty and unpleasant so often because it doesn’t have him around to keep things right? Oh wait – if God died in childbirth, then God definitely is a she. Or was a she.

Geez, you’d think we’d then try to make the best of what she gave herself up for.

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Monday, May 14, 2007
Art & Entertainment ... History ... Spirituality ...

Do you remember Steppenwolfe? The rock band, that is? I do. But to be honest, I wasn’t much of a fan of theirs. I didn’t like the name, didn’t like the music, didn’t like the concept; a bit too primal for me (although I guess that’s what rock is supposed to be). And I especially didn’t like the nasty looking beast with the long teeth on the cover of their albums. (Footnote — they were originally called “The Sparrows” — but who would take seriously a song from The Sparrows entitled “Born to Be Wild”?)

Well, I was reminded of Steppenwolfe the other day while reading a short article about the Vikings and their metaphysical beliefs (not the NFL team from Minnesota — their metaphysical beliefs are no doubt mostly financial in nature). The ancient Norsemen did indeed believe in an afterlife, and your status in that afterlife depended on how tough you were here on earth. That’s not too surprising. If you were a brave and valiant warrior here on earth, you’d go to the best place in heaven, a place called “Valhalla”. Notice the word within that word: Val – HALL – a. (Only the tough guys went to Valhalla; dweebs like me got put off on some ice-covered island out near the celestial Arctic Circle, something like Spitsbergen.) The Vikings literally saw heaven as a great big banquet hall. A place where the great warriors would gather with their valiant king in a continuous eating and drinking festival. There might even be some bawdy women there too. All kinds of action up there in that great hall in the sky. Sounds like a place that a wolf could appreciate.

And actually, that was part of the legend. The great legendary king of Valhalla (I forgot his name) was fond of saying that “the wolf is watching the hall”. Just because someone got to heaven doesn’t mean that their days of war are over. Not for the Vikings! A great battle between the primal forces of nature, represented by some big wolves, and the men of the hall, was yet to come, according to the Nordic mythology. And it wasn’t gonna be a little scuffle either. Men were going to get killed – once again! Dang those Vikings; even heaven for them was a place of great battles and bloody death.

That’s what the whole Steppenwolfe concept seemed to be about (to me, anyway). Thus, I was relieved the day that I was in some record aisle of some department store, and I saw the cover of Steppenwolfe’s break-up album, “Rest In Peace” It showed a gravestone saying “Steppenwolfe, 1967 – 1972”, with a little picture of that toothy wolf on it. The wolf was dead now; it wouldn’t menace us any more. (Actually, Steppenwolfe did come back together, but it wasn’t the same wolf anymore. No one took them or their albums seriously at that point.)

But if the Vikings were right, Steppenwolfe is still out there, lying in wait in the snows outside that great party hall way up in the sky. Yes, one can almost hear “Magic Carpet Ride” playing as burly warriors feast on sides of beef and mutton, brandishing huge pewter mugs of ale . . . . arg, greasy meat, sweaty guys with horned helmets, and early 1970’s rock. If there is an afterlife, I sure hope to avoid that part of it!

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Sunday, November 27, 2005
Religion ... Spirituality ...

Is there life after death? I hope so. But just what would it be like? What would be the point of it? The standard concept of Mid-Eastern / Western monotheism is that Heaven is a place of eternal reward for those who have earned it here on earth. According to some strains of Islam, Heaven is the place where each good man will find 72 black-eyed virgins awaiting him (“houris” in the Quran). Heaven is eternal sex, in other words; all of the pleasure and none of the guilt. Unfortunately, this bit of hadith (a tradition relating to the sayings or actions of The Prophet) has been getting twisted around into an argument for suicide terrorism lately.

Christians and Jews usually don’t think of Heaven as an eternal orgy (although Song of Songs in the Hebrew Bible does spice things up a bit). However, some of their concepts of the afterlife are just as immature. In a new book called A Travel Guide to Heaven, Anthony DeStefano provides a popular Catholic perspective (the book did get a bishop’s imprimatur) of what awaits the saints. DeStefano’s heaven will be a place much like earth, and the souls there will have bodies, albeit bodies that aren’t so high-maintenance (thus there won’t be much for doctors to do but play golf). Will our favorite pets be waiting there for us, all bright eyed and bushy-tailed or bushy-feathered? You bet. Heaven won’t be a timeless stillpoint of mystical contemplation; “books will be written and read, public structures will be built and utilized.” There will be banquets of pasta and red wine. Once in a blue moon you will get the thrill of meeting the Big Guy, sort of like going to a black-tie affair where the Governor will attend and you get to shake his hand. I’d bet that God the Father always wears an outstanding tux, and his hair is perfect. Probably gives a great after-dinner speech too.

To sum it up, “Heaven is dynamic. It’s bursting with excitement and action. It’s the ultimate playground, created purely for our enjoyment, by someone who knows what enjoyment means, because He invented it. It’s Disney World, Hawaii, Paris, Rome and New York all rolled up into one. And it’s forever! Heaven truly is the vacation that never ends.” In other words, you can’t go home again.

(Ironically, the World Trade Center is shown on the promotional web site for Travel Guide to Heaven, in the Rest In Peace? Not! section.)

Arg. I myself hope that George Bernard Shaw is right in his description of Heaven in Don Juan in Hell. According to Shaw, Heaven would be a rather boring place for people like Mr. DeStefano. It would be a place where time both stops and proceeds (a huge contradiction here on earth, but this is the after-life). The clocks will stop ticking in the eternal contemplation and reunification with the One, i.e. in the presence of God. But spirits in Shaw’s heaven will also participate in the temporal realm as well. They will carry out continuing work assignments in order to “help the cause of the life force”. In other words, they will stay involved with the imperfect realm from which they came, trying in unseen ways to make things better, to support truth and goodness whenever and where ever it rises from the muck. Perhaps this is what angels are truly all about.

According to legand, Don Juan was dragged down to Hell by the great statute of Ana’s father. But in a twist on fate, Hell turned out to be just like DeStefano’s Heaven (except that the man in the tux is you-know-who; but the Devil is certainly a gentleman, so one could hardly tell that he isn’t whom Mr. DeStefano would have expected). According to Shaw, Juan eventually gets bored of “the vacation that never ends” (a potential problem that DeStefano addresses by promising tours of Saturn and the Milky Way). Don Juan walks away from it all and finds his way to the real Heaven. There are no guards at the gates to either Hell or Heaven, and anyone can come and go as they please. But as you might expect of a Heaven that is both eternal contemplation and a regular desk job, traffic is light.

If Shaw’s paradigm of the afterlife is correct, then Hell is really what the old-time Catholics used to call “Purgatory”, and there is no eternal place of fire and brimstone having a red man with a forked tail holding a pitchfork. Hell is actually a place where you go to grow up, where you reach spiritual maturity, where you get beyond the “ultimate playground” of earth-like pleasures. Only when you are ready, as Don Juan finally was, do you voluntarily enter the place of true oneness with the ultimate, and then work to bring the force of life closer to that ultimate.

Hopefully, the 72 black-eyed virgins eventually get to go too.

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Sunday, April 11, 2004
Religion ... Spirituality ...

EASTER EDITION: I was browsing the magazine rack at a bookstore yesterday and glanced at the TIME Magazine cover story: Why Did Jesus Have To Die? From my thirty second scan of it, the article appeared to focus on alternate theological and historical interpretations of the Jesus story, ranging from the various Christian mythological interpretations (Jesus as Son of God) to modern “histo-critical” views (Jesus as a human being living in ancient Judea).

I guess you could say that I sympathize more these days with the scientific view of Jesus rather than the religious view (or at least the standard religious views). My first answer to the Time Magazine question would be: Jesus died because he was human, and all humans die. (If you are a really heavy-duty Christian, you might say that Jesus DIDN’T die; he rose again on the third day, body and all, and was swept up into heaven about fifty days later). My second answer would be: that’s just what the Romans did back then. As a dilettante student of the Roman Empire, I know that the Romans held on to their distant colonies through brute force. They responded to the tinyest little signs of rebellion with torture, humiliation and painful death. It was their way of keeping their subjects in line and thus maintaining their Empire.

Do I have a third answer? Well, when you zoom in on the Jesus Passover Incident of approx. 30 CE, the answers start turning into questions, sort of like ice melting into pools of water. Jesus seems to have been a pretty savvy dude. He must have known  »  continue reading …

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Friday, January 23, 2004
Personal Reflections ... Spirituality ...

I was thinking about prayer the other day. Thinking about it, but not really doing it. Prayer ain’t so easy when you’re getting up in your middle years (when you HOPE they’re your middle years). When you were a kid, you prayed because you were told to do so (well, you did it for a while, anyway). When you went to church as an adult, you did it as a group thing. And maybe you kept the habit of mentally reciting a formula prayer like the “Our Father” when you get up or go to bed or when you’re in a scary or demanding situation. But it’s usually pretty hard to really get excited about prayer. It ain’t like sex or food or money. It’s generally a rough slog, if you still practice it at all.

But I’d like to think that there’s something fundamental (maybe even “archetypal”) behind the common idea of prayer, i.e. the situation where one or more human beings uses their communication devices (speech, singing, thinking, maybe other ways) in a one-way manner toward an imagined superior force or presence. I’d like to think that prayer is more than wishful thinking. Something felt down deep, something beyond reason or passion.

If that’s the case, then maybe true prayer is more of a feeling than a set of words or thoughts. Prayer is ultimately an issue of faith, and faith likewise is much more than simple intellectual assent to the theory of a divine being. It’s even more than the wishful group thinking that seems to power most religious feelings. When you think about it, most people’s faith is rooted in the experience of being part of a group that asserts a commonly expressed belief. A group phenomenon, in other words. And that’s a good thing. But would it last if an individual were separated from the group? I truly believe that people who go out of their way to convert others to their particular kind of religious practice are very insecure about their own faith (despite their alleged concerns about the salvation of others). They need a group to support their belief in the almighty, and the bigger the group the more comfortably they can believe. To know that others disagree with their particular form of prayer, or with the whole idea of the divine, really rattles their cage.

But what I’d like to know is whether “natural prayer” is possible, i.e. something beyond “now I lay me down to sleep” and petitions to feel better and requests for answers to various problems in life. Something even beyond “hey thanks, things are going great” (a rare form of prayer for most). Or in my case, prayers of confusion. Most of my own prayers these days are questions about why things are they way they are, such a crazy mix of goodness and badness and randomness (think of the lyrics to Jackson Browne’s “Doctor My Eyes”). I’d like to think that deep down inside, somehow I’m still keeping some kind of faith despite all the things that make us lose faith. Perhaps the idea of natural prayer is summed up in a line from one of those modern liturgical hymns by David Haas. To wit: “we ache to find the song of a God, one to whom we can belong …” Perhaps prayer is more in the ache, and less in the song itself.

Well, some big religious writer said that the desire to pray is prayer in itself. So, maybe the fact that I’d like to pray, that I’m still looking for something that gets thru to the psyche like sex or booze or food but has truly lasting value, something that is more than a quick fix, means that I’m still in the prayer zone. Hey, I hope so anyway.

Otherwise … rest in peace, Captain Kangaroo. Maybe I didn’t like the corny violin intro to your show, but hey, that was just CBS for you … always the “Tiffany” network. Otherwise, Mr. Kesham provided good, reliable entertainment for a kid. And hey, back in the land of the living, it’s nice to hear that the Mars rover may be fixable. After Beagle 2 and all the other space ventures that fell prey to “loss of signal”, it’s nice to hear that we may bring one back. My prayers are with you. And with the Captain too.

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Tuesday, November 11, 2003
Spirituality ...

The Buddhists supposedly have a credo that goes as follows:

Let me respectfully remind you, life and death are of supreme importance. Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost. Each of us should strive to awaken. Awaken! Take heed. Do not squander your life.

Gee, I didn’t think that the Buddhists were in such a sweat about death. One of the things I always admired about disciples of the Buddha was their belief in reincarnation. I grew up in the Catholic faith, which like most Christian religions taught that we get only one chance at heaven. If we don’t cut the mustard in this life, there are no second chances. If the clock runs out on you with one unforgiven mortal sin on your slate, it’s off to hell with you. (As though life on earth isn’t hell enough).

For those of you who have experienced the more fundamentalist Protestant sects, it may come as a surprise to learn that the Roman Catholics are just as paranoid about the final judgment as any Calvinist. But they are. My guess is that they wish to discourage moral sloth. Rome knows from millenniums of experience that many if not most people are on the lookout for an angle. If the Church were to ease up on the moral rules a bit, someone with a sharp legal mind (or a good attorney) is surely going to misuse the system. So the Catholics keep the standards strict, so as to make sure that souls are not cast into hell because they didn’t understand the rules properly. In other words, the Pope doesn’t want to die and have St. Peter inform him that he has a class-action lawsuit pending against him on the part of the souls in hell who claim they were not properly informed.

The Buddhist doctrine in reincarnation would obviously be greatly abused by such shrewd counselors of moral law. The soul looking to justify live a life full of sinful power and pleasure without worry of eternal consequences would obviously say, what the heck, I’ll have my greedy pleasures in this life and get around to making up for it in some future go-round. Eventually I’ll get to heaven. No eternal flames to worry about, I’ll get as many chances as I want.

(Sidenote: George Bernard Shaw had an interesting take on the afterlife in Man and Superman / Don Juan In Hell. According to Shaw, Hell is a place where you can do whatever you like and have all the powers and sensual pleasures that you please, non-stop. There are no flames, no suffering, no rules, no curfews, and no one stopping you from leaving. Don Juan obviously winds up there, but after a while starts to get sick of it. In the end he walks away, looking for the real heaven. In other words, even a rogue like Don Juan can eventually find spiritual maturity and moral integrity.)

Personally, I like the reincarnation view. Most peoples’ lives just don’t seem long enough and rich enough to set them on the path to eternal wisdom. This world just doesn’t seem like a good place to realize a sense of true fulfillment. After a frustrating day at work, I often console myself by thinking, “maybe in another life …”

But once in a blue moon you do meet someone who seems close to the ultimate truth and who seems endowed with the power to achieve things that are humane, intelligent and truly worthwhile. (And of course you often run across those who are far from it; anyone who drives regularly in northern New Jersey will experience several of those souls on any given day). So it does seem as though people come into the world with varying amounts of pre-fixed spiritual wisdom, unspoken wisdom that guides the course and conduct of their life. That idea obviously is a totally subjective notion on my part; I couldn’t imagine any way to scientifically test it.

So it surprises me to find that Buddhists chant a prayer at their services that encourages them to worry about time running out. You’d think that they would instead cite the phrase that confirmed Arnold’s pop idol status: “I’ll Be Back”. Just imagine someone on his or her death bed after a life that went to waste, a total loser, didn’t accomplish anything significant, all their dreams and visions went up in smoke, everything was a crash and burn … and with their last breath and a defiant look in their eye … you get the picture. Didn’t Jesus of Nazareth say something like this? And in a way, wasn’t he right? (I don’t believe in the physical resurrection, of course, but through the history and spiritual longings of his successors, the life of Jesus of Nazareth continued and is still going strong).

Of course, many Buddhists would add another word to this line: “Unfortunately”. The Tibetian Book of the Dead is a set of prayers to be said on the death of someone, begging that the departed soul not come back but instead find its way to Nirvana. If it does come back, the Book prays in the alternative that the soul’s next earthly incarnation be the final run. The Buddhists supposedly don’t believe in God, but then again why would they sing out prayerful petitions upon the death of a loved one if they didn’t think that some transcendent entity was listening?

I guess I still don’t understand the Buddhists. Perhaps that’s as it should be. The Buddhists, for all their human faults, are a people close to mystery. And mystery obviously wouldn’t be mystery if it were understood.

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Sunday, November 17, 2002
Religion ... Spirituality ...

About ten years ago, I got interested in monasticism — you know, monks and monasteries. At the time I was still trying to be part of a mainstream Christian congregation, but I didn’t really feel at home in it. So I took a look at monasticism. The monastery seemed like a place I could relate to — lots of quiet and solitude. I thought it was a radically introverted kind of religion. Being a radically introverted kind of person, I felt drawn to it.

Up to that time, I didn’t know much at all about monks. But one day by chance I read an excerpt from Frank Lentricchia’s biography, “The Edge of Night”. Mr. Lentricchia is a middle-aged scholar at Duke University (the NY Times called him “the Dirty Harry of contemporary literary theory” — if you can imagine that). As far as religion goes, he is a dedicated agnostic and wants nothing to do with the Catholicism of his youth. However, he was drawn to visit a Trappist monastery in South Carolina after a colleague mentioned it. After that visit, he still didn’t want to go back to the Church. But he did go back to the monastery again, as it hit a nerve in him. His article likewise hit a nerve in me. So I got some books by Thomas Merton, which hit some more nerves in me. Both Merton and Lentricchia were cynical, worldly literary scholars who didn’t see much point in everyday religion. Unlike Lentricchia, Merton found the Trappists earlier in his life and took the bait. Merton spend the balance of his life at the Gethsemani Abbey south of Louisville. However, because of his restlessness and brilliance, he still had a world-class literary career. Merton died in 1968 during a visit to Thailand, far from his hermit’s cabin in Kentucky.

Inspired by all of this, I set out on a monastic journey. I tried to get close to it. But it turned out to be something that I just couldn’t get my arms around. I bought a bunch of books written about monks and by monks, about their history, about their current doings (or non-doings, in the case of prayerful hermits), and about their rule — the Rule of Saint Benedict. And I started visiting monasteries. Over the next 5 years, I made about 10 retreats at a variety of monasteries along the East Coast. I also started attending some of the prayer services at a local Benedictine monastery (attached to a Catholic high school). I was indeed looking for a home, as Merton had found. If that didn’t work out, I’d at least like to find a place to go, as Lentricchia had found in South Carolina.

After five years, it was pretty clear that I just wasn’t going to find such a place, neither a home nor a home away from home. I tried to reach out to the monks at the places I visited, but the conversations never caught on. For whatever reason, I just didn’t seem to fit into the roles that seem to interest the monks. One role would be a potential postulant, someone that wants to join up. Obviously, there aren’t many people who want to live celibate lives inside a monastery these days, so if the monasteries are going to avoid dying off, they need to take seriously everyone who might have such a calling. But I was trying to sniff out the vibes before I would lead anyone on. And the vibes just weren’t what I had hoped they would be.

One problem was St. Benedict’s Rule itself. Hey, I could see giving up sexuality and even property ownership in return for a communal life engaged in spiritual growth. But I couldn’t see tying myself to a Rule written in the Dark Ages that called for strict obedience to an abbot and allowed physical beatings as methods of discipline. The monks of today defend their rule quite vigorously, citing its staying power. And they do indeed interpret it so as to avoid its harshest provisions. But I never felt comfortable with their gloss-overs.

During my visits, I also avoided posturing myself as a devout Catholic (actually, Episcopalian — I was in my Episcopalian phase, and in fact two of the ten monasteries I visited were Episcopal — the others of course were Catholic). I tried to be honest — I’m just a sojourner, a guy looking for something deeper. I don’t know why, but it generally made the people that I talked to uncomfortable. I really didn’t want to make them uncomfortable, but I did. I got the same thing when I went to a quasi-monastery run by the Quakers (Pendle Hill outside of Philadelphia). The Quakers are by design quite a bit different that the Episcopalians and Catholics, but they still seem to demand some sign of institutional loyalty.

I guess that was my problem with these places — they were very institutional, at bottom. You knew you were in a Roman Catholic establishment, or an Episcopal establishment, or a Quaker establishment. I was looking for something a little more on the edge. Hey, not that I have anything against establishments. I’m sure not trying to overthrow any of them. But I just thought there was a little more room to push the envelope. And there wasn’t. Maybe I got there too late. Maybe back in the 60’s, people were pushing the envelope all over the place. By the 90’s, I guess that people weren’t.

If you read Robert Pirsig’s second book, Lila (Pirsig of course was famous for Zen and Motorcycle Maintenance), you know that he spends a lot of words explaining the difference between dynamic quality and static quality. He doesn’t condemn static quality, but pretty clearly he likes dynamic quality better — it’s where the action is. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find much dynamic quality in the monasteries that I visited.

You might ask, well, what did I expect? Those places are inherently stodgy. Yes, that certainly seems to be true, but once upon a time it wasn’t. Monasticism started out as a protest against a Christian church that was becoming too stodgy and established. Merton certainly thought it could still be a place where social change was fomented (Merton got involved with the racial justice and anti-Vietnam war movements back in the 60s). There are still some monks today who write books and give talks about social and religious change.

But I just couldn’t find any traces of such sentiment. For now, I have some financial commitments that preclude any monastery visits (you do have to pay for your lodgings, and of course your expenses in getting there — it’s like any other vacation trip). But at some point, I hope to return to some of the places I visited, e.g., Weston Priory in Vermont and Genesee Abbey outside of Rochester, NY, and try out some new places. I won’t be looking for a home next time around. But a few days out in the woods, attending beautiful prayer services and taking long walks, gazing at the stars before attending the pre-dawn vigils, could still do me some good.

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