Since reading Fenhopp's most recent inspired post about California's Prop. 8, and specifically about what seems to be a divide that's drawn especially deeply between generations, I've been thinking about one of Jesus' more enigmatic teachings (Luke 14:26): "If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple."
That's one of those verses that you don't hear sermons built around very often. My interpretation involves a somewhat subtle understanding--Monica might even call it midrashic--of the word "hate." As I picture the disciples and followers listening to Jesus say these words I cannot imagine that he was speaking about a kind of verbal test that must be passed: "Do you hate your mother?" Ans: "Yes." Ans: "Then you can be my disciple."
Rather, I think there must be something about hating one's family (indeed one's own life) that is a kind of symptom of the psychological state that would lead one to be with/like Jesus.
If this teaching is understood in the context of social Justice, it might lead us to imagine Jesus as having an understanding of Justice that transcends the historical moment: perhaps it's not that Justice itself changes; but our ability to see it, and to keep track of it, may come and go as we mature and then grow old.
My latest objection to my parents' way of life has to do with food: they want to eat mashed potatoes and steak like it's still 1961 and I want to eat Thai food and steamed broccoli and raw almonds and pomegranates like it's 2012. I wouldn't say this leads me to "hate" them, but it might put me on the path.
But: if we truly believe that there is a "seasonal-ness" to our ability to understand Justice, we might recognize that we are less entitled to the feeling of moral righteousness. I know that my grandparents were explicitly racist. Maybe by learning to "hate their parents," my parents largely rejected that ideology... but it was as much a product of the wheel in the sky (keeps on turnin'!) as it was of their deep sense of virtue. It's our turn now, and maybe equal rights for homosexual people is "at bat." The question is, is it possible to avoid becoming like our parents, who became like their parents? What is our blind spot? How is it possible that we will not be able to hear the voice of our children when it tells us, finally with passion, that we have been wrong? How can we "wise up" to avoid the generational trap?
Jesus has an answer: "If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple."
Did you catch that?--even his own life! For now, though, have a happy Christmas.
That's true, but that example sort of dates West in my view. It's not his fault. He must be getting up onto 70 -- but the dialectic is already bouncing in another direction. In any case, he's gotta be one of the most entertaining old men alive. It was good to see and feel Charlotte's young and wise out for a night of intellectual stimulation.
As the tide shifts, so do I...
"I am a skeptic... Global Warming has become a new religion." - Nobel Prize winner for Physics, Ivar Giaever.
“Since I am no longer affiliated with any organization nor receiving any funding, I can speak quite frankly….As a scientist I remain skeptical.” - Atmospheric Scientist Dr. Joanne Simpson
[Warming fears are the] “worst scientific scandal in the history…When people come to know what the truth is, they will feel deceived by science and scientists.” - UN IPCC Japanese Scientist Dr. Kiminori Itoh, an award-winning PhD environmental physical chemist
See my earlier post calling for a Scientific Reformation -- seems my wish is being granted.
Now that there is a growing (international) body of scientists who are dissenting against the view that global warming is an immanent, man-made threat, I want to make two points:
1. I'm happy to hear it. That was getting reeeeeee-diculous.
2. I hope now more than ever that people will understand the grandeur of Nature, and that they will work to keep it clean and renewable and in balance. Fear is never as good a motivator as love.
For a long time, I've been a closet-environmentalist: "closet" because I didn't want to be associated with the current majority view that holds that we're all going to drown in a sea of melting ice in ten years if we don't elect Al Gore international president of Nature. But as much as anyone I know, I love hiking in the woods, swimming in Lake Michigan, or the ocean, riding my bike through the fields of Indiana, and so on (I almost got carried away there). I hope that someday young kids'll go confidently to the edge of the Wabash or the Catawba river and drink from their cupped hands for refreshment.
Environmentalist policies are expensive, and some concessions to GDP will probably have to be made -- but I hope we continue purusing these policies even if the age of maybe-we're-not-all-gonna-die is upon us.
The modern defense of small government, which is the defense of capitalism, begins with an almost simultaneous discovery in three different countries by Carl Menger, Leon Walras, and William Stanley Jevons (all between 1870-73). Their breakthrough involved a recognition of the fact that the value of a good or service depends entirely on utility (see below). At the time, this stood in contradiction (most obviously) to Marx's conception of value, which was labor-based.
The labor theory held that hours of labor were what invested an object with value. But followers of Marx were daunted by a theoretical objection called the "paradox of value," which pointed (for example) to the problem of stumbling upon a raw diamond, which was not the product of any labor hours, on the side of a mountain. Despite the fact that no labor went into producing the diamond, it's value was far greater than the value of (say) a dissertation, which may have taken 1200+ labor hours.
To answer, the "marginalists" presented an interesting scenario (I'm making this up, but it's along the lines of what they'd describe): Man A is stumbling through a desert, lost, about to die of thirst, when he stumbles upon Man B. Both men are wearing tattered clothing, and both are miles from an oasis. Man A is wearing a 3-carat diamond ring, but has nothing else. Man B has no ring, but has a full bottle of water. Despite the typical market values of the diamond and the glass of water, in this situation the water is clearly more valuable -- consequently, Man B will not trade his water for the diamond. So while Marx defined value as a combination between what he called "use-value" and "labor-value," the marginalists redefined utility (which is subjective) as the sole source of value.
Marginal utility refined these imaginary scenarios with difficult equations, but the crux of the matter involves a recognition that value is not inherent, but subjective. For those defending laissez-faire style government, the importance of understanding subjective value theory cannot be understated. In the layest of lay-terms, this discovery in economics might be understood as corresponding to a Nietzschean style revolution in ethical values: what were taken for hundreds of years previously to be unchanging and eternal (objective) values were reassessed in Nietzsche's proto-postmodernist worldview as being entirely constructed and therefore changeable (the timing of Nietzsche/Menger is not, I think, a coincidence). For a more theoretical description of all of this, libertarians would typically recommend Ludwig Von Mises' giant 1949 treatise, Human Action. The entire book is available for free (Austrians like Mises tend to oppose the notion of "intellectual property," incidentally), and I strongly recommend the introduction, which is easy to read and includes no mathematics.
The reason all of this (and trust me, this is a SHORT, short version) is so important is when we arrive at the practical questions of government. If individual people are understood to value goods and services differently, then the question of "distribution" becomes very complicated. To highlight the differences in the two (big & small gov't) approaches, imagine the extremes: on the one hand, laissez-faire free trade; on the other, soviet-style communism. In the market, prices function as indicators -- sort of like pressure valves. If there is great demand and low production of a certain good, the price will increase until (theoretically) some enthusiastic soul decides he can produce that good and turn a profit that he finds, subjectively, worthwhile... distribution problem solved. On the other hand, the czar has no direct indicators that works like the price system. He is faced with all sorts of questions: how many dolls should we produce for our children? How much oil should we produce? How many of our fields should be used for farming (and which foods?), how many should be used for factories (of what kind?), etc. Not to mention what qualities should our products (say, public education) have? Inevitably the sheer volume overwhelms the czar. For more on prices as necessary data, click here.
Of course, what we have in reality is a mixed-bag -- some government control, some intervention. Most importantly, we do have prices, and, at least in America, nobody is talking about turning away from the market altogether... isn't that good enough? This is the problem we're faced with today. The short defense of small government in a case like the auto industry in our mixed-economy situation is that intervention makes economic decision more uncertain: should you buy a Ford? The question "Do you think the government will bailout Ford again in two years?" is more difficult to answer than "What is Ford's financial situation?"
The two key concepts here are "spontaneous order" (see Hayek) and "creative destruction" (see Schumpeter). The capitalists look at an economic situation like Detroit and see a bloated, corrupt, broken industry. Just as the archetypal gothic inbred families of 18th century English novels were becoming outmoded and superceded, the auto industry (say the capitalists) should be allowed to fail. "Creative Destruction" is simply the process of letting the market do what it does... the procedure for an insolvent business is simply bankruptcy (Note: concerning the 3 million jobs lost: capitalists will point out that the rate of unemployment has been more or less stable in this country for a hundred years. People lose jobs, and new jobs are created, if only because there is a flood of cheap labor on the market in the aftermath. Hundreds of large corporations have failed in American history, and yet unemployment hovers around 5%. The "special objection" seems to stem from the sheer size of an industry like Detroit's, but if it's true that the bigger-they-are-they-harder-they-fall, should we just "get it over with," or let it get even bigger? Once you enter the "bailout" game you can't stop.).
For "spontaneous order," compare an unregulated phenomena like the internet or book publishing to a heavily-government-ordered organization like the (legendary) Post Office--or the DMV, or AMWAY, or your local health center, or public education. The idea that we can simply "incentivize" new industries is based on a kind of deceptive shuffling of the deck. The odd thing is that it IS actually possible to incentivize new industries, but it is always less efficient. A quick story to make my point (from a paper I wrote on Roger Williams, America's first Libertarian, sort of):
The fur trade was not at all alone in its becoming a target of the church. Although the higher-ups saw themselves as trying to assist merchants in spiritual protection, the fact is that these interventions were economic disasters waiting to happen. One of the most interesting examples was the “maximum wage” controversy of the 1630s. Because labor in the New World was extremely scarce, workers could demand very high wages and expect to find compensation. The conservative Gov. Winthrop, however, was not willing to let economics run its course; perhaps he was trying to artificially keep capital in the hands of the few. In any case, he complained in 1633 that, “the scarcity of workmen had caused them to raise their wages to an excessive rate” (qtd. in Rothbard 254). Here again we are confronted with that odd phrase: excessive rates. How was the governor able to recognize these rates as “excessive?” What would have been “just” rates? However he determined the proper cost of labor, Gov. Winthrop imposed a maximum wage control in Massachusetts and, just as raising minimum wage inevitably causes unemployment, setting maximum wage always leads to labor shortages. In addition to trying to fix wage rates, the confused Massachusetts oligarchy tried to respond by also fixing the cost of consumer goods – mostly notably corn, which was the “major monetary medium of the North” (Rothbard 256). Bernard Bailyn summarizes the debacle nicely: “still insisting on the theory of universally equitable wage- and price-levels,” the General Court was despairing of its own regulations (33). By 1635, the theocracy gave up the inefficient and largely unenforceable price and wage-fixing, but undertook a new and equally ineffective measure:
…under the cloak of a desire to ‘combat monopolizing,’ the Massachusetts government created a legal monopoly of nine men—one from each of the existing towns—for purchasing any goods from incoming ships. This import monopoly was to board all the ships before anyone else, decide on the prices it would pay, and then buy the goods and limit itself to resale at a fixed five percent profit. (Rothbard 257)In his discussion of the import monopoly, Bernard Bailyn focuses on the impossibility of enforcement, arguing that it would have been unrealistic to hope that the merchants would only sell to these nine buyers when others were willing to buy and perhaps even pay more (34). It must be understood that all of this – hypocritically or not – was part of the more general ideology that suggested that officials could “use the State’s means to make men worship rightly” (Garrett 191). We are likely, in retrospect, to assume that the officials were playing at market for their own gain, using the rhetoric of insistence on religious piety as their cover. But the powerful question formulated by Roger Williams was not “is there a just price,” but “by whom are these admonitions to be given” (Bloudy Tenent 33). In short, who is qualified to know the just price or the just wage in every situation?
Yes, "Maximum Wage." And: see how the state becomes the dispenser not only of goods and services, but also of "spiritual" and ethical values? The notion of the "Just Price" is fun to explore -- developed by Aquinas, it was the Catholic church's "check" on injustice in economics for almost 500 years... The point is just what I tried to explain at the end: the problem of "big government" is always the same: who is qualified to know, and how will they know? Seems John Winthrop was unqualified. Certainly not Henry Paulson. Can we trust Lawrence Summers? Who's the new auto-czar going to be? Will he know better than the Japanese auto-market what cars to make in 2010? What should the minimum wage be, and does it matter that raising it will cause unemployment?
Two points to conclude: a small-government attitude is fundamentally suspicious of utopian discourse, based on the assumptions that resources are limited, and values are subjective (no single policy could answer to everyone's values...). Secondly, everything I've presented here is an amateurish representation of a truly enormous body of literature that simply cannot be "done justice" in a blog post. To get a basic education in libertarian economics would require reading Menger, Von Mises, Schumpeter, Freidman, F.A. Hayek (nobel prize winner), and Murray Rothbard (not to mention a deep knowledge of American and soviet economics in the 20th century). I genuinely don't say this to establish a kind of "You're-too-uneducated-to-question-this/this-is-best-left-to-experts-view" tone, but only out of a genuinely felt sense of ethical obligation to the economists I've studied. To conclude:
It is important to remember that government interference always means either violent action or the threat of such action. The funds that a government spends for whatever purposes are levied by taxation. And taxes are paid because the taxpayers are afraid of offering resistance to the tax gatherers. They know that any disobedience or resistance is hopeless. As long as this is the state of affairs, the government is able to collect the money that it wants to spend. Government is in the last resort the employment of armed men, of policemen, gendarmes, soldiers, prison guards, and hangmen. The essential feature of government is the enforcement of its decrees by beating, killing, and imprisoning. Those who are asking for more government interference are asking ultimately for more compulsion and less freedom. --from Ludwig Von Mises' Human ActionP.S. -- anyone interested enough to read my 20-page paper on Roger Williams, morality, freedom, and economics is welcome to... we'll arrange that via email.
One of the worst ways government has influenced people would have to be in Germany during World War II. Through blaming their economic problems on the Jews and by public humimaltion, The nazi government put millions of Jews in concentration camps, and killed millions of them because of hate. Which all started though the government. That the Jews were the problem, when they were not. That kind of influence is bad and should not be totalitrated by the people.
With another (blogless) friend I've been talking about an old favorite of mine, Ayn Rand's The Fountainhead. This friend (age 30) just read it for the first time, and thought (as I did at age 20) that it was the best novel he'd ever read. This friend was so excited that he sent me a message declaring, "I remember you told me to read that book ten years ago -- I don't know what I was thinking waiting so long! I'll read anything you recommend starting now."
I have a mixed reaction about this: part of me remembers how much I enjoyed Rand's books when I was 20-years old. Another part of me remembers how I "escaped" (Rand is notorious for having cultish followers): I trusted Rand's artistic sensibility. I read some of her non-fiction, in which she panned a number of authors and praised a few. The few included Nietzsche, Victor Hugo, Dostoevsky, Hawthorne (sort of), as well as musicians like Rachmaninoff and painters like Dali (again, sort of). At the time, I was looking to read other stuff, but I didn't want to waste my time on the bad stuff.
What I found, of course, were all of the books that I've come to love. Indeed, I suppose I could be accused of never having escaped Rand's influence. In any case, although I remember the thrill of reading her books for the first time at age 20, I never read any of her work twice, and I'm not sure I want to keep recommending it to my friend. Maybe he would like Hugo? Maybe.
Back to my first friend: he said in a recent message that he can't be sure what kinds of literature will appeal to me -- "only you know (that)," he explained. Probably. But why should this be so? Why can't we prescribe "next books" effectively, by combining our knowledge of literature with our knowledge of a person?
This has been a long way of saying, "Hmmm...." I was trying to follow up on a promise in an earlier post concerning what I called "Vulnerability." That's forthcoming, and very much related to this failed post.
I doubt anyone'll take the trouble to do this, but I enjoyed this podcast so much myself that I feel an obligation to the woman who delivered it -- her name is Tara Brach, and the Podcast is one of my favorites, Zencast. Her lecture is titled "Learning to Listen Deeply," and it is a crystal-clear enunciation of what I've come to believe about life, ethics, divinity, etc. You can get the lecture through iTunes, or click here to get it from the interweb. The lecture takes 50 minutes.
I know the guided meditation at the end will be "a little much" for some, but you listen to what you can listen to, I guess.
[The split] would also result in two competing provinces on the same soil, each claiming the mantle of historical Anglican Christianity.Seems like kind of a dusty mantle whichever way you split it, to me...
[UPDATE] -- At the center of the controversy about how the Anglican Church will be constituted is the current Archbishop of Canterbury, Rowan Williams. He's an impressive figure ( PC, DD, DCL, FBA) who seems to hold a number of intriguing positions on the "use" of orthodoxy. Check out his wikipedia page if you're interested. By far the coolest thing you'll discover there is that Rowan Williams just published (Baylor University Press, 2008) a book titled, Dostoevsky: Language, Faith, and Fiction. I can hardly believe nobody has written a book with that title before -- so obvious! You can read the first few pages thanks to Amazon's "Look Inside" function. Check it out. Williams starts with an examination of one of Dostoevsky's most famous (-ly perplexing) statements: "if someone were to prove to me that Christ was outside the truth, and it was really the case that the truth lay outside Christ, then I should choose to stay with Christ rather than with the truth."
The Gospels quite correctly establish as the highest law of morality, "Love your neighbour as yourselves." But why should I do so since by the order of nature I feel pain and pleasure only in myself, not in my neighbour? The answer is not found in the Bible but in the Veda, in the great formula That art Thou which gives in three words the combined sum of metaphysics and morals. You shall love your neighbour because you are your neighbour [quoted in Kripal 2002, 30-33] (my italics added, for irony).How's that for interconnecteness?
...Because the difficulty of talking about mystical experiences is that if you claim to have had the experience, listeners who have not had a mystical experience will hear pridefulness in your words -- they will ask themselves: "Who is he to tell me how to get enlightened?" On the other hand, if you pretend not to have had a mystical experience for the sake of ethos (because psychosis is a more common diagnosis than "prophet," and it's much easier to dismiss) you are vulnerable to the charge of being no more informed than anyone "on the outside looking in." Furthermore, it seems bizarre that you would need to rely on fiction to lead a horse to the Tr-th. It's also possible that you think you've had a mystical experience, but you really haven't. Finally, in speaking about mystical experiences, you run the risk of assuming that almost nobody else has had the mystical experience, when it is very possible that almost everyone has. If, for example, most people have relatively-calm mystical/transformative experiences during puberty but you, for whatever reason, do not have your experience until your late 20s, you may mistakenly believe that no one else has had the experience you have had simply because none of your 20-something friends are having mystical experiences.
Here are three different tellings of a mystical experience:
Here's the first:
But it so happened, that those boats, without seeing Pip, suddenly spying whales close to them on one side, turned, and gave chase; and Stubb's boat was now so far away, and he and all his crew so intent upon his fish, that Pip's ringed horizon began to expand around him miserably. By the merest chance the ship itself at last rescued him; but from that hour the little negro went about the deck an idiot; such, at least, they said he was. The sea had jeeringly kept his finite body up, but drowned the infinite of his soul. Not drowned entirely, though. Rather carried down alive to wondrous depths, where strange shapes of the unwarped primal world glided to and fro before his passive eyes; and the miser-merman, Wisdom, revealed his hoarded heaps; and among the joyous, heartless, ever-juvenile eternities, Pip saw the multitudinous, God-omnipresent, coral insects, that out of the firmament of waters heaved the colossal orbs. He saw God's foot upon the treadle of the loom, and spoke it; and therefore his shipmates called him mad. So man's insanity is heaven's sense; and wandering from all mortal reason, man comes at last to that celestial thought, which, to reason, is absurd and frantic; and weal or woe, feels then uncompromised, indifferent as his God. (from Moby-Dick, chapter 93)Here's the second:
I am imagining the outlines of an interesting story, or a novel: It would be a first person narrator, and I would name him after myself, and his childhood would be somewhere between middle-class and spoiled, like my own. It would be about the arrival of a mysterious religious teacher around the time the narrator is 23 or 24-years old – so I would tell about how “I” left home for graduate school in another state at age 23, and lived alone in an unimpressive apartment – about how I took to studying old literatures quite seriously – about how I at first grew fat, then discovered self-regulation – and about how, around that time, a man (probably, tho’ perhaps a woman) appeared on the fringes of my life: perhaps he was a professor at school, or a bum who sat across the street from the bookstore, then later (when he was forced to move for construction), across the street from the new Business and Economics building.And here is the third:
The teacher would move closer to the first person narrator – though he would always remain indirectly influential. His teachings would be elusive at best, or altogether impersonal, but his lesson would come into focus over the course of many months and years. Eventually, the student, the “I” of the novel, would discover the most ancient of all holy and universal thoughts – he would discover the thought that passes all understanding. Guided, purposely or unintentionally by his marginal teacher, he would first begin renouncing the world. He would take no pleasure in objects. He would have difficulty at parties because he would begin to have difficulty with interpersonal communication. The speaker would then enter into a phase where his academic interest became intertwined with a loosely spiritual practice. He would detach further. Eventually he would awake one morning, unable to understand the words “I” and “you” for a relatively fleeting, but psychologically momentous, period of time. All distinction would cease. His dormant Buddha-nature (or whatever) would be awakened, and he would see the Oneness of all things, as all mystics in all centuries and cultures have seen it. He would feel that in that grand moment of Mind, in that moment that exploded all previous experience, he was faced with a choice -- that he must do violence to either himself or to others. And he would recall, later, only that he chose precisely neither, that (instead) on the third of three sleepless nights he lay on his back, next to his fiancee refusing to obey the seeming command to do violence to himself or to her. It would occur to him less than a week after that frightening night that he had chosen correctly (!) -- that he had refused the choice, and in doing so, had essentially proven himself capable of that highest of high thoughts: "Not my will, but thy will, be done."
When I was in graduate school I started reading a bunch of semi-spiritual autobiographies because I did not find myself moved by what I perceived to be the inherent nihilism of contemporary theory and literature. I don't know how to account for it -- I had been exercising regularly, though eating rather unhealthy, and had recently taken to smoking pot, and had met the woman I would marry -- in any case, though I cannot speculate about the causes, I started feeling less and less "sure of myself." One day at bowling-league an older colleague suggested I look into Kundalini Yoga after I talked to him about meditation and Eastern religion for a couple hours. He burned me a CD and I started doing the Yoga. I should note that after one full-session of the yoga, I had a dream depicting a narrow, low-raised walkway that wove itself between two giant anacondas -- I recognized immediately that although they might eat me (in the dream), they would not kill me. Two weeks later, I finished a chapter of my dissertation related to Race, identity, and Justice (on Harriet Jacobs' autobiographical narrative). The night I finished that, I went over to a friend's house and ate incredible amounts of sugar and carbs (perhaps inducing a pre-diabetic hallucination?), smoked a lot of pot, and quite literally lost my mind -- this part is tough to describe. I felt as though I had taken on all identities available to me: "I'm black. I'm white. I'm gay. I'm straight. I'm American. I'm un-American. I'm a murderer. I'm a pacifist., etc...." -- the whole time fighting myself to keep from proclaiming these things to my friends. No matter what I tried that night, my brain would not stop going -- 100 mph. Finally I turned ghost white and shut up, and worried that I had accidentally killed my brother by breaking some metaphysical law of being.So... which is more comfortable for readers? Which will elicit the "vibrating iron-string" response? Which sounds most authentic, most believable? Does it matter if you know the author? If you were present for part(s) of the author's story? Is it possible to be in Pip's presence as he drowns, alone, his "ringed horizon" expanding around him?
The next week is a blur -- paranoid thoughts, drawings of strange things like eclipses, fragments of poetry that seem, in retrospect, lunatic-ramblings, photoshopped self-portraits of photographs that misshaped my head into the shape of a questionmark, very little food, no pot, and so on. Then the three sleepless nights, accompanied by three "foodless" days (an unwillful fast, driven by a complete lack of appetite unlike anything I've experienced before). Then a night at the bowling alley with friends (who I believed at the time to be avatars of some of my dead relatives), a moment of public insanity, an unforgettable glance at the stars behind the lights in the parking lot while waiting for my fiancee to come get me... Not sleeping that night, then "waking" in the morning to find that the words "I" and "You" were unsettlingly unfamiliar, utterly confusing, and unintelligible... then discovering that the fact that I couldn't understand "I" and "You" freaked my fiancee out, then wanting her not to be freaked out, because it was freaking me out, then begging my fiancee to use the pronoun "We" so that I could understand what she wanted. Then driving home (as scheduled in advance) to Michigan the next morning, dinner with my family (who I believed were spirits playfully switching bodies throughout the dinner to see if I could recognize them in different forms), a confession to the family that I had been smoking pot, a few other confessions, then finally the greatest night of sleep in my life. Waking to find myself hazy, though completely without physical stress... my limbs loose, my conscience clean as a baby's, my future seeming bright -- and with a whole lot of explaining to do.
I'm still going to do all of my promised follow-ups, but I'm adding a new one to the list: objections to claims of mysticism... because I don't want to leave my readers with the impression that I unhesitatingly believe these psychotic episodes in the lives of others to be trustworthy sources of tr-th.
1. Carry on my Wayward Son, KansasIt feels good to unbottle this secret -- usually I just pretend I'm not that into music. But I can think of few things that allow me to see the Dharma like the second half of Manfred Mann's "Blinded by the Light": I mean consider this is a lyric: "Mama always told me not to look into the eyes of the SUuuuuuuuuun... but Mamaaaaa... that's where the fun issssssss!" Check it out:
2. Blinded by the Light (long version), Manfred Mann
3. Wheel in the Sky, Journey
4. Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This), The Eurythmics
5. Lady, Styx
6. Sweet Child O' Mine, Guns N' Roses
7. Fat Bottomed Girls, Queen
8. Lonesome Loser, Little River Band
9. Peace of Mind, Boston
10. Nothin' But a Good Time, Poison
That's so true. What Jesus probably-didn't say is so true (Gospel of Thomas, #70):
If you bring forth what is within you, what you bring forth will save you. If you do not bring forth what is within you, what you do not bring forth will destroy you.
In my experience, which may turn out to be important, there are two types of people: 1) people who don't believe (GROUP 1) in the interconnectedness of all thoughts and things, and 2) people who...
...well, there's where it gets interesting. You'd expect the second possibility to be, simply, "people who do believe in the interconnectedness of all thoughts and things." But I think that's not precisely true. Instead, the second group should be described as the group of "people who have experienced (GROUP 2) the interconnectedness of all thoughts and things." [NOTE: most self-described religious people actually belong in GROUP 1.2, a variation on GROUP 1, because although they say they believe in interconnectedness, they have no experience of interconnectedness.]
Now this subtle distinction -- the distinction between belief and experience -- leads to some difficult problems of communication. Definitions and terms that GROUP 2 use are very problematic to GROUP 1. So... two groups, both faced with the following testimony (Benjamin Blood, qtd. in William James' Varieties):
"Into this pervading genius," writes one of them, "we pass, forgetting and forgotten, and thenceforth each is all, in God. There is no higher, no deeper, no other, than the life in which we are founded. 'The One remains, the many change and pass;' and each and every one of us is the One that remains.... This is the ultimatum.... As sure as being--whence is all our care--so sure is content, beyond duplexity, antithesis, or trouble, where I have triumphed in a solitude that God is not above."As William James says of the excerpt, "This has the genuine religious mystic ring!" Faced with such a description, we turn to the reactions of the two groups I described above: GROUP 2 responds, "Yes!--it is true. I have experienced that!" And although GROUP 2 might go on to contest some of the language, they will recognize the experience as essentially identical to their own. On the other hand, GROUP 1 rejects the testimony altogether: "Well you may have imagined that, but I was here the whole time, and separation has always been." They may rationalize the description of the experience away, saying things like, "Wouldn't I have felt it if all was One?" -- or more likely, they will focus on the language: "I don't believe in God," or "What do you mean by God (or above, or duplexity, or trouble, etc.)?"
Furthermore, because, as Emily Dickinson suggests in "Much Madness is Divinest Sense,"
'Tis the Majority...because even GROUP 1 will admit that what Dickinson says is so obviously true (that definitions of madness are slippery), the language of the experience, rather than the experience itself, becomes the point of contest.
In this, as all, prevail
Assent - and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a Chain -
In his 2008 essay "Mysticism and madness: Different aspects of the same human experience?," Charles P. Heriot Maitland suggests that "mystical and psychotic experiences involve not one, but two moments: the core experience, and then the inference" (315). In other words, the experience itself precedes language and culture, but it must be framed, or interpreted, in language and culture. The consequence is that GROUP 2, upon experiencing the "altered state of consciousness" must either keep the experience a secret (which seems unlikely, given the overwhelming inversion of all previously held metaphysical assumptions) or frame it in terms of acceptable (to GROUP 1!) language and culture. One key example of the problem: atheists and Christians don't agree on much, but they certainly agree that anyone who says "I am G-d!" needs either "to be see a therapist" or to be institutionalized entirely.
Heriot Maitland goes on to argue that organized interpretive structures (like religion) may actually give the person experiencing the anamolous event something to fall back on -- indeed, it may prevent them from becoming psychotic. "To put it simply," Maitland says, "in mysticism, Oneness is good; in psychosis, Oneness is bad." Or as Joseph Campbell put it, "The schizophrenic is drowning in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight." As Campbell would know as well as anyone, the experience of Oneness transcends culture and language, and is not (even) bound to religious practice.
My own metaphor would sound like this: the language describing the mystical experience is like the brand name of a down-jacket owned by the hermit living alone in the Canadian wilderness. It is the down that's important to him, not the status associated with the brand. And if one after another came to interview him asking him to discuss the comfort he derives from the high status associated with the brand-name of his jacket, he would be... either amused or frustrated.
The mystical experience is not a concept, and therefore it cannot be understood. It is precisely like a sneeze or an orgasm. If an ascetic and truly abstinent monk who had never experienced orgasm came to you asking what you mean by "orgasm," what could you say? How do you explain harmony to someone born deaf? How do explain the color red to a person who has never seen it?
Because they are "minorities," blind people do not suppose that all testimonies of "redness" indicate "madness." Deaf people do not ignore the testimony of "musical-ness," and non-orgasmic people do not go around ignoring all testimonies of "orgasm-ness." In fact, if you remember that awesome scene in the movie Mask, some blind people are even quite curious about the color red, however unable those around them have been to explain it.
But GROUP 1 generally remain uncurious about mystical experiences -- preferring instead to either assume psychosis in GROUP 2 or to ignore the testimony of the mystics altogether. I imagine it is because they are in a majority.
In Heriot-Maitland's article, he suggests: "The point is that schizotypal personality is actually useful, and to enjoy its benefts, we unfortunately must suffer its most extreme consequences from time to time." And he points to a chart borrowed from P.A. Garety that places "Bio-psycho-social vulnerability" at the starting point for the positive symptoms of psychosis. Vulnerability precedes the psychotic/mystical experience. Vulnerability*.
I won't say I'm a card-carrying member of GROUP 2 -- indeed, what purpose could that serve? I will say that my best guess is that everyone starts in GROUP 1, and only by the process of conversion (or transformation, or psychological reconstitution, etc.) does one enter GROUP 2. And of course: entering GROUP 2 may not necessarily be a good thing... one risks psychosis entering GROUP 2, especially if they are without the safety-net of pre-structured interpretive systems like religion in the aftermath of the conversion.
The point, for me, is this: conversion is the thing. In 1823, Sir Francis Palgrave wrote an article declaring,
In considering the actions of the mind, it should never be forgotten, that its affections pass into each other like the tints of the rainbow: though we can easily distinguish them when they have assumed a decided colour, yet we can never determine where each hue begins…. Madness is almost undefinable. Right reason and insanity are merely the extreme terms of a series of mental action, which need not be very long.Herman Melville, scribbling in the margin of his volume of Shakespeare, dropped the "almost" and wrote: "Madness is undefinable." I think that's true, and in my experience, it's been worth the risk.
In this Ted Talk, Wade Davis talks about an indigenous people who live somewhere near (in?) Columbia... he says,
Their training for the priesthood is rather extraordinary. Young acolytes are taken away from their families at the ages of 3 and 4, sequestered in a shadowy world of darkness in stone huts at the base of glaciers for 18 years... for this entire time they are "enculturated" into the values of their society... and at the end of this amazing initiation, one day they're suddenly taken out, and for the first time in their lives at the age of 18, they see a sunrise. And in that crystal moment of awareness of the first light, as the sun begins to bathe the slopes of this stunningly beautiful landscape, suddenly everything they have learned in the abstract is affirmed in stunning glory. And the priest steps back and says, "You see -- it's really as I've told you. It is that beautiful."That must really be something.
* Look for my follow up post, "How to become vulnerable."
(That's right: MacBeth is still my most-embarrasing "Never-read-it." What's yours?)