"The Happy Life: The Search for Contentment in the Modern World" by David Malouf
Let me go out on a limb and say that the greatest source of unhappiness – that is, of the lack of happiness – in the contemporary world – or at least in the Australian corner of the contemporary world – is . . . wait for it . . . the long-term variable-rate home mortgage. Maybe that’s being a little unfair to the purveyors of home-loan products. Let’s say it’s not just mortgages, but the long-term debt-servitude which mortgages impose on a hefty proportion of the population. Hm, maybe “debt-servitude” is a bit strong. How about indebtedness in general? Or how about indebtedness combined with the whole increasingly unstable all-pervasive nature of contemporary work? Frankly, isn’t it just insane to think that people are going to be anything other than frazzled and on the defensive in a world in which the permanent revolutionising of economic life makes given forms of work ever more piecemeal, short-term, part-time, round-the-clock, and, possibly within a couple of years, obsolete – and in which people are simultaneously saddled with decades of debt? Add to that what you might call the systematic technical complexity of the world and you have a recipe for a situation in which Phillip Larkin’s boldly miserable counsel can seem like plain old-fashioned good sense:
Man hands on misery to man
It deepens like a coastal shelf
Get out as quickly as you can
And don’t have any kids yourself
By technical complexity I mean two things; of course there’s technology in the sense of high-tech equipment, the all but self-spawning new-generations of mobile phones, the unthinkably sophisticated white-goods, the fun and useful devices that can tell you your vital statistics from a distance of 100m. But there’s also technology in the sense of abstract rule-governed mechanisms – the latter including for instance the bureaucracy that exists (supposedly) to make rational decisions about social life based on informed deliberation, as well as the order-giving networks and techniques and procedures that regulate life as it goes on in streets and shopping centres, in schools and hospitals, between organisations great and small, locally, nationally and right the way across the globe. Here’s the thought: if the myriad individual devices were all there were to living in a technically complex world – if it weren’t for the All-Encompassing Technical Systems – then human life in the age of global high-tech civilisation would be a breeze. It would simply be a matter of deciding whether the disadvantages of using any or all of the gadgetry outweighed the positives. If it did, then you could abstain from using the stuff – you could choose not to buy the latest iPad, or mood-enhancing hair-care products, you could stay off-line, etc etc. On the other hand, if your cost-benefit calculation came out pretty evenly, you could use all the stuff, or some of it, and just take the risk of being annoyed, over-stimulated, and, probably, over-indebted.
Of course the upside to living in a systematically technified world is not difficult to see. The multiplication of choice and convenience that the gadgets and the systems make possible is obvious to anyone. And in any case, a systematically technically complex world is in many ways a matter of plain necessity: mass societies made up of lots of different sorts of human beings doing lots of different sorts of things simply wouldn’t function on the basis of the straightforward unspoken personal/interpersonal regularities that tended to govern the life of self-contained villages and towns such as they existed until quite recently in the past. If you doubt that that’s the case – think about trying to organise a tax system with liabilities calculated precisely according to income across an entire national territory, or indeed try organising national flood relief, without a bureaucratic apparatus and a swag of complex technical systems in place.
And yet, and yet. If the blessings of Technified Existence are something that are waved before our noses virtually every minute of the day, the downside is something we know in our bones. Consider the big, rapid-fire changes technology makes continually to the conditions of everyday material existence – who doubts that they’re disorienting, even when there’s a palpable sense of excitement in the air? Consider the little-remarked process going on in the realm of knowledge: I’m thinking of the relegation of non-technical, non-technifiable bodies of understanding-and-experience to the status of second-rate superstitious marginalia – from sensitivity towards art to sensitivity towards the rhythms and needs of the human body. Consider the more or less acute sense of powerlessness that every one of us experiences every single day as we’re confronted with the fact that a once accessible, humanly comprehensible corner of our lives has become the preserve of experts whose help we now depend on to perform the most necessary tasks. Or consider the fact that, in dealing with the scattered agencies of a complex social world, we’re confronted with the whole woeful tendency of our frazzled fellow citizens to invoke the naked authority of the Great Nothing in the Machine: yes, once again, THE COMPUTER SAYS NO, and, let’s face it, in day-to-day life, no matter how tech-savvy we are, The Computer, The System, The Agent of Mechanised Necessity – that is, The Computer in the broad sense – does say no to us, time and time and time again. Faced with it all, the choice is seemingly ours – to ruthlessly accentuate the positives, to be mortified or annoyed, or to swallow hard and battle on. But to decouple ourselves in a truly satisfactory way in pursuit of the ideal of peaceable self-containment seems practically impossible; in a lot of instances it would be palpably insane. Grim resignation often looks like the only realistic stance, and increasingly it seems to require heroism. Happiness in the sense of general equanimity, settled contentment, has fled from the world.
So we have a rough answer to the question how it is that happiness eludes most of us even now that the historical sources of misery – disease, back-breaking labour, food shortages – have largely been dealt with, at least in our corner of the global village. It’s a pity David Malouf doesn’t have an answer of his own to give us in QE41 – at least not one that addresses itself directly to the contemporary world and the extraordinary phenomena of misery that often seem to dominate it.
Part of the problem lies with the title and the subtitle of the piece: “The Happy Life: The Search for Contentment in the Modern World”. It’s simply misleading, and I suspect it wasn’t the author’s own choice. Malouf himself is much more interested in what you might call ideal images of happiness, particularly those deriving from the ancient and the early modern world, rather than the world of contemporary modernity – which is what I’m guessing unsuspecting readers will take him to be talking about. And the position from which he wants to meditate on happiness is not in amongst the mind-bending jumble of today’s world, but from his own version of Montaigne’s secluded “little back-shop” where we can be “all our own, entirely free”. In fact, the little back-shop is the place where he wants to gently encourage us to seek out happiness of our own.
However the main problem lies less with QE41’s title than with its overall argument.
Malouf gets himself into trouble early on by making a categorical distinction between happiness, which he says belongs to “our personal interior” realm, and liberty, which is supposedly a social virtue. (Life, to add the third of the rights Jefferson’s American Constitution calls inalienable, belongs for Malouf in a third category, that of Nature.) But dividing life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness between three separate existential domains in the way Malouf does generates a pseudo-problem. Modern happiness, insofar as it has been shaped by the American model and by the Enlightenment notion of rational social existence, starts to seem questionable because it looks like it has to involve legislating for an ineffable state of personal being. . .
After teasing out what Jefferson means by the “pursuit of happiness” Malouf goes on two long excursions. The search for contentment in modernity is determined negatively, we learn, by an inner restlessness and positively by the pursuit of bodily pleasure. Restlessness is something like a primordial given of the human condition, and technology on this picture, far from being just a modern fetish, is the trans-historical outward expression of our rollicking human-all-too-human discontent with ourselves and the wider world. On the one side, the modern human being – to use Malouf’s preferred metaphors – complicates his original Promethean condition (in Plato’s Protagoras man is the creature whose natural endowment seems to involve inventively transforming nature itself) by forming a Faustian compact with the machine in order to satisfy his material wants ever more completely. On the other side, he discovers new, or really not so new, modes of pleasure: as the medieval Christian consciousness of sin recedes, carnal appetite comes to be seen, in roughly classical Graeco-Roman terms, as more than just a source of temptation; the art of Rembrandt and Rubens creates its own monuments to the world-historical moment - not to the terrors but to the joys of the flesh, and to the nuances of interpersonal feeling that the joys of the flesh light up.
At the end of this circuitous path, QE41 gives us a peak at “how we live now” – and not a minute too late. Some of what for Malouf are the deeper sources of contemporary human disquiet are turned up at last. The world has grown so big! (In grown-up terms: While human consciousness for most of history hardly extended beyond the distances we could see or walk, it now extends to the ends of the earth.) Yet the world has also grown so small! (Grown-up version: the extension of our consciousness, and our powers, now confronts us with a definite image of planetary life as a limited – decidedly fragile – totality within a much vaster, and indifferent-seeming, universe.) All in all, the big-small out-of-shape world has developed proportions that fail to square with our existence as embodied beings with limited powers of sensory perception and movement.
The problem here is not exactly that Malouf is wrong about any of this; his problem is giving a sense of depth to the homespun wisdom his observations suggest - without it, unfortunately, the observations dissipate into the kind of intellectual haze familiar to us from 1001 newspaper opinion pieces. And without some more details, the observations also seem decidedly gainsayable. Yes, most of us have trouble giving specific meaning to the macroscopic and microscopic worlds that four centuries of unlimited scientific discovery have opened out (though the fans of sci-fi and Steven Spielberg aren’t completely lost for directions here). But, as Malouf himself pretty much says – where the world exceeds the body’s grasp, there the mind and the imagination – concepts and the intuitive rush of feeling – can more than make good our sense of unease – which, of course, was the case long before science and technology put distant galaxies and microscopic creepy-crawlies within the range of sensory experience. (Isn’t it what the human spirit has been up to throughout human history – allowing us to get a metaphorical grip, where a physical one eluded us?)
Then there’s the brain, and . . . genes - oh, and The Economy: more indefinite sources of disquiet. All three worry Malouf because what we’re learning about them suggests they have a will of their own; they play havoc with our conventional notion of ourselves as autonomous agents. The Economy in particular Malouf thinks functions in the mental universe of today roughly the way Fate did in mental universe of the ancients.
Papering his main insights together on the very last page of the essay, Malouf tells us:
For all the scope, both of time and space, that contemporary forms of knowledge have made available to us, what we can fully comprehend – that is, have direct sensory experience of – remains small; and only with what we have fully comprehended and feel at home in do we feel safe.
What is human is what we can keep track of. In terms of space this means what is within sight, what is local and close; within reach, within touch.
What most alarms us in our contemporary world, what unsettles and scares us, is the extent to which the forces that shape our lives are no longer personal – they know nothing of us; and to the extent that we know nothing of them – cannot put a faced to them, cannot find in them anything we recognise as human – we cannot deal with them. We feel like small, powerless creatures in the coils of an invisible monster, vast but insubstantial, that cannot be grasped or wrestled with.
The last bit is fair enough, maybe. It seems to pick out one feature of technology-driven globalising mass society, viz its impersonality, and render it in slightly damp plaster-cast prose. But if you ask me, what immediately precedes that – the idea that what is truly human is what we can touch and see - is simple-minded rustic empiricism: it suggests nothing so much as the muckiness of small-is-beautiful nostalgia. Malouf’s sense that the mind has autonomous powers of reason, speculation, image-making and story-telling that are there to complement the activities of the body seems to have deserted him at this point. And that’s not all that gets left out of the picture. If the rejection of the Christian vision of the body as a source of sin is one of the early modern world’s happier innovations, does it remain an unambiguous one? The body, the life of the nature which we ourselves are, is something that is subject today to a truly miserable range of constraints and pressures whose origins lie far from the ascetic ideals of Christianity: in being liberated for the experience of pleasure, bodies are increasingly treated as mechanical instruments; primed and polished, they become the target of vast commercial campaigns of improvement that seem to leave a lot of people feeling insecure within their own skins in an equally radical, though culturally quite different, sense to the Christian one. The early modern world might, up to a point, make it possible for human beings to experience bodily joy, but the technological civilisation that modernity eventually gives rise to also makes the human body tendentially irrelevant, as more and more work, and more and more social life in general, is conducted without the need for human beings’ physical presence.
Building up to the topic “the way we live now” by surveying some of the key historical moments in the pursuit of happiness from pre-modernity and early modernity might seem like a good idea. But Malouf’s conclusions are inconclusive. There are some ritualised worries about all those medical advances not having cured us of our deeper discontent, and some equally conventional muttering about the bad news delivered to us daily by the media about the health of the planet. But then strangely we’re back with Leonardo da Vinci’s Vitruvian image of man, which suggests to Malouf the classical Graeco-Roman notion of proportion and measure, then, lastly, with Alexander Solzhenitsyn’s Shukhov – the man who has another 3500 days to spend in a Soviet gulag and who, by the end of Solzhenitsyn’s novel, is able to rest content with a fruitful day’s scrounging and scheming. By an irony that strikes me as rather gruesome, and not entirely willed, Malouf offers up Shukhov as a sort of paradigmatic happy man of modernity. The lesson seems to be that Shukov has discovered a secret that many of us never hit upon – that true happiness is only attainable within limits – in moderation, or, again, in a – kind of – classic proportion.- And that’s pretty much where the deepest problem with QE41 lies. Malouf’s essay continually falls away from the question of happiness in its radical contemporary form in favour of a rather ill-focussed search for the sources of happiness, or the lack of it, in the worlds of literature, art and history. What Malouf manages to uncover in passing in Plato’s Protagoras, in Ovid, Montaigne, Rubens, Rembrandt, Vitruvian Man, etc. has an interest, and a sensitivity, of its own, but a lot of the time it’s simply irrelevant to the question it feels like his editors set him. The problem is that there’s a strict limit – for instance - to the explanatory value of suggesting that The Economy functions like Fate or that Technology is a sign of a primal, a Promethean, human restlessness. The analogies drawn from the art and thought of the past to illustrate those two generic points are all right as they go, but QE41 fails to really pin them down or follow them through. And that makes it decidedly light-on as a piece of analysis or reflection.
All in all, QE41 has a bit of a leaf through the lengthy catalogue of modern misery we keep on adding to at one end and failing to shorten at the other. It demonstrates a low-key awareness that the way the catalogue is filling out so rapidly at the front has something to do with our inability to stop scratching the technological itch, with the super-size free-market economies we’ve created, with all the associated complexity and impersonality and formal rationality, and with the sense that the world presents itself to us as a scatter of piecemeal problems to be solved: Malouf knows our faith that the world is improvable by such gimcrack problem-solving means has itself become problematic. Yet when push comes to shove he’s unwilling or unable to really look into the heart of darkness – for that’s where his swag of images from aesthetic life don’t fit him out with the necessary equipment.
The problem QE41 sets for itself is happiness and the problem Malouf founders on in the end is the key one. The ideal of happiness he is pleading for – the singular life within “our personal interior realm”, a place like Montaigne’s private back-shop where we can settle down and meditate philosophically - is itself something of an antique. The very way he sets up the ideal seems to require ignoring that any contemporary version of Montaigne’s little back shop would by definition already be systematically interconnected – from the inside of the technically primed physical body at its centre all the way outward – to a degree that would’ve been inconceivable to Montaigne – as indeed would the quasi-technical philosophy that the heirs of Montaigne would be sitting down to read should they have set themselves the task of meditating on philosophy as it is mass-produced under contemporary social conditions.
In the end there’s something deeply unchallenging about Malouf’s vision – something as unchallenging as all those Sunday broadsheet pieces about how busy the modern world is, and how insensitive we’ve all become to the beauties of contemplation, stillness, peace and silence. Don’t the authors of all this stuff notice the insistence with which people are exhorted to seek out, and do actually seek out, exactly the thing they’re said to be incapable of? Malouf is roughly in the same boat: gesturing towards an ideal that is already an unsatisfactory, unsatisfying fragment of the real. As for endowing our Shukov-like struggles within the encampment of the planetary economy with a resigned sense of classical proportion – well, in the sketchy form QE41 presents it, the ideal comes across as a bit of a cop-out: it just raises the question why we should settle for anything less than understanding how we got to this dark place where we’re equally the prisoners and the camp-guards and the camp itself. If we understood how we got here, maybe making a break for the gates wouldn’t seem so crazy. Indeed, why should the illuminati of humankind really be happy with anything less?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Pseuds Corner No 13
. . . an occasional column devoted to meaningless, self-important, euphemistic, contorted and plain weird prose from throughout the media-sphere. Send you favourite examples to pseuds' HQ: pseudsaustralia@yahoo.com.au [Ed]
Writing the second novel is supposed to be hard, because you write into expectation. . . This, now, is the matter most at hand for me. And if in some ways that deadens the passion, it certainly invigorates the experience -- the vividness of it all. Because it is located more in the work, the voyage, the journey (insert your own platitude), and less in the ethereal destination of arrival, success, ego, fame, some killer whale of need (insert your own platypus).
Sisyphus (sisyphus, platypus, tomayto, tomato) springs to mind. What would Sisyphus have done if he'd ever got that rock to the top? How would he have felt? Don't we need the struggle, even if we struggle with it? - So in this way, every novel is a first novel. All the uncertainty, even if they're different uncertainties. All the investment. But mostly, the same shackling to the fundamental experience the novel takes place in: your life. (John Bauer, "Another first novel")
In the case of classical music, record companies and entrepreneurs appeal to our hedonistic responses when they decide to package all Mahler's slow movements in one box set - that's over 150 minutes of contemplation, melancholia and metaphysical yearning with proportional profit margins to match. But, far away from the profit dollar, what we are contemplating here is the texture of time. Mahler, through his seemingly immobile phrases, elongated compositional lines and heady climaxes, teaches us that our thoughts and ideas can be short or long, that there is no right or wrong to slow versus fast. (Xenia Hanusiak compares the slow food movement to the slow movement of Mahler's Fifth Symphony, The Age 25/01/2011)
The gospel references don't intrude with a reverberant or religiose rhetoric, but Steele often gives chapter and verse at the start of a poem, as if a religious vision were the gnomic precondition of this swirling erudite talk that has been made artifactual and poetic without losing the implication of a moral dimension. . .
It's a sense of the fated journey that makes the book moving for all the bric-a'-brac of its referencing and erudite innuendoes and inflections. There's a beautiful sombre line in a poem that is among other things a tribute to the high and hairy language of the Irish: "The road to Heaven is well enough signed,/ but it's badly lit at night." Yes, we know not the day nor the hour, though this book of poems is luminous with the sense of a mortality costing not less than everything and the light that darkness is configured by. (Peter Craven reviews Peter Steele's The Gossip and the Wine, The Age)
"We're seeing younger consumers and younger members of society re-evaluate their role within wealth creation in often very, very social ways. That lies at the heart of "betapreneurialism"; your reason for doing something isn't necessarily just about making yourself wealthier. There is an implicit consideration of those who are part of that journey with you. . . Baby boomers were all about self; self-pleasing, self-actualisation, and finding value in self. What you now see when you look at a younger generation is people who are re-evaluating the reasons why you do something. And I think there is less of an inclination to think that it's really about fiscal generation; it's about value generation." (Chris Sanderson, "guru trend-spotter", in conversation with Michael Short in The Zone)
"Sustainability at the University of Melbourne is evolving beyond an operational focus to a philosophy underpinning all that we do. . . The University has a long-term commitment to reducing the environmental impact of our operations, while developing opportunities for students and staff to be informed and empowered as advocates for a more sustainable world. . . The growing importance of 'Education for Sustainability' is reflected in our graduate attributes, enabling graduates to become 'active global citizens' and to 'be advocates for improving the sustainability of the environment'." (Chris White in conversation with Shane Cahill about the myriad ways in which a philosophy of sustainability is being practised in the operations of the University of Melbourne's Property and Campus Services, The Melbourne (University) Voice, March, 2011)
Vintage Pseuds
Many areas in the arts still need financial stabilisation. Others need consolidation and some need growth. A redefinition of the Australia Council's "Key Organisations" should be undertaken. At present the category is too large and indistinct, with a massive variance occurring within its spectrum. There is a need for a new platform of support for "flagship" organisations across the art forms. Flagship organisations are those that commission ambitious new works and engage with multiple audiences. They need differentiation from the incubator groups catering to niche and cogniscenti clusters. These flagship organisations already exist, but are buried in the morass of "Key Organisations". Their leading role in creating national cultural assets and setting the national cultural agenda needs to be recognised and supported. Funding these organisations will assist the arts to flourish, make them more accessible, and by extension create an adaptive, innovative society.
The "small to medium" performing-arts sector was analysed in 2002, but no particular financial action was taken. These are urgent issues. Artistic and professional outputs have already plateaued in this vital part of the arts sector. We need government funds to increase our capacity, to bring human resources up to an acceptable professional level. . . (Juliana Engberg, "The Arts" in Dear Mr Rudd: Ideas for a Better Australia, 2008)
Writing the second novel is supposed to be hard, because you write into expectation. . . This, now, is the matter most at hand for me. And if in some ways that deadens the passion, it certainly invigorates the experience -- the vividness of it all. Because it is located more in the work, the voyage, the journey (insert your own platitude), and less in the ethereal destination of arrival, success, ego, fame, some killer whale of need (insert your own platypus).
Sisyphus (sisyphus, platypus, tomayto, tomato) springs to mind. What would Sisyphus have done if he'd ever got that rock to the top? How would he have felt? Don't we need the struggle, even if we struggle with it? - So in this way, every novel is a first novel. All the uncertainty, even if they're different uncertainties. All the investment. But mostly, the same shackling to the fundamental experience the novel takes place in: your life. (John Bauer, "Another first novel")
In the case of classical music, record companies and entrepreneurs appeal to our hedonistic responses when they decide to package all Mahler's slow movements in one box set - that's over 150 minutes of contemplation, melancholia and metaphysical yearning with proportional profit margins to match. But, far away from the profit dollar, what we are contemplating here is the texture of time. Mahler, through his seemingly immobile phrases, elongated compositional lines and heady climaxes, teaches us that our thoughts and ideas can be short or long, that there is no right or wrong to slow versus fast. (Xenia Hanusiak compares the slow food movement to the slow movement of Mahler's Fifth Symphony, The Age 25/01/2011)
The gospel references don't intrude with a reverberant or religiose rhetoric, but Steele often gives chapter and verse at the start of a poem, as if a religious vision were the gnomic precondition of this swirling erudite talk that has been made artifactual and poetic without losing the implication of a moral dimension. . .
It's a sense of the fated journey that makes the book moving for all the bric-a'-brac of its referencing and erudite innuendoes and inflections. There's a beautiful sombre line in a poem that is among other things a tribute to the high and hairy language of the Irish: "The road to Heaven is well enough signed,/ but it's badly lit at night." Yes, we know not the day nor the hour, though this book of poems is luminous with the sense of a mortality costing not less than everything and the light that darkness is configured by. (Peter Craven reviews Peter Steele's The Gossip and the Wine, The Age)
"We're seeing younger consumers and younger members of society re-evaluate their role within wealth creation in often very, very social ways. That lies at the heart of "betapreneurialism"; your reason for doing something isn't necessarily just about making yourself wealthier. There is an implicit consideration of those who are part of that journey with you. . . Baby boomers were all about self; self-pleasing, self-actualisation, and finding value in self. What you now see when you look at a younger generation is people who are re-evaluating the reasons why you do something. And I think there is less of an inclination to think that it's really about fiscal generation; it's about value generation." (Chris Sanderson, "guru trend-spotter", in conversation with Michael Short in The Zone)
"Sustainability at the University of Melbourne is evolving beyond an operational focus to a philosophy underpinning all that we do. . . The University has a long-term commitment to reducing the environmental impact of our operations, while developing opportunities for students and staff to be informed and empowered as advocates for a more sustainable world. . . The growing importance of 'Education for Sustainability' is reflected in our graduate attributes, enabling graduates to become 'active global citizens' and to 'be advocates for improving the sustainability of the environment'." (Chris White in conversation with Shane Cahill about the myriad ways in which a philosophy of sustainability is being practised in the operations of the University of Melbourne's Property and Campus Services, The Melbourne (University) Voice, March, 2011)
Vintage Pseuds
Many areas in the arts still need financial stabilisation. Others need consolidation and some need growth. A redefinition of the Australia Council's "Key Organisations" should be undertaken. At present the category is too large and indistinct, with a massive variance occurring within its spectrum. There is a need for a new platform of support for "flagship" organisations across the art forms. Flagship organisations are those that commission ambitious new works and engage with multiple audiences. They need differentiation from the incubator groups catering to niche and cogniscenti clusters. These flagship organisations already exist, but are buried in the morass of "Key Organisations". Their leading role in creating national cultural assets and setting the national cultural agenda needs to be recognised and supported. Funding these organisations will assist the arts to flourish, make them more accessible, and by extension create an adaptive, innovative society.
The "small to medium" performing-arts sector was analysed in 2002, but no particular financial action was taken. These are urgent issues. Artistic and professional outputs have already plateaued in this vital part of the arts sector. We need government funds to increase our capacity, to bring human resources up to an acceptable professional level. . . (Juliana Engberg, "The Arts" in Dear Mr Rudd: Ideas for a Better Australia, 2008)
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Pseuds Corner No 12 - Pseuds Melbourne
. . . an occasional column devoted to self-important, euphemistic, contorted, pompous and plain weird prose from throughout the media-sphere. Send you favourite examples to pseuds' HQ: pseudsaustralia@yahoo.com.au [Ed]
I am watching The Social Network. The breakneck delivery of conversations, (conversations?) between the technology powerbrokers makes me uber. I sit upright, as upright as I imagine I would be in an electric chair. I am on speed life alert, goodbye contemplation, hello quick or the dead. . . But then there's my other love, Mahler - the composer of the longest movements in symphonic lieterature. How can his languid verbosity and posturing on the infinite possibly fit in to my social network lifestyle? (Xenia Hanusiak, The Age 25/01/2011)
Javier Marias is one of the reigning foreign language masters to whom we defer as if they were the automatic inheritors of a modern classicism carried like an insignia or an insinuation. . . Marias' While the Women are Sleeping is full of fiddly little jewel boxes of gentle creepiness. Stories of ghosts, stories of graves, faint intimations of how the spirit of story that is the spellbinding glory of the world is never separate from the spiral staircase of what makes the blood go chill. (Peter Craven, The Weekend Australian, 29/01/2011)
With this spirit of like-minded people to which Margaret Mead refers, I’d also like to use this opportunity to recognize the amazing work of my co-authors Michael and Scott. Both have been engaged by some of the leading companies on the planet — which have sought their wisdom, expertise and Thought Leader capabilities to help drive results in organizations. They are brothers in arms, as are all Thought Leaders, on this journey to raise consciousness by inspiring thinking that facilitates conversations that rock the planet. - Imagine a place where great thinkers can come together, financially resourced, strong in their views, articulate in expressing them and focused on value. What a force they could be. What kind of legacy could a group like that make? It would be a kind of immortality. A loosely put together carbon structure of genes and DNA seems doomed to entropy and finally death. But a collection of ideas, a meme pool, will and always has served the world long after the grey matter responsible for it has passed. Matt Church, Thought Leaders: How to capture, package and deliver your ideas for greater commercial success)
She is nice. She gives head. She doesn't like all the attention in bed. She's used to selfish lovers. Not lovers like me who need the redemption of her pleasure. She probably doesn't cum unless she's alone. She's been with a string of those weak men who feel threatened. Men who like women that don't say much. She falls for men who take. Not men like me who need vindication, who need to give back too. That without her orgasm she hasn't truly validated who I am. Without that mark left behind on the bed, I am left only with the stain in me. (Jon Bauer, Rocks in the Belly)
Pseuds Melbourne
- wherein staff writers at The Age newspaper and tenured university professors masturbate in public with their eyes closed at the thought of the city of Melbourne's style, sophistication and general ssssassiness.
What do you call a city whose unofficial dish is kingfish ceviche or salt and pepper calamari; a city enamoured equally of hierloom vegetables and re-imagined street food; a city that also spent the past 12 months going a bit mad for that humblest of convenience foods, the sandwich? You could call it many things. Interesting, certainly. Enigmatic. Eclectic, even. You could certainly call it Melbourne. (Larissa Dubecki, "The year in food and drink (in Melbourne)" the age (melbourne) magazine)
Oddly this year, architects are providing proof in their own puddings. A headquarters for the Australian Institute of Architects in Exhibition Street (by Lyons) will be 21 floors of energy efficiency, composed of a fashionable broken surface of ribs and fins and highlighted by a ribbon of bright green (this year's colour). - In the new architecture of disorder, there is chaos, fuzzy logic, irregular patterns and an organic expression of function. It's all about the contemporary human condition and our precarious grip on the environment, wedded to a belief that fundamentalism has passed us by. (Norman Day, "The year in architecture (in Melbourne)", the age (melbourne) magazine)
I am watching The Social Network. The breakneck delivery of conversations, (conversations?) between the technology powerbrokers makes me uber. I sit upright, as upright as I imagine I would be in an electric chair. I am on speed life alert, goodbye contemplation, hello quick or the dead. . . But then there's my other love, Mahler - the composer of the longest movements in symphonic lieterature. How can his languid verbosity and posturing on the infinite possibly fit in to my social network lifestyle? (Xenia Hanusiak, The Age 25/01/2011)
Javier Marias is one of the reigning foreign language masters to whom we defer as if they were the automatic inheritors of a modern classicism carried like an insignia or an insinuation. . . Marias' While the Women are Sleeping is full of fiddly little jewel boxes of gentle creepiness. Stories of ghosts, stories of graves, faint intimations of how the spirit of story that is the spellbinding glory of the world is never separate from the spiral staircase of what makes the blood go chill. (Peter Craven, The Weekend Australian, 29/01/2011)
With this spirit of like-minded people to which Margaret Mead refers, I’d also like to use this opportunity to recognize the amazing work of my co-authors Michael and Scott. Both have been engaged by some of the leading companies on the planet — which have sought their wisdom, expertise and Thought Leader capabilities to help drive results in organizations. They are brothers in arms, as are all Thought Leaders, on this journey to raise consciousness by inspiring thinking that facilitates conversations that rock the planet. - Imagine a place where great thinkers can come together, financially resourced, strong in their views, articulate in expressing them and focused on value. What a force they could be. What kind of legacy could a group like that make? It would be a kind of immortality. A loosely put together carbon structure of genes and DNA seems doomed to entropy and finally death. But a collection of ideas, a meme pool, will and always has served the world long after the grey matter responsible for it has passed. Matt Church, Thought Leaders: How to capture, package and deliver your ideas for greater commercial success)
She is nice. She gives head. She doesn't like all the attention in bed. She's used to selfish lovers. Not lovers like me who need the redemption of her pleasure. She probably doesn't cum unless she's alone. She's been with a string of those weak men who feel threatened. Men who like women that don't say much. She falls for men who take. Not men like me who need vindication, who need to give back too. That without her orgasm she hasn't truly validated who I am. Without that mark left behind on the bed, I am left only with the stain in me. (Jon Bauer, Rocks in the Belly)
Pseuds Melbourne
- wherein staff writers at The Age newspaper and tenured university professors masturbate in public with their eyes closed at the thought of the city of Melbourne's style, sophistication and general ssssassiness.
What do you call a city whose unofficial dish is kingfish ceviche or salt and pepper calamari; a city enamoured equally of hierloom vegetables and re-imagined street food; a city that also spent the past 12 months going a bit mad for that humblest of convenience foods, the sandwich? You could call it many things. Interesting, certainly. Enigmatic. Eclectic, even. You could certainly call it Melbourne. (Larissa Dubecki, "The year in food and drink (in Melbourne)" the age (melbourne) magazine)
Oddly this year, architects are providing proof in their own puddings. A headquarters for the Australian Institute of Architects in Exhibition Street (by Lyons) will be 21 floors of energy efficiency, composed of a fashionable broken surface of ribs and fins and highlighted by a ribbon of bright green (this year's colour). - In the new architecture of disorder, there is chaos, fuzzy logic, irregular patterns and an organic expression of function. It's all about the contemporary human condition and our precarious grip on the environment, wedded to a belief that fundamentalism has passed us by. (Norman Day, "The year in architecture (in Melbourne)", the age (melbourne) magazine)
Friday, February 18, 2011
The God Delusion Revisited - Again
- presented as part of "New Atheism: Just Another Dogma?" - Hegel Summer School, February 12, 2011
All thought bears the mark of its time and thinking that doesn’t at least try its hand at thinking about thinking – thinking that doesn’t “think itself” to use an Hegelian phrase – bears the mark of its time unmistakably. The same is true, I want to argue today, of contemporary atheism and especially of its most famous tract, Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion.
How does this play out in the case of contemporary atheism at large? The argument of this presentation will be that radical evangelical Christianity defines the contemporary atheist agenda in a way Dawkins and other New Atheists show few signs of being able to think through; that the sort of way the New Atheists are locked in opposition to the latest, ugliest forms of Christian fundamentalism, the way they conflate what they like least about contemporary fundamentalism with religion as a whole, limits the power and validity of their critique of religion.
That’s not all though. In the form of a movement, New Atheism has several of the characteristic marks of the consumerist society into which it thrusts its message of liberation. And an interesting point of comparison here might be with the rolling festival conditions that went by the name of the Darwin bi-centenary year (2009) – in which the troupe of New Atheism’s standard-bearers played a leading role. Here’s a snapshot of that year-long strangeness, as described by Stephen Shapin in the LRB:
“Darwin had an anniversary Facebook group dedicated to him: its goal was to have 200,000 unique Happy Birthdays posted by 12 February and a million ‘friends’ by the November anniversary of the Origin [of Species]. The group also planned a mass ‘Happy Birthday, Darwin’ sing-along, but I don’t think this actually happened. Then there were the Darwin-themed T-shirts, teddy bears, bobbleheads, tote bags, coffee mugs, fridge magnets, mouse mats, scatter cushions and pet bowls; the ‘Darwin loves you’ bumper stickers, the ‘Darwin Is My Homeboy’ badges, and the ‘I ♥ Darwinism’ thongs. The opening line of the year’s most substantial historical contribution, Adrian Desmond and James Moore’s Darwin’s Sacred Cause, is: ‘Global brands don’t come much bigger than Charles Darwin.’
Like the Darwin Bicentenary, the trade-mark Atheism of Today has its kitsch, its in-jokes, its marketing drives, its mass conventions celebrating the life of Science, Reason and Truth. In the form of Catherine Deveney, it has its easy ironies and preferred obscenities. And in Richard Dawkins it has one of a number of preferred celebrities – an undoubtedly powerful mind that shoots sparks that light up the night sky of the contemporary cultural landscape with ad campaigns, neon-lit help-lines for people trying to quit the church and, of course, popular intellectual products, such as the rollicking 400pp harangue I’m going to talk to you about today.
However, though intended as an indictment of all religion, The God Delusion turns out to be not much more than a tilt against contemporary religious fundamentalism, especially of the Christian variety. At the heart of the book is a concerted and, I think, successful attempt to use evolutionary biology to demonstrate that the theoretical centrepiece of contemporary creationism, so-called “Intelligent Design”, is, as scientifically verifiable theses go, an unnecessary and tendentious folly, while the final three or four chapters provide a catalogue of the vindictive nuttiness of small-town Christian America.
But it’s Dawkins’ opening move in The God Delusion that I want to focus on to begin with. Within the space of 20 or so pages, Dawkins dismisses liberal theology, indeed all ethical and allegorical reading of religious texts, as unworthy of consideration; like the animism of pre-historical peoples or the polytheism of the Greeks, they don’t qualify as religion and nor do the pantheism or the deism of America’s founding fathers (or indeed the deism of the founding father of evolutionary science himself, Charles Darwin). The sense of the numinous that many great scientists have felt – from Kepler through to Einstein and perhaps even the late Stephen J Gould – doesn’t give him pause either, because it doesn’t come with a conception of a benevolent creator of the universe. No form of belief that doesn’t hang its hat on the existence of an active personal supra-mundane God comes within the remit of the main argument. And indeed later in the book Dawkins will go on to suggest that, in promoting the idea that anything at all should be taken on faith, religious moderates are in effect “making the world safe for fundamentalism” and so amount to an almost equal blight on the face of the earth.
We already have a problem. In fact we have several problems. The way Dawkins sets up his very case gives the impression that “young earth creationism” has been at the core of Judeo-Christianity since the beginning, rather than being what it clearly is - a vulnerable defensive structure hastily erected by a militant latter-day Protestantism that feels it’s been pressed into a corner by powerful scientific modes of explaining the world. The greater problem though is that the further you get from the supra-mundane god of monotheism, the more you feel Richard Dawkins’ detested “God hypothesis” and his prosecution of the purveyors of a “God delusion” are simply irrelevant to the experiences of religiously-inclined folk past or present, East or West. It’s not quite that Dawkins doesn’t seem to know much about Hinduism or Buddhism or Confucianism or, say, the vast intricate patchwork of Aboriginal Australian spirituality. It’s that he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. About some strands of Christianity he has an approximate first-hand cultural experience, supplemented with some haphazard general reading and lots of horror stories from the Yankee boondocks. But this passes over into more or less total ignorance when it comes to other of the phenomena of religion. The result? That his claim to be making a case against all religion looks over-inflated from the start and his initial relegation of, for example, Indian and Chinese religion to the status of sub-religious “philosophies of life” a tad too convenient. Religion, I’m arguing, is a target that is much more complex and protean than Dawkins would like it to be. Because he brushes the complexity impatiently aside, any implicit claim to being fair-minded – let alone scientific – about the object of his analysis seems shaky from the start. Thus, for instance, Dawkins has clearly never heard of any of the basic conceptual distinctions developed within the social science of religion - which in any case only come into view once you zoom out to get a cross-cultural picture of multiple religious traditions and their development down the ages. Thus, Buddhism (one certainly doesn’t hear in The God Delusion) was in its early days an explicitly atheist religion and its founder an exemplary rather than an emissary prophet, i.e. a figure who overtly disavowed that he’d been sent by a supramundane god in obedience to whom human beings were commanded to lead lives of goodness. What I’m suggesting is this: if informed scientific reflection is what you’re on about, there is no reason not to grant Buddhism (or, say, Confucianism) the status of fully-fledged religions. Both have certainly played roles in patterning culture and shaping their adherents’ lives in a way that is quite comparable to Christianity, However, neither sets up anything like the Christian dichotomy between a benevolent creator-God and his flawed creation. My first question to RD then is – how do so many widely different conceptions of deity go missing in a book that is intended to be a critique of all religion.
However, it isn’t just the diversity of religious thought and experience but crucially the diversity of ways of conceptualising religious thought and experience that Dawkins is either unaware of or refuses to take up into his argument; and as The God Delusion proceeds, it becomes clear why this has to be the case. Religion has to be made to dissolve into a shapeless mass made up of the ugliest general features of contemporary monotheism because if religion is taken to be one basic thing that speaks to one basic set of human instincts, then it can be accounted for neatly using the reductive Darwinian tools Dawkins has spent a life-time in sharpening. If in other words “the religion thing” is basically one thing and is explicable ultimately, as we’ll go on to see, as a psychological by-product of pre-historic genetic inheritance; moreover, if the elaboration and transmission of religious beliefs within historical cultures can be accounted for as a sort of quasi-evolution (viz. in terms of successful self-replication of quasi-genetic religious ideas, or memes) – then religion on the whole can be knocked on the head by exposing the psychological by-products to the blowtorch of rational argument; hopping out the blowtorch and giving a good flaming to the logical errors of the religious mind becomes the most promising strategy to inhibit religious self-reproduction in the metaphoric or not so metaphoric Darwinian playground that is the cultural life of humankind.
The question then is - if radical atheism is not either a pre-supposition or an unavoidable consequence of any core Darwinian set of ideas, then how has Darwinism come to be used as an intellectual stick with which to beat the religious feelings of the contemporary world? My two initial suggestions would be that neo-Darwinism functions as a sort of defence-mechanism of its own, a defence, specifically, against the insane role that vociferous well-funded religious bigots play in the public life of that once great nation located south of the Canadian and north of the Mexican border. A second explanation would seem to lie in the fervour of the Dawkins counter-lobby – for Dawkins and his associates appear to detect an exasperating hostility to science in the presence of any sort of religion in society.
What is going on with Dawkins himself is something that a rather earlier atheist firebrand described as a case of staring so long into an abyss that after a while the abyss itself starts to stare back into you – a thought that in a self-aware atheist like Nietzsche is as much a suspicion he has about his own predicament as an anti-religious thinker as it is a metaphor for the existential ambiguity of wrestling with deep dark problems. Dawkins, you might say, doesn’t realise that he has an abyss in front of him which is staring back up at him. Instead he carries on like a man who’s quivering with disbelief at a religious rubber chicken that the contemporary culture-world keeps on serving him in lieu of a proper intellectual meal. But sure enough, I think, the abyss is staring. And the various ungodly screeches and howls we hear from Dawkins as The God Delusion proceeds are symptoms of a mind on the edge. In straight terms, you could say that for Dawkins “God” is a problem that simply has no depth. What “God” names for Dawkins is, in classic Enlightenment terms, a series of spectacularly foolish but nonetheless demonstrable errors. In the absence of any methodological hesitation about how to treat God as an object of enquiry – likewise in the absence of any doubt about what interpretative sense to make of the pronouncements of contemporary or historical religious believers – Dawkins assumes that the only way to broach his main topic is to take God as a quasi-physical entity whose existence he ought to be able to verify with reference to bona fides scientific notions of cause and effect. If God existed then we’d be able to see and hear him, or at least detect physical traces of his presence and then say things about him empirically using the apparatus of scientific theory-building.
This brings me to some of the more complicated reasons why radical atheism has become yet another blunt weapon in yet another modern-day culture war. Biology, it is clear, is one of the last redoubts of totalising methodological reductionism in science and in this respect occupies a somewhat exceptional position within the no longer quite so starry scientific firmament. Even physics, in the passage from its classical phase in the age between Newton and Einstein to its post-classical quantum phase, has had to moderate some of its earlier ambitions, as research into ever-smaller sub-atomic universes has demanded ever more paradoxical interpretations of axiomatic physical law – and as the goal of theoretically comprehending all the phenomena of the physical world in its own terms has proved more and more elusive. [1]
No such intellectual inhibitions need trouble biologists. Since WW2, indeed, classical reductionist methodology has come into its own - starting with the discovery of the basic mechanism of biological inheritance (DNA) and culminating in the grand project, currently well underway, to map the human genome. Little wonder, then, that Dawkins is upbeat about the prospects of busting God down to basics and showing those theists who’s who the old-fashioned scientific way. Little wonder too that the gleam of one of the dream-projects of the nineteenth century – that of a physiology of culture – shines brightly in his eyes as if Great Charles still strode the face of the earth. And little wonder that Dawkins’ case against religion re-capitulates the Enlightenment’s basic case – or one side of it – as if the blossoms of that great intellectual movement of the eighteenth century were still in first flower. The rough case was that God is essentially a product of credulity, need and a certain willingness on the part of human beings to let themselves be cowed by priestly authority; that the Bible, far from being a work of ethical instruction or storehouse of tradition, was a shabby work of fiction, an object of superstitious veneration that must be judged by the standards of demonstrative empirical truth – which is to say by the light of reason, or in Dawkins’ case the consciousness-raising power of Darwinian science.
Dawkins, however, doesn’t seem to have fully appreciated how much the world has changed between the Enlightenment and now. His inability to see himself and his intellectual hopes in critical historical perspective means that he doesn’t see that between AD 1800 and ACE 2010 science has essentially been victorious in its cultural struggle with religion – not quite in the sense that the illuminati of the world might like, but certainly in the sense that it defines what nature is, while the Church’s power to stipulate a vision of nature as Divine Creation has been in relatively steady decline. What’s more, the victory of science over religion has been bedded down as a dynamic process of more or less permanent scientific and technological revolution of economic and everyday life. (Another of the complicated problems that Dawkins can’t broach because of the one-dimensional nature of his terms of engagement is that the very way the victory of science over religion has been bedded down might have given people a bit of a need for old-style religion all over again. Of course science as a kind of systematic pursuit of knowledge is not directly to blame for the cultural and environmental destructiveness that the techno-scientific revolution of past centuries has contributed to; and certainly no individual scientist need feel responsible for the further consequences of the techno-scientific revolution: the reliance on experts, the displacement of non-technical forms of knowledge, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness in the face of the increasing systematic complexity of the modern world. However, if discovering the sources of religious belief is your business, and critical self-reflection is part of the business plan, then a bit of attention to those sorts of broad facts about social modernity is indispensable. Dawkins isn’t interested.
If I had to account for the continuing prevalence of religion in world affairs in a paragraph or less, I wouldn’t point so much to the problems or limits of scientific advancement, but to the fact that religions, including the Christian religion, have established themselves as a bit of a refuge against some of the forces in the world that are definitely advancing and have been for a long time and have caused a lot of people severe anxiety in the process. - Much as you might get people to agree in questionnaires to the proposition that they "believe what science says" (whatever that actually means), our society just doesn't seem capable of acquainting large enough numbers of people with the complex bodies of bio-geo-physical fact that fly in the face at least of more literalist interpretations of the Bible. On the other hand, there's probably a general perception that most Christians and religious folk take the notion of charity and social cohesion a little more seriously than most and much more seriously than they are, and indeed can be, taken by the dominant institution of the contemporary world - the market economy. Religion, in very broad terms, probably isn't going backwards because there's a bit of a sense that it functions, partly, as a counterweight to the at times pitiless spirit of commercialism that permeates almost every aspect of the systems by which we supply our ever-multiplying material needs. If religion is not going backwards, I'd say, that has little to do with the fact that large numbers of people put themselves down as nominal Christians or say they believe in some sort of transcendent or supra-worldly plane; but it does have to do with the not unjustifiable perception that religion is a viable path of self-restraint in a world dominated by grossly excessive consumption. The fewer needs you have the happier you are, as the saying goes; well, in the crack-brained rooting-tooting-cussing-gorging times we live in, when maxing out your credit card is something to group text your friends about, and when your patriotic duty in an economic crisis is to get out there and SHOP, religion is seen as a powerful motivation to slough off superfluous needs and ignore various palpably insane social imperatives.
Of course, the fact that religion is a powerful motivator, doesn’t give any particular set of religious ideas a claim to truth. But it ought to change our view of the origins and continued existence of religion as a meaningful institution of human culture. And it’s precisely those two things – the origins and continued existence of religion as a meaningful institution of human culture – that Richard Dawkins, because of his inability to think thinking, can’t, in my view give a nuanced scientific account of at all.
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Even if you’re chary about having your consciousness raised by the good comrades of the biology faculty, the way Dawkins goes to town against the Intelligent Design idea should nonetheless convey the simplicity and power of Darwinism and its methods. If it weren’t for the suggestion that the proponents of Intelligent Design were universally a group of mendacious dunces, the middle stretch of The God Delusion might almost be a popular-scientific tour de force [2].
It would be remiss of me not to pause for a minute and review the one moment of the book that really does succeed in doing what it sets out to do. Dawkins’ specific bone of contention here in chapter 4 is what goes by the name of “irreducible complexity” – a term used by Intelligent Design theorists, including a small number with bona fides scientific credentials, to talk about intricate biological traits whose origins seem beyond explanation in terms of step-wise Darwinian “descent with modification”. (For those of you who haven’t read The God Delusion, you can intuitively grasp the problem by thinking, say, about animal eyes or wings. Given that the theory of natural selection strongly suggests that numerous steps would’ve been involved in the evolution of such structures – and given that many of the steps would’ve conferred little or no adaptive advantage – how can their evolution but be the work of a being trying to consciously create a certain sort of organ/ism, or perhaps even a being that created them out of nothing in one hit? The proponents of Intelligent Design would seem to have been vanquished as far as the question of eyes and wings goes; as Dawkins points out, for example, there are numerous types of eye of numerous degrees of complexity in existence in the animal kingdom – everything from flatworms’ crude devices for registering light-and-shade to the advanced visual equipment of eagles and eagle-eyed fighter pilots – and these suggest an evolutionary pathway – indeed numerous evolutionary pathways – that species might gradually have traversed in the course of millennia.)
Yet there are isolated examples of other biological structures that defy easy explanation in evolutionary terms. A particular favourite of the Intelligent Design crowd is the flagellar propulsion of common bacteria ( - seemingly an unfortunate beastie for God to grace with signs of his creative intelligence, but let that pass). The bacterium’s equipment for getting about, Dawkins tells us, is a prodigy of nature, driving “the only known example, outside human technology, of a freely rotating axle.” The question again is: how could a biological mechanism structurally resembling the outboard motor of a speedboat, needing a co-ordinated array of ten moving and fixed parts to function in the first place, have come into existence without outside help? Chapter 4 of The God Delusion contains the convincing answer. And part of the reason it’s convincing is that Dawkins writes with lavish enthusiasm about the sort of complexity of living creatures that creationists might like to think takes us right up to the threshold of the physical act of divine creation. When he isn’t busy wishing his adversaries to oblivion and is simply taking us through the way things around us work from an evolutionary point of view, Dawkins is at his best – he’s the ideal high school science teacher who doesn’t mumble his explanations into his beard.
Having successfully prosecuted the case against Intelligent Design - Dawkins moves on to explaining where he thinks religion comes from. If human beings’ sense of God isn’t actually God-given, then it still needs to find its way into the world somehow and Dawkins rightly thinks he needs to tell us how. This is the point at which the theory of natural selection does double service; Chapter 5 of the The God Delusion borrows from a range of the pet ideas of biologically inclined philosophers and scientists to improvise a rough theory of the evolutionary origins of religious belief itself. To begin with, we get the basic theoretical model – the scientific by-product theory, which considers religion - again on the presupposition that it is a discrete phenomenon with an identifiable essence – as a sort of secondary spin-off of other human capacities with primary adaptive functions such as fear, pain, language-use and consciousness.
Over-writing the psychological by-product theory is a different thesis, also with its roots in recent evolutionary psychology, the idea that religion might be a more specific - presumably in evolutionary terms a much later - psychological by-product, this time of the suggestibility of children – a side-effect, as Dawkins chooses to put it, of the exceptional susceptibility of human children’s brains to being “programmed”. (Crudely – an abstract selective advantage accrues to groups of hominids whose offspring accept a rough imperative to obey their parents and take on face value what they tell them – not just about not straying too far from the pack, but, say, about mysterious spirit worlds as well.)
Next comes an ingenious suggestion from Dawkins’ friend Daniel Dennett – that religion could be a sort of over-development of one type of pragmatic stance vis-à-vis the external world which primitive near-human creatures may have adopted in order to survive in a hostile world with the help of their burgeoning brain capacities. Dennett calls it the intentional stance and contrasts it with a so-called design stance and a physical stance. Comprehending the world from the standpoint of intentionality means viewing things as if they were endowed with something approximating human agency, which in the case of primitive religion might mean attributing agency, for instance, to rocks and trees and places, to the dead or to the world as a whole.
Or could our seemingly ingrained capacity for religious belief even be a side-effect of the human capacity for love? Here it looks as if Dawkins might be shaping up to say how the human affinity for religion is culturally patterned. Love, whether as eros or agape, seems capable of being made to flow in so many different channels, sublimated, given free rein, turned against itself - all facts that are not irrelevant to the genesis of religious belief. That’s certainly not where Dawkins is headed though. For him, the only conclusion sanctioned by the work of anthropologists, biologists and philosophers is that there is a specific and hefty “survival bonus” to be gained from some forms of irrational emotional attachment to (notional) higher powers and religious beliefs might be just that kind of attachment.
As suggestive as each of these part-theories sound, by this stage they do seem to have multiplied a little worryingly. Each moreover takes Dawkins off down a half-cleared speculative pathway, unlike the much more limited solution to the well-defined problem how the bacterium evolved its ten-dimensional outboard motor. As Chapter 5 of The God Delusion moves from a relatively exacting functional account of the evolution of wings, eyes and bacterial flagella to a rather less exacting functional account of religion, it falls into a habit much on display in evolutionary psychology – that of vaguely affirming that some aspect of the human mind or human behaviour (in this case religious belief) exists because it may well have been directly or indirectly useful.
Or, to put the point more sharply – the arguments offered by Dawkins’ favoured stream of evolutionary biology, though operating on radically different pre-suppositions, in a way seem almost as speculative as a lot of the theological literature about the nature and operation of the Christian godhead. In neither case are the core issues amenable to direct empirical investigation in at all the same way as the problem of eyes or flagella; rigorously running the film of evolutionary development backwards using the differential equations of mathematical genetics, as biologists can in many instances to recover past gene pools, has up to now not looked even remotely possible in the way it would need to be to specify the unique set of conditions under which the primitive religion postulated by Dawkins might have developed. The evolutionary account of religion offered in Chapter 5 of Dawkins’ book tells us that religion could have been pre-historically life-enhancing or survival-enhancing – that it can be looked at as a misfiring of animal instinct in a creature with a brain of a particular size and configuration, possessing language and faced with certain natural hazards and challenges. But the step from there down to the molecular or mechanical level of explanation is enormous and the difficulties of the task of re-tracing the links in the causal chain (as opposed to pointing approximately to widely spaced segments of the chain) oughtn’t to be fudged. In short, there is no reason to think on the basis of what Dawkins gives us in The God Delusion that he or any of his colleagues in evolutionary psychology have retraced the linkages using anything but a series of metaphors which point with a certain anti-poetic poetry at the brain as a “collection of organs (or ‘modules’) for dealing with a set of specialist data-processing needs.”
Atop this dizzyingly high structure of semi-conceptual, semi-metaphoric explanations, Dawkins places another analogical thought-figure: the meme. He hastily whips up a “memetic” theory of religion, or really just the programmatic outlines of one: where straight, old-fashioned Darwinian natural selection provides the brain with what he calls a “hardware platform” for running delusionary religious programmes, it’s memetic natural selection that supplies “low-level system software” and a theory of memetic natural selection that promises to explain which religious ideas (i.e. delusions) survive and proliferate. The drift of the theory will be clear to anyone who has followed the uncertain scientific fate of memes since Dawkins coined the notion in the 1970’s [3]. Like genes and computer viruses, memes are but a subspecies of the genus of so-called replicators, we learn in The God Delusion. For Dawkins they are the basic unit of selection in cultural matters, in the same way genes are the basic unit of selection at the level of long-term biological descent with modification. [4] As with genes in a gene pool, the religious memes that prevail in the quasi-organic environment of human culture will be the ones that provide their human hosts with advantages in competitive cultural environments and are hence good at getting themselves copied. Dawkins is quick to add that the analogy with genetic theory is only partial, for religious ideas do undeniably bear some marks of intelligent design, unlike the genetic material that goes tumbling through the biota down the generations: the way religious memes come into existence and spread is, at least partly, attributable to the conscious intentions of their creators; so having, say, an intelligent perception of what is likely to speak to the minds of religiously needy multitudes might well be working alongside the supposedly impersonal “memetic” mechanisms of cultural variation, mutation, competition and inheritance.
Dawkins goes to lengths to defend memes and memetic selection against their detractors among his fellow biologists. The criticism of those who aren’t signed up to Dawkins’ full reductionist curriculum for biological science has tended to be that no memetic code-script analogous to DNA exists to ensure exact replication as memes are passed from one generation of religious delusionals to the next. Dawkins fends off that objection by saying that mechanically exact reproduction is not required for the successful transmission of cultural representations like religious beliefs from one brain to the next. However, the main challenge to the memetic theory of religion, which comes from outside biology, goes unanswered: it is that the abstract genetic view of religion supplied by the notion of memetic culture-molecules just doesn’t have enough to say about the way religions act as causes within culture to really explain very much about how religions flourish, measure off against each other, die, etc. In a sense this is the point of the argument where the abyss is mistaken for the rubber-chicken – Dawkins is simply not alive to the need to take into scientific account the specifically human character of the religious phenomena he purports to be studying – the way religious beliefs shape people, groups, institutions and whole societies and civilisations and interact with other dimensions of culture like art and politics. Nor does he appreciate the difference between the concrete specificity required to give proper causal accounts of socially complex phenomena and the abstract universality of the general laws of natural science; while it's the latter type of general laws he takes himself to be developing with the help of the notion of memes, it's the concrete specificity characteristic of the explanations of sophisticated social science that he'd need if he wanted his account to have much explanatory power. The result in practical terms is that we’re again confronted with a fairly flat story which doesn’t begin to get at how meaningful relations make a decidedly unpredictable difference to the history of humanity as a religiously inflected ebb and flow.
The point is not that the explanations of religion in terms of memetic culture-molecules given by Dawkins are in any straightforward sense wrong, they just don't say very much causally speaking. All in all, Dawkins seems to be motivated by a naive faith that any proper explanation of religion would reproduce the very pattern of Darwinism's successes in explaining the biological mechanisms of inheritance and change, where possible drawing on much the same theoretical tools. [5] The methodological reflex that has Dawkins in its grip is something like the presupposition that Darwinism provides not just an example of a real scientific explanation, but the one true model of such an explanation.
And in case that sounds like it rules out taking religion in anything but it's own terms, it is important to be clear here - it is quite possible to think that the theory of natural selection gives us perfectly good explanations of certain kinds of phenomena. Indeed it is possible to think that natural selection accounts for some of the pre-conditions of religious thought, experience and development - in a speculative spirit, but no less powerfully for that. My argument is that religious thought, experience and development can only be accounted for in the full sense with the help of a multi-causal picture, and specifically that understanding the events of cultural history depends on an analysis of the way the meanings and values that human beings attribute to events plays an inalienable role in causally determining what happens. They play such an important role that any explanation of those same happenings which bypasses the level of meaning, value and interpretation is bound to be a deficient explanation. To give it an overused label which in this case happens to be entirely appropriate - any explanation of religious origins that bypasses the level of meaning, value and interpretation is bound to be reductive. Dawkins’ problem is that he is looking for one type of cause where only multiple partially efficacious types of causation will do.
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Chapter 7 is about the point at which The God Delusion moves from mildly informative boosting of a wide array of scientific findings to chaotic atheist screed. The catalogue of Biblical nastiness begins in earnest, as do the front-line stories of gun-toting, gay-bashing, white-supremicist religious crazies, whom Dawkins clearly takes as quite characteristic of Religion On The Whole. The famous piece de resistance of his interpretation of the Bible has already come at the top of Chapter 2:
The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully. 31
Chapters 7 and 8 proceed to re-tell the horror stories unleashed by this Brett Easton Ellis figure at considerably greater length – doing so at times in a breathless frat party tone of gleeful sarcasm. Much of Chapter 8 focuses on the violence, particularly the sexual violence, of the Old Testament. Yet the way Dawkins twigs us to the hypocrisy involved in taking all this as morally paradigmatic is also reminiscent at times of what teenage boys do when they discover some the Bible’s – for want of a better word – raunchy bits. Anyone (male) who went through school Religious Education and puberty together will probably recall the excitement of flipping through to Song of Songs and going bananas on all the tits and arse:
To my naïve eyes, “Thou shalt have no other gods but me” would seem an easy enough commandment to keep: a doddle, one might think, compared with “Thou shalt not covet they neighbour’s wife”. Or her ass. (Or her ox.) Yet throughout the Old Testament, with the same predictable regularity as in bedroom farce, God had only to turn his back for a moment and the Children of Israel would be off and at it with Baal, or some trollop of a graven image. . . 244
What a wag Richard is.
But what a nag too. By this stage of The God Delusion the preferred offensive strategy is to translate the basic terms of various Biblical narratives into contemporary idiom and use the latter as a stick with which to belt the whole of scriptural religion round the ears. Biblical Canaan becomes a Jewish proto-National Socialist form of Lebensraum. The brutalities of battle detailed in the Book of Joshua become straightforward crimes against humanity, while punishments inflicted for breaches of ancient Levitical ethical code in the surrounding Biblical text turn into scenes from Channel 7 nightly news and start Dawkins huffing and puffing like Andrew Bolt:
What shocks me today about such stories is not that they really happened. They probably didn’t. What makes my jaw drop is that people today should base their lives on such an appalling role model as Yahwe – and, even worse, that they should bossily try to force the same evil monster (whether fact or fiction) on the rest of us.
On the question of “role models”, Dawkins seems plainly to be in the grip of an interpretative category error – indeed one he shares with the worst of fundamentalists: it should be obvious to anyone, at least anyone capable of reading the Old Testament non-literally as a composite construction with numerous textual strata, that the horror stories belong to a mythologised history – that for instance the tales of Abraham’s chequered progress in the Book of Genesis are not intended to preach morality in any simple sense. Similarly, the way Dawkins exaggerates the blood-thirsty, vengeful, puritanical, paternalistic character of Yahwe obscures the (in scholarly terms) obvious fact (a) that the Old Testament contains multiple partially indicated conceptions of the nature of the Biblical godhead and his relationship to human beings and (b) that these partial conceptions enter complexly into combination and opposition to each other at various points in the text. Still simplifying considerably, we can point to two poles between which the Yahwe conception swings: the historically ancient conception of the warrior God with the changeable heart who is something like the God of the Israelite tribal confederacy and not too far distant from the object of Dawkins’ rage [5]; then, very different from this, the prophets’ God of holy purity, who is much closer to an abstract principled ethical God of the entire universe. To point out that the Old Testament can be read as the historical document of both these conceptions of God as well as numerous intermediate ought to be superfluous in the context of an informed scientific argument about Biblical religion. For Dawkins’ purposes, however, only the first conception is necessary because it’s all he needs to advance his books’ almighty campaign in shit-stirring.
Going on these later chapters, it might well seem strange to anyone coming to Dawkins’ work for the first time that the author of The God Delusion has acquired a reputation as an intelligent and eloquent scientific populariser. What comes to the fore from about the half-way point of the book is a furious adversarialism combined with a certain sort of clichéd moralising of a vaguely left-wing variety, though sounding as if it might veer hard-right at any moment. The genuinely contradictory nature of New Atheism is on display in spades – the whole soapy, softly uplifting tone that sits uncomfortably with the blazing polemics, the compulsive irreligiosity. By the 300p mark Dawkins has got round to the argument that bringing up children in any religious tradition whatsoever is a form of child abuse. His case in point is the nineteenth century tale of a six year old Jewish-Italian boy secretly baptised in infancy by a Catholic maid then removed from the family home with the connivance of the Vatican a few years later. Yet, as wretched as the affair sounds, you still feel the moral pathos Dawkins wants to bring out in the tale of little Edgardo is subservient to his desire to score points against the God-bothering enemy. In no time we've been served with a charge-sheet detailing the intellectual and emotional criminality of religious baptism. And it turns out to be a very long charge-sheet indeed. As becomes typical in these later chapters, once he’s done with his 6-point indictment, he foregrounds himself and his own reactions to little Edgardo’s case, telling us:
As for me, I think only of poor little Edgardo – unwittingly born into a world dominated by the religious mind, hapless in the crossfire, all but orphaned in an act of well-meaning but, to a young child, shattering cruelty. 314 – 15
By this stage, Dawkins is well and truly in the land of tabloid opinion pieces, tritely bandying about details of abuses and outrages, raging at the polemical enemy without noticing that in doing so he’s jumping up and down on victims’ graves. Yes, doubly poor Edgardo, destined to be a religio-political football of future centuries! Triply poor Richard Dawkins, compelled to boil and re-boil the meaty religious scepticism of the Enlightenment until it is ready to be snap-frozen and distributed to the spiritual supermarkets of the entire world! Quadrupally poor world, trapped in the nightmare of its ever-burgeoning op-ed piece of an existence!
Or take this choice passage from Dawkins’ flat irritable onslaught against Christian school mega-manager Nigel McQuoid – the prime mover behind the teaching of creation science in fundamentalist outliers of the British education system:
The level of McQuoid’s scientific understanding can be judged from his belief that the world is less than ten thousand years old, and also from the following quotation: ‘But to think that we just evolved from a bang, that we used to be monkeys, that seems unbelievable when you look at the complexity of the human body. . . If you tell children there is no purpose in life – that they are just a chemical mutation – that doesn’t build self-esteem.’. . . No scientist has ever suggested that a child is a “chemical mutation”. The use of the phrase in such a context is illiterate nonsense, on a par with the declarations of “Bishop” Wayne Malcolm, leader of the Christian Life City church in Hackney, east London, who, according to the Guardian of 18 April 2006, “disputes the scientific evidence for evolution”. Malcolm’s understanding of the evidence he disputes can be gauged from his statement that “There is clearly an absence of in the fossil record for intermediate levels of development. If a frog turned into a monkey, shouldn’t you have lots of fronkies?” 332
There it is – Richard Dawkins’ specific lack of authorial poise in a nutshell: he just can’t help disapproving/disproving every nutter in sight and, what’s worse, doing so in a horrible snippy tone of intellectual aggrievement as if to say “Look at these people. They don’t even understand BASIC LOGICAL SYLLOGISMS. . .” In every sentence of these later chapters you can virtually feel Dawkins wincing with mental acuity – or wincing at his opponents’ lack of it. In none of them does he display the most basic of the intellectual virtues which would help turn his dispute with the faithful into something more than a nasty boring pillow-fight: the ability to imagine the best version of a non-atheist view of the world. Having watched him pursue the weirdly named McQuoid into half a dozen argumentative potholes in as many paragraphs, you half expect Dawkins to go into refutational detail on the subject of fronkies too.
The standard of the confrontation with religion that gets going in the later parts of The God Delusion is consistently as low as this. What this part of Dawkins’ book sets the terms for is, in an exemplary sense, an ideological debate – a dispute, the main parties to which can never admit any of the flaws in their own positions. As with all ideological debates, the fight is everything, coming across effectively is the criterion of all speech, baiting the enemy and enjoying those warm gusts of sympathy coming your way from fellow travellers are major preoccupations, as is the ever-fresh possibility of a groundswell of public support for your windy rhetorical stances. And so it is that New Atheism is to be found widely imitating the tactics of its adversaries - whose missionary activities, above all in the US, have taken up the whole trashy panoply of commercial techniques of self-representation – from graveyard tv spots to professional lobbying to multi-million dollar spirals of vexatious litigation. So it is that Dawkins’ book has emerged as the manifesto of one of those strange quasi-social movements that make use of all the paramilitary equipment of peace-time war supplied by modern advertising - flip through to the end of The God Delusion and you’ll find the help-lines - flip through to the lifestyle section of your local broadsheet newspaper and you might well find a full-page ad or a full-page interview. (Of course, the most prosaic feature of all ideological debate is that, if you’re not in on a particular debate then – everyone who is in on it seems as bad as everyone else. In this case, the way science in its evangelical Darwinian guise takes the form of commercial publicity seems almost as dubious as the way religion in its creationist guise attempts to take on the form of science.)
To get it all in perspective, it’s useful to remind yourself of some of the high points in the history of atheism – whose long history is itself something of a counterbalance to the impression given in The God Delusion that the arguments between Christianity and counter-Christianity have never amounted to much more than publicity campaigns organised by aggrieved parties who bear a strange resemblance to each other in both taking themselves to be renegades against contemporary society and in living in the sort of eternal present that is the human reality of a state of total warfare. The important thing to remember here is that anti-religious scepticism has been present in most developed cultures in history. One of the oldest recorded examples is Archilochus the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher, about whom all we know is that he found the Homeric gods “funny” and set about trying to improve on the myths that told of their various doings.
Or, looking towards modernity again, it's hard to go past Kant, the giant of the Enlightenment who provided the decisive refutation of the ontological argument for the existence of God. (The argument in a nutshell is that God by definition must possess all the perfections; reality is a rather important perfection; therefore God must be real: God exists. The Kantian answer in essence is that “existence is not a predicate”, i.e. existence is wrongly conceived of in the ontological argument as another attribute (or “predicate”) of God comparable, say, to His omnipotence and omniscience.) Things get more complicated the further you get into Kant's monumental Critique of Pure Reason. Along with the notions of immortality and the soul, the concept of God turns out to be (as Kant puts it) antinomian in nature – in other words, a necessary illusion or a sort of predictable extravagance of a human faculty that the Enlightenment’s less subtle atheists would hardly have expected Him to derive from: the faculty of reason itself.
Or, alternatively, we could return to Nietzsche - a thinker whose atheism is full of Promethean intent and whose writings certainly don’t exclude a certain amount rhetorical overkill, though of a rather grander variety than what we get in The God Delusion:
That, as an “immortal soul”, everybody is equal to everybody else, that in the totality of beings the “salvation” of every single one is permitted to claim to be of everlasting moment, that little bigots and three-quarters madmen are permitted to imagine that for their sakes the laws of nature are continually being broken – such a raising of every sort of egoism to infinity, to impudence, cannot be branded with sufficient contempt. 166 [6]
It’s worth noting that, as explosive as Nietzsche’s anti-Christianity can be, passages like that come in the middle of an historically informed argument about Christianity and its origins: Nietzsche’s thesis in The Anti-Christ (1888) is that what came to be called Christianity was the result of a radical re-interpretation of Jesus’ vivid sense that active love must be the full criterion of piety – which on the Nietzschean picture is a notion that was misappropriated by St Paul in the fabrication of a theological faith in Christ as the resurrected Son of God. More importantly though, the reason Nietzsche is the sort of thinker that neither theists nor atheists can really get around is because, for all his withering attack-pieces, he is quite as willing to think against atheism as he is to think against the givens of each and every religious interpretation of the world. This isn’t just because he can see into the abysmal depths of the God-problem, nor just because he has a way of compressing the historical, the cultural and the very live emotional aspects of religious belief into an impassioned series of philosophical reflections. Nor is it just because he avoids Dawkins' mistake of collapsing his discussion into a series of legalistic pros and contras. Rather, it is because his apprehension about the consequences of the loss of religion is precisely as strong as his conviction that the loss is inevitable. Nietzsche, in other words, sees the tragedy that any large-scale loss of religious feeling involves and in the case of Christianity he lives that tragedy out in the text of his own philosophy. What he takes as the theme of so much of his later thought is the tragedy of a general cultural loss of pathos and seriousness that follows from a civilisation-wide loss of belief – a tragedy that is likely to leave the average denizen of the post-religious culture-world neither a troglodytic fundamentalist nor an embittered anti-fundamentalist but an insipid hedonist conformist – one of the “last men” Nietzsche pictures hopping around in a semi-satisfied daze, immune to any of life’s deeper problems, be they scientific, religious or philosophical.
Like Dawkins, Nietzsche thinks that Darwinism is true, but he doesn’t think of it as therefore worthy of evangelical proclamation. Nietzsche thinks Darwinism is (as he put it) true but deadly – deadly, namely, to at least one major sense of the seriousness of life. Above all though, Nietzsche is not subject to the confusion of taking the God of the Christian Bible as an hypothesis, let alone a scientifically testable hypothesis; he considers it, in my view rightly, as an interpretative posit [7] – an existential presupposition that cannot be evaluated according to any absolute scientific measure - a presupposition, moreover, that possesses a meaning-giving function that is never entirely separate from its truth-content and has many positive points of connection with the scientific mode of interpreting the world. In Nietzsche’s philosophy the critique of religion undertaken by the Enlightenment is renewed, but at the same time given a paradoxical and enriching turn – with a sort of counter-critique of scientific triumphalism added into the mix of the critique.
For all his anti-Christianity, Nietzsche sees that science and religion give rise to forms of knowledge-and-experience that don’t bear easy or direct comparison. Science starts out from the idea that the world is at bottom nothing but a causal mechanism. Religion, on the other hand, raises the ethical postulate that the world is a God-ordained and hence somehow a meaningfully and ethically-oriented cosmos [8]. Science doesn’t flinch at the idea that there are no mysteries, or at least none that can’t be dispelled; religion – not just in Christianity but in different ways in art, philosophy and in the wider religious domain – endows the idea that human beings have limits with an ethical significance and sees responsiveness to those limits – to human finitude, to the mysterious and to the ineffable - as the touchstones of wisdom. Richard Dawkins’ disservice to atheism is his uncritical advocacy of the former point of view – that and the facile haste with which he skates over the fact that the disappearance of religious views of the world is an historically largely accomplished fact, the prime consequence of which is what has been aptly described as the disenchantment of the world.
If it’s true that history has a tendency to repeat itself first as tragedy, then as farce, then the tragedy of Enlightenment enacted in the work of Nietzsche has its farcical epilogue in Dawkins’ ever cruder repetition of the gestures of disbelief, his ever more manic attempts to relegate all religion to the dustbin of out-and-out superstition. However, if we’re looking for an alternative to both those intellectual possibilities and neither the embarrassing irrationality of creationism nor the conditional religious devotion of a purely ethical Christianity will do, then it is worth remembering what the world looked like before the tragedy of Enlightenment began. The last word in my presentation today goes to G.C. Lichtenberg, an eighteenth century professor of physics who was the subtle exponent of a scientific-yet-personal view of the phenomena of religion that is neither ridden with pathos, like Nietzsche’s, nor prone to bathos, like Dawkins’:
Religion is really the art of acquiring for oneself comfort and courage in affliction, and the strength to work against it, through thoughts of God and by no other means. I have known people to whom their good fortune was their God. They believed in their good fortune and their belief gave them courage. Courage gave them good fortune and good fortune gave them courage. It is a great loss for a man if he loses his faith in a wise being who directs the world. I believe this is an inevitable consequence of all study of philosophy and of nature. One does not lose belief in a God, to be sure, but it is no longer the benevolent God of our childhood; it is a being whose ways are not our ways and whose thoughts are not our thoughts, and this is not especially helpful to the helpless.
There you have it – a sort of moonlit Enlightenment view which knows the necessity of the loss of faith and which sets out, with movingly plain eloquence, both the intellectual tenuousness of a belief in a good active god and the emotional circularity of such belief – that efficacious loop, potentially virtuous, potentially vicious, whereby belief in God brings the world into a sort of God-given motion. Surely this is who New Atheism excludes by taking on Richard Dawkins' ill-considered tone of self-righteous fury: the scientist who is nothing less than a philosopher and nothing more than a human being, who still speaks softly and without calumny of the religious point of view his science has compelled him to leave behind
All thought bears the mark of its time and thinking that doesn’t at least try its hand at thinking about thinking – thinking that doesn’t “think itself” to use an Hegelian phrase – bears the mark of its time unmistakably. The same is true, I want to argue today, of contemporary atheism and especially of its most famous tract, Richard Dawkins’ The God Delusion.
How does this play out in the case of contemporary atheism at large? The argument of this presentation will be that radical evangelical Christianity defines the contemporary atheist agenda in a way Dawkins and other New Atheists show few signs of being able to think through; that the sort of way the New Atheists are locked in opposition to the latest, ugliest forms of Christian fundamentalism, the way they conflate what they like least about contemporary fundamentalism with religion as a whole, limits the power and validity of their critique of religion.
That’s not all though. In the form of a movement, New Atheism has several of the characteristic marks of the consumerist society into which it thrusts its message of liberation. And an interesting point of comparison here might be with the rolling festival conditions that went by the name of the Darwin bi-centenary year (2009) – in which the troupe of New Atheism’s standard-bearers played a leading role. Here’s a snapshot of that year-long strangeness, as described by Stephen Shapin in the LRB:
“Darwin had an anniversary Facebook group dedicated to him: its goal was to have 200,000 unique Happy Birthdays posted by 12 February and a million ‘friends’ by the November anniversary of the Origin [of Species]. The group also planned a mass ‘Happy Birthday, Darwin’ sing-along, but I don’t think this actually happened. Then there were the Darwin-themed T-shirts, teddy bears, bobbleheads, tote bags, coffee mugs, fridge magnets, mouse mats, scatter cushions and pet bowls; the ‘Darwin loves you’ bumper stickers, the ‘Darwin Is My Homeboy’ badges, and the ‘I ♥ Darwinism’ thongs. The opening line of the year’s most substantial historical contribution, Adrian Desmond and James Moore’s Darwin’s Sacred Cause, is: ‘Global brands don’t come much bigger than Charles Darwin.’
Like the Darwin Bicentenary, the trade-mark Atheism of Today has its kitsch, its in-jokes, its marketing drives, its mass conventions celebrating the life of Science, Reason and Truth. In the form of Catherine Deveney, it has its easy ironies and preferred obscenities. And in Richard Dawkins it has one of a number of preferred celebrities – an undoubtedly powerful mind that shoots sparks that light up the night sky of the contemporary cultural landscape with ad campaigns, neon-lit help-lines for people trying to quit the church and, of course, popular intellectual products, such as the rollicking 400pp harangue I’m going to talk to you about today.
However, though intended as an indictment of all religion, The God Delusion turns out to be not much more than a tilt against contemporary religious fundamentalism, especially of the Christian variety. At the heart of the book is a concerted and, I think, successful attempt to use evolutionary biology to demonstrate that the theoretical centrepiece of contemporary creationism, so-called “Intelligent Design”, is, as scientifically verifiable theses go, an unnecessary and tendentious folly, while the final three or four chapters provide a catalogue of the vindictive nuttiness of small-town Christian America.
But it’s Dawkins’ opening move in The God Delusion that I want to focus on to begin with. Within the space of 20 or so pages, Dawkins dismisses liberal theology, indeed all ethical and allegorical reading of religious texts, as unworthy of consideration; like the animism of pre-historical peoples or the polytheism of the Greeks, they don’t qualify as religion and nor do the pantheism or the deism of America’s founding fathers (or indeed the deism of the founding father of evolutionary science himself, Charles Darwin). The sense of the numinous that many great scientists have felt – from Kepler through to Einstein and perhaps even the late Stephen J Gould – doesn’t give him pause either, because it doesn’t come with a conception of a benevolent creator of the universe. No form of belief that doesn’t hang its hat on the existence of an active personal supra-mundane God comes within the remit of the main argument. And indeed later in the book Dawkins will go on to suggest that, in promoting the idea that anything at all should be taken on faith, religious moderates are in effect “making the world safe for fundamentalism” and so amount to an almost equal blight on the face of the earth.
We already have a problem. In fact we have several problems. The way Dawkins sets up his very case gives the impression that “young earth creationism” has been at the core of Judeo-Christianity since the beginning, rather than being what it clearly is - a vulnerable defensive structure hastily erected by a militant latter-day Protestantism that feels it’s been pressed into a corner by powerful scientific modes of explaining the world. The greater problem though is that the further you get from the supra-mundane god of monotheism, the more you feel Richard Dawkins’ detested “God hypothesis” and his prosecution of the purveyors of a “God delusion” are simply irrelevant to the experiences of religiously-inclined folk past or present, East or West. It’s not quite that Dawkins doesn’t seem to know much about Hinduism or Buddhism or Confucianism or, say, the vast intricate patchwork of Aboriginal Australian spirituality. It’s that he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. About some strands of Christianity he has an approximate first-hand cultural experience, supplemented with some haphazard general reading and lots of horror stories from the Yankee boondocks. But this passes over into more or less total ignorance when it comes to other of the phenomena of religion. The result? That his claim to be making a case against all religion looks over-inflated from the start and his initial relegation of, for example, Indian and Chinese religion to the status of sub-religious “philosophies of life” a tad too convenient. Religion, I’m arguing, is a target that is much more complex and protean than Dawkins would like it to be. Because he brushes the complexity impatiently aside, any implicit claim to being fair-minded – let alone scientific – about the object of his analysis seems shaky from the start. Thus, for instance, Dawkins has clearly never heard of any of the basic conceptual distinctions developed within the social science of religion - which in any case only come into view once you zoom out to get a cross-cultural picture of multiple religious traditions and their development down the ages. Thus, Buddhism (one certainly doesn’t hear in The God Delusion) was in its early days an explicitly atheist religion and its founder an exemplary rather than an emissary prophet, i.e. a figure who overtly disavowed that he’d been sent by a supramundane god in obedience to whom human beings were commanded to lead lives of goodness. What I’m suggesting is this: if informed scientific reflection is what you’re on about, there is no reason not to grant Buddhism (or, say, Confucianism) the status of fully-fledged religions. Both have certainly played roles in patterning culture and shaping their adherents’ lives in a way that is quite comparable to Christianity, However, neither sets up anything like the Christian dichotomy between a benevolent creator-God and his flawed creation. My first question to RD then is – how do so many widely different conceptions of deity go missing in a book that is intended to be a critique of all religion.
However, it isn’t just the diversity of religious thought and experience but crucially the diversity of ways of conceptualising religious thought and experience that Dawkins is either unaware of or refuses to take up into his argument; and as The God Delusion proceeds, it becomes clear why this has to be the case. Religion has to be made to dissolve into a shapeless mass made up of the ugliest general features of contemporary monotheism because if religion is taken to be one basic thing that speaks to one basic set of human instincts, then it can be accounted for neatly using the reductive Darwinian tools Dawkins has spent a life-time in sharpening. If in other words “the religion thing” is basically one thing and is explicable ultimately, as we’ll go on to see, as a psychological by-product of pre-historic genetic inheritance; moreover, if the elaboration and transmission of religious beliefs within historical cultures can be accounted for as a sort of quasi-evolution (viz. in terms of successful self-replication of quasi-genetic religious ideas, or memes) – then religion on the whole can be knocked on the head by exposing the psychological by-products to the blowtorch of rational argument; hopping out the blowtorch and giving a good flaming to the logical errors of the religious mind becomes the most promising strategy to inhibit religious self-reproduction in the metaphoric or not so metaphoric Darwinian playground that is the cultural life of humankind.
The question then is - if radical atheism is not either a pre-supposition or an unavoidable consequence of any core Darwinian set of ideas, then how has Darwinism come to be used as an intellectual stick with which to beat the religious feelings of the contemporary world? My two initial suggestions would be that neo-Darwinism functions as a sort of defence-mechanism of its own, a defence, specifically, against the insane role that vociferous well-funded religious bigots play in the public life of that once great nation located south of the Canadian and north of the Mexican border. A second explanation would seem to lie in the fervour of the Dawkins counter-lobby – for Dawkins and his associates appear to detect an exasperating hostility to science in the presence of any sort of religion in society.
What is going on with Dawkins himself is something that a rather earlier atheist firebrand described as a case of staring so long into an abyss that after a while the abyss itself starts to stare back into you – a thought that in a self-aware atheist like Nietzsche is as much a suspicion he has about his own predicament as an anti-religious thinker as it is a metaphor for the existential ambiguity of wrestling with deep dark problems. Dawkins, you might say, doesn’t realise that he has an abyss in front of him which is staring back up at him. Instead he carries on like a man who’s quivering with disbelief at a religious rubber chicken that the contemporary culture-world keeps on serving him in lieu of a proper intellectual meal. But sure enough, I think, the abyss is staring. And the various ungodly screeches and howls we hear from Dawkins as The God Delusion proceeds are symptoms of a mind on the edge. In straight terms, you could say that for Dawkins “God” is a problem that simply has no depth. What “God” names for Dawkins is, in classic Enlightenment terms, a series of spectacularly foolish but nonetheless demonstrable errors. In the absence of any methodological hesitation about how to treat God as an object of enquiry – likewise in the absence of any doubt about what interpretative sense to make of the pronouncements of contemporary or historical religious believers – Dawkins assumes that the only way to broach his main topic is to take God as a quasi-physical entity whose existence he ought to be able to verify with reference to bona fides scientific notions of cause and effect. If God existed then we’d be able to see and hear him, or at least detect physical traces of his presence and then say things about him empirically using the apparatus of scientific theory-building.
This brings me to some of the more complicated reasons why radical atheism has become yet another blunt weapon in yet another modern-day culture war. Biology, it is clear, is one of the last redoubts of totalising methodological reductionism in science and in this respect occupies a somewhat exceptional position within the no longer quite so starry scientific firmament. Even physics, in the passage from its classical phase in the age between Newton and Einstein to its post-classical quantum phase, has had to moderate some of its earlier ambitions, as research into ever-smaller sub-atomic universes has demanded ever more paradoxical interpretations of axiomatic physical law – and as the goal of theoretically comprehending all the phenomena of the physical world in its own terms has proved more and more elusive. [1]
No such intellectual inhibitions need trouble biologists. Since WW2, indeed, classical reductionist methodology has come into its own - starting with the discovery of the basic mechanism of biological inheritance (DNA) and culminating in the grand project, currently well underway, to map the human genome. Little wonder, then, that Dawkins is upbeat about the prospects of busting God down to basics and showing those theists who’s who the old-fashioned scientific way. Little wonder too that the gleam of one of the dream-projects of the nineteenth century – that of a physiology of culture – shines brightly in his eyes as if Great Charles still strode the face of the earth. And little wonder that Dawkins’ case against religion re-capitulates the Enlightenment’s basic case – or one side of it – as if the blossoms of that great intellectual movement of the eighteenth century were still in first flower. The rough case was that God is essentially a product of credulity, need and a certain willingness on the part of human beings to let themselves be cowed by priestly authority; that the Bible, far from being a work of ethical instruction or storehouse of tradition, was a shabby work of fiction, an object of superstitious veneration that must be judged by the standards of demonstrative empirical truth – which is to say by the light of reason, or in Dawkins’ case the consciousness-raising power of Darwinian science.
Dawkins, however, doesn’t seem to have fully appreciated how much the world has changed between the Enlightenment and now. His inability to see himself and his intellectual hopes in critical historical perspective means that he doesn’t see that between AD 1800 and ACE 2010 science has essentially been victorious in its cultural struggle with religion – not quite in the sense that the illuminati of the world might like, but certainly in the sense that it defines what nature is, while the Church’s power to stipulate a vision of nature as Divine Creation has been in relatively steady decline. What’s more, the victory of science over religion has been bedded down as a dynamic process of more or less permanent scientific and technological revolution of economic and everyday life. (Another of the complicated problems that Dawkins can’t broach because of the one-dimensional nature of his terms of engagement is that the very way the victory of science over religion has been bedded down might have given people a bit of a need for old-style religion all over again. Of course science as a kind of systematic pursuit of knowledge is not directly to blame for the cultural and environmental destructiveness that the techno-scientific revolution of past centuries has contributed to; and certainly no individual scientist need feel responsible for the further consequences of the techno-scientific revolution: the reliance on experts, the displacement of non-technical forms of knowledge, the overwhelming sense of powerlessness in the face of the increasing systematic complexity of the modern world. However, if discovering the sources of religious belief is your business, and critical self-reflection is part of the business plan, then a bit of attention to those sorts of broad facts about social modernity is indispensable. Dawkins isn’t interested.
If I had to account for the continuing prevalence of religion in world affairs in a paragraph or less, I wouldn’t point so much to the problems or limits of scientific advancement, but to the fact that religions, including the Christian religion, have established themselves as a bit of a refuge against some of the forces in the world that are definitely advancing and have been for a long time and have caused a lot of people severe anxiety in the process. - Much as you might get people to agree in questionnaires to the proposition that they "believe what science says" (whatever that actually means), our society just doesn't seem capable of acquainting large enough numbers of people with the complex bodies of bio-geo-physical fact that fly in the face at least of more literalist interpretations of the Bible. On the other hand, there's probably a general perception that most Christians and religious folk take the notion of charity and social cohesion a little more seriously than most and much more seriously than they are, and indeed can be, taken by the dominant institution of the contemporary world - the market economy. Religion, in very broad terms, probably isn't going backwards because there's a bit of a sense that it functions, partly, as a counterweight to the at times pitiless spirit of commercialism that permeates almost every aspect of the systems by which we supply our ever-multiplying material needs. If religion is not going backwards, I'd say, that has little to do with the fact that large numbers of people put themselves down as nominal Christians or say they believe in some sort of transcendent or supra-worldly plane; but it does have to do with the not unjustifiable perception that religion is a viable path of self-restraint in a world dominated by grossly excessive consumption. The fewer needs you have the happier you are, as the saying goes; well, in the crack-brained rooting-tooting-cussing-gorging times we live in, when maxing out your credit card is something to group text your friends about, and when your patriotic duty in an economic crisis is to get out there and SHOP, religion is seen as a powerful motivation to slough off superfluous needs and ignore various palpably insane social imperatives.
Of course, the fact that religion is a powerful motivator, doesn’t give any particular set of religious ideas a claim to truth. But it ought to change our view of the origins and continued existence of religion as a meaningful institution of human culture. And it’s precisely those two things – the origins and continued existence of religion as a meaningful institution of human culture – that Richard Dawkins, because of his inability to think thinking, can’t, in my view give a nuanced scientific account of at all.
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Even if you’re chary about having your consciousness raised by the good comrades of the biology faculty, the way Dawkins goes to town against the Intelligent Design idea should nonetheless convey the simplicity and power of Darwinism and its methods. If it weren’t for the suggestion that the proponents of Intelligent Design were universally a group of mendacious dunces, the middle stretch of The God Delusion might almost be a popular-scientific tour de force [2].
It would be remiss of me not to pause for a minute and review the one moment of the book that really does succeed in doing what it sets out to do. Dawkins’ specific bone of contention here in chapter 4 is what goes by the name of “irreducible complexity” – a term used by Intelligent Design theorists, including a small number with bona fides scientific credentials, to talk about intricate biological traits whose origins seem beyond explanation in terms of step-wise Darwinian “descent with modification”. (For those of you who haven’t read The God Delusion, you can intuitively grasp the problem by thinking, say, about animal eyes or wings. Given that the theory of natural selection strongly suggests that numerous steps would’ve been involved in the evolution of such structures – and given that many of the steps would’ve conferred little or no adaptive advantage – how can their evolution but be the work of a being trying to consciously create a certain sort of organ/ism, or perhaps even a being that created them out of nothing in one hit? The proponents of Intelligent Design would seem to have been vanquished as far as the question of eyes and wings goes; as Dawkins points out, for example, there are numerous types of eye of numerous degrees of complexity in existence in the animal kingdom – everything from flatworms’ crude devices for registering light-and-shade to the advanced visual equipment of eagles and eagle-eyed fighter pilots – and these suggest an evolutionary pathway – indeed numerous evolutionary pathways – that species might gradually have traversed in the course of millennia.)
Yet there are isolated examples of other biological structures that defy easy explanation in evolutionary terms. A particular favourite of the Intelligent Design crowd is the flagellar propulsion of common bacteria ( - seemingly an unfortunate beastie for God to grace with signs of his creative intelligence, but let that pass). The bacterium’s equipment for getting about, Dawkins tells us, is a prodigy of nature, driving “the only known example, outside human technology, of a freely rotating axle.” The question again is: how could a biological mechanism structurally resembling the outboard motor of a speedboat, needing a co-ordinated array of ten moving and fixed parts to function in the first place, have come into existence without outside help? Chapter 4 of The God Delusion contains the convincing answer. And part of the reason it’s convincing is that Dawkins writes with lavish enthusiasm about the sort of complexity of living creatures that creationists might like to think takes us right up to the threshold of the physical act of divine creation. When he isn’t busy wishing his adversaries to oblivion and is simply taking us through the way things around us work from an evolutionary point of view, Dawkins is at his best – he’s the ideal high school science teacher who doesn’t mumble his explanations into his beard.
Having successfully prosecuted the case against Intelligent Design - Dawkins moves on to explaining where he thinks religion comes from. If human beings’ sense of God isn’t actually God-given, then it still needs to find its way into the world somehow and Dawkins rightly thinks he needs to tell us how. This is the point at which the theory of natural selection does double service; Chapter 5 of the The God Delusion borrows from a range of the pet ideas of biologically inclined philosophers and scientists to improvise a rough theory of the evolutionary origins of religious belief itself. To begin with, we get the basic theoretical model – the scientific by-product theory, which considers religion - again on the presupposition that it is a discrete phenomenon with an identifiable essence – as a sort of secondary spin-off of other human capacities with primary adaptive functions such as fear, pain, language-use and consciousness.
Over-writing the psychological by-product theory is a different thesis, also with its roots in recent evolutionary psychology, the idea that religion might be a more specific - presumably in evolutionary terms a much later - psychological by-product, this time of the suggestibility of children – a side-effect, as Dawkins chooses to put it, of the exceptional susceptibility of human children’s brains to being “programmed”. (Crudely – an abstract selective advantage accrues to groups of hominids whose offspring accept a rough imperative to obey their parents and take on face value what they tell them – not just about not straying too far from the pack, but, say, about mysterious spirit worlds as well.)
Next comes an ingenious suggestion from Dawkins’ friend Daniel Dennett – that religion could be a sort of over-development of one type of pragmatic stance vis-à-vis the external world which primitive near-human creatures may have adopted in order to survive in a hostile world with the help of their burgeoning brain capacities. Dennett calls it the intentional stance and contrasts it with a so-called design stance and a physical stance. Comprehending the world from the standpoint of intentionality means viewing things as if they were endowed with something approximating human agency, which in the case of primitive religion might mean attributing agency, for instance, to rocks and trees and places, to the dead or to the world as a whole.
Or could our seemingly ingrained capacity for religious belief even be a side-effect of the human capacity for love? Here it looks as if Dawkins might be shaping up to say how the human affinity for religion is culturally patterned. Love, whether as eros or agape, seems capable of being made to flow in so many different channels, sublimated, given free rein, turned against itself - all facts that are not irrelevant to the genesis of religious belief. That’s certainly not where Dawkins is headed though. For him, the only conclusion sanctioned by the work of anthropologists, biologists and philosophers is that there is a specific and hefty “survival bonus” to be gained from some forms of irrational emotional attachment to (notional) higher powers and religious beliefs might be just that kind of attachment.
As suggestive as each of these part-theories sound, by this stage they do seem to have multiplied a little worryingly. Each moreover takes Dawkins off down a half-cleared speculative pathway, unlike the much more limited solution to the well-defined problem how the bacterium evolved its ten-dimensional outboard motor. As Chapter 5 of The God Delusion moves from a relatively exacting functional account of the evolution of wings, eyes and bacterial flagella to a rather less exacting functional account of religion, it falls into a habit much on display in evolutionary psychology – that of vaguely affirming that some aspect of the human mind or human behaviour (in this case religious belief) exists because it may well have been directly or indirectly useful.
Or, to put the point more sharply – the arguments offered by Dawkins’ favoured stream of evolutionary biology, though operating on radically different pre-suppositions, in a way seem almost as speculative as a lot of the theological literature about the nature and operation of the Christian godhead. In neither case are the core issues amenable to direct empirical investigation in at all the same way as the problem of eyes or flagella; rigorously running the film of evolutionary development backwards using the differential equations of mathematical genetics, as biologists can in many instances to recover past gene pools, has up to now not looked even remotely possible in the way it would need to be to specify the unique set of conditions under which the primitive religion postulated by Dawkins might have developed. The evolutionary account of religion offered in Chapter 5 of Dawkins’ book tells us that religion could have been pre-historically life-enhancing or survival-enhancing – that it can be looked at as a misfiring of animal instinct in a creature with a brain of a particular size and configuration, possessing language and faced with certain natural hazards and challenges. But the step from there down to the molecular or mechanical level of explanation is enormous and the difficulties of the task of re-tracing the links in the causal chain (as opposed to pointing approximately to widely spaced segments of the chain) oughtn’t to be fudged. In short, there is no reason to think on the basis of what Dawkins gives us in The God Delusion that he or any of his colleagues in evolutionary psychology have retraced the linkages using anything but a series of metaphors which point with a certain anti-poetic poetry at the brain as a “collection of organs (or ‘modules’) for dealing with a set of specialist data-processing needs.”
Atop this dizzyingly high structure of semi-conceptual, semi-metaphoric explanations, Dawkins places another analogical thought-figure: the meme. He hastily whips up a “memetic” theory of religion, or really just the programmatic outlines of one: where straight, old-fashioned Darwinian natural selection provides the brain with what he calls a “hardware platform” for running delusionary religious programmes, it’s memetic natural selection that supplies “low-level system software” and a theory of memetic natural selection that promises to explain which religious ideas (i.e. delusions) survive and proliferate. The drift of the theory will be clear to anyone who has followed the uncertain scientific fate of memes since Dawkins coined the notion in the 1970’s [3]. Like genes and computer viruses, memes are but a subspecies of the genus of so-called replicators, we learn in The God Delusion. For Dawkins they are the basic unit of selection in cultural matters, in the same way genes are the basic unit of selection at the level of long-term biological descent with modification. [4] As with genes in a gene pool, the religious memes that prevail in the quasi-organic environment of human culture will be the ones that provide their human hosts with advantages in competitive cultural environments and are hence good at getting themselves copied. Dawkins is quick to add that the analogy with genetic theory is only partial, for religious ideas do undeniably bear some marks of intelligent design, unlike the genetic material that goes tumbling through the biota down the generations: the way religious memes come into existence and spread is, at least partly, attributable to the conscious intentions of their creators; so having, say, an intelligent perception of what is likely to speak to the minds of religiously needy multitudes might well be working alongside the supposedly impersonal “memetic” mechanisms of cultural variation, mutation, competition and inheritance.
Dawkins goes to lengths to defend memes and memetic selection against their detractors among his fellow biologists. The criticism of those who aren’t signed up to Dawkins’ full reductionist curriculum for biological science has tended to be that no memetic code-script analogous to DNA exists to ensure exact replication as memes are passed from one generation of religious delusionals to the next. Dawkins fends off that objection by saying that mechanically exact reproduction is not required for the successful transmission of cultural representations like religious beliefs from one brain to the next. However, the main challenge to the memetic theory of religion, which comes from outside biology, goes unanswered: it is that the abstract genetic view of religion supplied by the notion of memetic culture-molecules just doesn’t have enough to say about the way religions act as causes within culture to really explain very much about how religions flourish, measure off against each other, die, etc. In a sense this is the point of the argument where the abyss is mistaken for the rubber-chicken – Dawkins is simply not alive to the need to take into scientific account the specifically human character of the religious phenomena he purports to be studying – the way religious beliefs shape people, groups, institutions and whole societies and civilisations and interact with other dimensions of culture like art and politics. Nor does he appreciate the difference between the concrete specificity required to give proper causal accounts of socially complex phenomena and the abstract universality of the general laws of natural science; while it's the latter type of general laws he takes himself to be developing with the help of the notion of memes, it's the concrete specificity characteristic of the explanations of sophisticated social science that he'd need if he wanted his account to have much explanatory power. The result in practical terms is that we’re again confronted with a fairly flat story which doesn’t begin to get at how meaningful relations make a decidedly unpredictable difference to the history of humanity as a religiously inflected ebb and flow.
The point is not that the explanations of religion in terms of memetic culture-molecules given by Dawkins are in any straightforward sense wrong, they just don't say very much causally speaking. All in all, Dawkins seems to be motivated by a naive faith that any proper explanation of religion would reproduce the very pattern of Darwinism's successes in explaining the biological mechanisms of inheritance and change, where possible drawing on much the same theoretical tools. [5] The methodological reflex that has Dawkins in its grip is something like the presupposition that Darwinism provides not just an example of a real scientific explanation, but the one true model of such an explanation.
And in case that sounds like it rules out taking religion in anything but it's own terms, it is important to be clear here - it is quite possible to think that the theory of natural selection gives us perfectly good explanations of certain kinds of phenomena. Indeed it is possible to think that natural selection accounts for some of the pre-conditions of religious thought, experience and development - in a speculative spirit, but no less powerfully for that. My argument is that religious thought, experience and development can only be accounted for in the full sense with the help of a multi-causal picture, and specifically that understanding the events of cultural history depends on an analysis of the way the meanings and values that human beings attribute to events plays an inalienable role in causally determining what happens. They play such an important role that any explanation of those same happenings which bypasses the level of meaning, value and interpretation is bound to be a deficient explanation. To give it an overused label which in this case happens to be entirely appropriate - any explanation of religious origins that bypasses the level of meaning, value and interpretation is bound to be reductive. Dawkins’ problem is that he is looking for one type of cause where only multiple partially efficacious types of causation will do.
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Chapter 7 is about the point at which The God Delusion moves from mildly informative boosting of a wide array of scientific findings to chaotic atheist screed. The catalogue of Biblical nastiness begins in earnest, as do the front-line stories of gun-toting, gay-bashing, white-supremicist religious crazies, whom Dawkins clearly takes as quite characteristic of Religion On The Whole. The famous piece de resistance of his interpretation of the Bible has already come at the top of Chapter 2:
The God of the Old Testament is arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, pestilential, megalomaniacal, sadomasochistic, capriciously malevolent bully. 31
Chapters 7 and 8 proceed to re-tell the horror stories unleashed by this Brett Easton Ellis figure at considerably greater length – doing so at times in a breathless frat party tone of gleeful sarcasm. Much of Chapter 8 focuses on the violence, particularly the sexual violence, of the Old Testament. Yet the way Dawkins twigs us to the hypocrisy involved in taking all this as morally paradigmatic is also reminiscent at times of what teenage boys do when they discover some the Bible’s – for want of a better word – raunchy bits. Anyone (male) who went through school Religious Education and puberty together will probably recall the excitement of flipping through to Song of Songs and going bananas on all the tits and arse:
To my naïve eyes, “Thou shalt have no other gods but me” would seem an easy enough commandment to keep: a doddle, one might think, compared with “Thou shalt not covet they neighbour’s wife”. Or her ass. (Or her ox.) Yet throughout the Old Testament, with the same predictable regularity as in bedroom farce, God had only to turn his back for a moment and the Children of Israel would be off and at it with Baal, or some trollop of a graven image. . . 244
What a wag Richard is.
But what a nag too. By this stage of The God Delusion the preferred offensive strategy is to translate the basic terms of various Biblical narratives into contemporary idiom and use the latter as a stick with which to belt the whole of scriptural religion round the ears. Biblical Canaan becomes a Jewish proto-National Socialist form of Lebensraum. The brutalities of battle detailed in the Book of Joshua become straightforward crimes against humanity, while punishments inflicted for breaches of ancient Levitical ethical code in the surrounding Biblical text turn into scenes from Channel 7 nightly news and start Dawkins huffing and puffing like Andrew Bolt:
What shocks me today about such stories is not that they really happened. They probably didn’t. What makes my jaw drop is that people today should base their lives on such an appalling role model as Yahwe – and, even worse, that they should bossily try to force the same evil monster (whether fact or fiction) on the rest of us.
On the question of “role models”, Dawkins seems plainly to be in the grip of an interpretative category error – indeed one he shares with the worst of fundamentalists: it should be obvious to anyone, at least anyone capable of reading the Old Testament non-literally as a composite construction with numerous textual strata, that the horror stories belong to a mythologised history – that for instance the tales of Abraham’s chequered progress in the Book of Genesis are not intended to preach morality in any simple sense. Similarly, the way Dawkins exaggerates the blood-thirsty, vengeful, puritanical, paternalistic character of Yahwe obscures the (in scholarly terms) obvious fact (a) that the Old Testament contains multiple partially indicated conceptions of the nature of the Biblical godhead and his relationship to human beings and (b) that these partial conceptions enter complexly into combination and opposition to each other at various points in the text. Still simplifying considerably, we can point to two poles between which the Yahwe conception swings: the historically ancient conception of the warrior God with the changeable heart who is something like the God of the Israelite tribal confederacy and not too far distant from the object of Dawkins’ rage [5]; then, very different from this, the prophets’ God of holy purity, who is much closer to an abstract principled ethical God of the entire universe. To point out that the Old Testament can be read as the historical document of both these conceptions of God as well as numerous intermediate ought to be superfluous in the context of an informed scientific argument about Biblical religion. For Dawkins’ purposes, however, only the first conception is necessary because it’s all he needs to advance his books’ almighty campaign in shit-stirring.
Going on these later chapters, it might well seem strange to anyone coming to Dawkins’ work for the first time that the author of The God Delusion has acquired a reputation as an intelligent and eloquent scientific populariser. What comes to the fore from about the half-way point of the book is a furious adversarialism combined with a certain sort of clichéd moralising of a vaguely left-wing variety, though sounding as if it might veer hard-right at any moment. The genuinely contradictory nature of New Atheism is on display in spades – the whole soapy, softly uplifting tone that sits uncomfortably with the blazing polemics, the compulsive irreligiosity. By the 300p mark Dawkins has got round to the argument that bringing up children in any religious tradition whatsoever is a form of child abuse. His case in point is the nineteenth century tale of a six year old Jewish-Italian boy secretly baptised in infancy by a Catholic maid then removed from the family home with the connivance of the Vatican a few years later. Yet, as wretched as the affair sounds, you still feel the moral pathos Dawkins wants to bring out in the tale of little Edgardo is subservient to his desire to score points against the God-bothering enemy. In no time we've been served with a charge-sheet detailing the intellectual and emotional criminality of religious baptism. And it turns out to be a very long charge-sheet indeed. As becomes typical in these later chapters, once he’s done with his 6-point indictment, he foregrounds himself and his own reactions to little Edgardo’s case, telling us:
As for me, I think only of poor little Edgardo – unwittingly born into a world dominated by the religious mind, hapless in the crossfire, all but orphaned in an act of well-meaning but, to a young child, shattering cruelty. 314 – 15
By this stage, Dawkins is well and truly in the land of tabloid opinion pieces, tritely bandying about details of abuses and outrages, raging at the polemical enemy without noticing that in doing so he’s jumping up and down on victims’ graves. Yes, doubly poor Edgardo, destined to be a religio-political football of future centuries! Triply poor Richard Dawkins, compelled to boil and re-boil the meaty religious scepticism of the Enlightenment until it is ready to be snap-frozen and distributed to the spiritual supermarkets of the entire world! Quadrupally poor world, trapped in the nightmare of its ever-burgeoning op-ed piece of an existence!
Or take this choice passage from Dawkins’ flat irritable onslaught against Christian school mega-manager Nigel McQuoid – the prime mover behind the teaching of creation science in fundamentalist outliers of the British education system:
The level of McQuoid’s scientific understanding can be judged from his belief that the world is less than ten thousand years old, and also from the following quotation: ‘But to think that we just evolved from a bang, that we used to be monkeys, that seems unbelievable when you look at the complexity of the human body. . . If you tell children there is no purpose in life – that they are just a chemical mutation – that doesn’t build self-esteem.’. . . No scientist has ever suggested that a child is a “chemical mutation”. The use of the phrase in such a context is illiterate nonsense, on a par with the declarations of “Bishop” Wayne Malcolm, leader of the Christian Life City church in Hackney, east London, who, according to the Guardian of 18 April 2006, “disputes the scientific evidence for evolution”. Malcolm’s understanding of the evidence he disputes can be gauged from his statement that “There is clearly an absence of in the fossil record for intermediate levels of development. If a frog turned into a monkey, shouldn’t you have lots of fronkies?” 332
There it is – Richard Dawkins’ specific lack of authorial poise in a nutshell: he just can’t help disapproving/disproving every nutter in sight and, what’s worse, doing so in a horrible snippy tone of intellectual aggrievement as if to say “Look at these people. They don’t even understand BASIC LOGICAL SYLLOGISMS. . .” In every sentence of these later chapters you can virtually feel Dawkins wincing with mental acuity – or wincing at his opponents’ lack of it. In none of them does he display the most basic of the intellectual virtues which would help turn his dispute with the faithful into something more than a nasty boring pillow-fight: the ability to imagine the best version of a non-atheist view of the world. Having watched him pursue the weirdly named McQuoid into half a dozen argumentative potholes in as many paragraphs, you half expect Dawkins to go into refutational detail on the subject of fronkies too.
The standard of the confrontation with religion that gets going in the later parts of The God Delusion is consistently as low as this. What this part of Dawkins’ book sets the terms for is, in an exemplary sense, an ideological debate – a dispute, the main parties to which can never admit any of the flaws in their own positions. As with all ideological debates, the fight is everything, coming across effectively is the criterion of all speech, baiting the enemy and enjoying those warm gusts of sympathy coming your way from fellow travellers are major preoccupations, as is the ever-fresh possibility of a groundswell of public support for your windy rhetorical stances. And so it is that New Atheism is to be found widely imitating the tactics of its adversaries - whose missionary activities, above all in the US, have taken up the whole trashy panoply of commercial techniques of self-representation – from graveyard tv spots to professional lobbying to multi-million dollar spirals of vexatious litigation. So it is that Dawkins’ book has emerged as the manifesto of one of those strange quasi-social movements that make use of all the paramilitary equipment of peace-time war supplied by modern advertising - flip through to the end of The God Delusion and you’ll find the help-lines - flip through to the lifestyle section of your local broadsheet newspaper and you might well find a full-page ad or a full-page interview. (Of course, the most prosaic feature of all ideological debate is that, if you’re not in on a particular debate then – everyone who is in on it seems as bad as everyone else. In this case, the way science in its evangelical Darwinian guise takes the form of commercial publicity seems almost as dubious as the way religion in its creationist guise attempts to take on the form of science.)
To get it all in perspective, it’s useful to remind yourself of some of the high points in the history of atheism – whose long history is itself something of a counterbalance to the impression given in The God Delusion that the arguments between Christianity and counter-Christianity have never amounted to much more than publicity campaigns organised by aggrieved parties who bear a strange resemblance to each other in both taking themselves to be renegades against contemporary society and in living in the sort of eternal present that is the human reality of a state of total warfare. The important thing to remember here is that anti-religious scepticism has been present in most developed cultures in history. One of the oldest recorded examples is Archilochus the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher, about whom all we know is that he found the Homeric gods “funny” and set about trying to improve on the myths that told of their various doings.
Or, looking towards modernity again, it's hard to go past Kant, the giant of the Enlightenment who provided the decisive refutation of the ontological argument for the existence of God. (The argument in a nutshell is that God by definition must possess all the perfections; reality is a rather important perfection; therefore God must be real: God exists. The Kantian answer in essence is that “existence is not a predicate”, i.e. existence is wrongly conceived of in the ontological argument as another attribute (or “predicate”) of God comparable, say, to His omnipotence and omniscience.) Things get more complicated the further you get into Kant's monumental Critique of Pure Reason. Along with the notions of immortality and the soul, the concept of God turns out to be (as Kant puts it) antinomian in nature – in other words, a necessary illusion or a sort of predictable extravagance of a human faculty that the Enlightenment’s less subtle atheists would hardly have expected Him to derive from: the faculty of reason itself.
Or, alternatively, we could return to Nietzsche - a thinker whose atheism is full of Promethean intent and whose writings certainly don’t exclude a certain amount rhetorical overkill, though of a rather grander variety than what we get in The God Delusion:
That, as an “immortal soul”, everybody is equal to everybody else, that in the totality of beings the “salvation” of every single one is permitted to claim to be of everlasting moment, that little bigots and three-quarters madmen are permitted to imagine that for their sakes the laws of nature are continually being broken – such a raising of every sort of egoism to infinity, to impudence, cannot be branded with sufficient contempt. 166 [6]
It’s worth noting that, as explosive as Nietzsche’s anti-Christianity can be, passages like that come in the middle of an historically informed argument about Christianity and its origins: Nietzsche’s thesis in The Anti-Christ (1888) is that what came to be called Christianity was the result of a radical re-interpretation of Jesus’ vivid sense that active love must be the full criterion of piety – which on the Nietzschean picture is a notion that was misappropriated by St Paul in the fabrication of a theological faith in Christ as the resurrected Son of God. More importantly though, the reason Nietzsche is the sort of thinker that neither theists nor atheists can really get around is because, for all his withering attack-pieces, he is quite as willing to think against atheism as he is to think against the givens of each and every religious interpretation of the world. This isn’t just because he can see into the abysmal depths of the God-problem, nor just because he has a way of compressing the historical, the cultural and the very live emotional aspects of religious belief into an impassioned series of philosophical reflections. Nor is it just because he avoids Dawkins' mistake of collapsing his discussion into a series of legalistic pros and contras. Rather, it is because his apprehension about the consequences of the loss of religion is precisely as strong as his conviction that the loss is inevitable. Nietzsche, in other words, sees the tragedy that any large-scale loss of religious feeling involves and in the case of Christianity he lives that tragedy out in the text of his own philosophy. What he takes as the theme of so much of his later thought is the tragedy of a general cultural loss of pathos and seriousness that follows from a civilisation-wide loss of belief – a tragedy that is likely to leave the average denizen of the post-religious culture-world neither a troglodytic fundamentalist nor an embittered anti-fundamentalist but an insipid hedonist conformist – one of the “last men” Nietzsche pictures hopping around in a semi-satisfied daze, immune to any of life’s deeper problems, be they scientific, religious or philosophical.
Like Dawkins, Nietzsche thinks that Darwinism is true, but he doesn’t think of it as therefore worthy of evangelical proclamation. Nietzsche thinks Darwinism is (as he put it) true but deadly – deadly, namely, to at least one major sense of the seriousness of life. Above all though, Nietzsche is not subject to the confusion of taking the God of the Christian Bible as an hypothesis, let alone a scientifically testable hypothesis; he considers it, in my view rightly, as an interpretative posit [7] – an existential presupposition that cannot be evaluated according to any absolute scientific measure - a presupposition, moreover, that possesses a meaning-giving function that is never entirely separate from its truth-content and has many positive points of connection with the scientific mode of interpreting the world. In Nietzsche’s philosophy the critique of religion undertaken by the Enlightenment is renewed, but at the same time given a paradoxical and enriching turn – with a sort of counter-critique of scientific triumphalism added into the mix of the critique.
For all his anti-Christianity, Nietzsche sees that science and religion give rise to forms of knowledge-and-experience that don’t bear easy or direct comparison. Science starts out from the idea that the world is at bottom nothing but a causal mechanism. Religion, on the other hand, raises the ethical postulate that the world is a God-ordained and hence somehow a meaningfully and ethically-oriented cosmos [8]. Science doesn’t flinch at the idea that there are no mysteries, or at least none that can’t be dispelled; religion – not just in Christianity but in different ways in art, philosophy and in the wider religious domain – endows the idea that human beings have limits with an ethical significance and sees responsiveness to those limits – to human finitude, to the mysterious and to the ineffable - as the touchstones of wisdom. Richard Dawkins’ disservice to atheism is his uncritical advocacy of the former point of view – that and the facile haste with which he skates over the fact that the disappearance of religious views of the world is an historically largely accomplished fact, the prime consequence of which is what has been aptly described as the disenchantment of the world.
If it’s true that history has a tendency to repeat itself first as tragedy, then as farce, then the tragedy of Enlightenment enacted in the work of Nietzsche has its farcical epilogue in Dawkins’ ever cruder repetition of the gestures of disbelief, his ever more manic attempts to relegate all religion to the dustbin of out-and-out superstition. However, if we’re looking for an alternative to both those intellectual possibilities and neither the embarrassing irrationality of creationism nor the conditional religious devotion of a purely ethical Christianity will do, then it is worth remembering what the world looked like before the tragedy of Enlightenment began. The last word in my presentation today goes to G.C. Lichtenberg, an eighteenth century professor of physics who was the subtle exponent of a scientific-yet-personal view of the phenomena of religion that is neither ridden with pathos, like Nietzsche’s, nor prone to bathos, like Dawkins’:
Religion is really the art of acquiring for oneself comfort and courage in affliction, and the strength to work against it, through thoughts of God and by no other means. I have known people to whom their good fortune was their God. They believed in their good fortune and their belief gave them courage. Courage gave them good fortune and good fortune gave them courage. It is a great loss for a man if he loses his faith in a wise being who directs the world. I believe this is an inevitable consequence of all study of philosophy and of nature. One does not lose belief in a God, to be sure, but it is no longer the benevolent God of our childhood; it is a being whose ways are not our ways and whose thoughts are not our thoughts, and this is not especially helpful to the helpless.
There you have it – a sort of moonlit Enlightenment view which knows the necessity of the loss of faith and which sets out, with movingly plain eloquence, both the intellectual tenuousness of a belief in a good active god and the emotional circularity of such belief – that efficacious loop, potentially virtuous, potentially vicious, whereby belief in God brings the world into a sort of God-given motion. Surely this is who New Atheism excludes by taking on Richard Dawkins' ill-considered tone of self-righteous fury: the scientist who is nothing less than a philosopher and nothing more than a human being, who still speaks softly and without calumny of the religious point of view his science has compelled him to leave behind
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Ambrose Bierce: from the Devil's Dictionary (K - Z)
kilt - a costume sometimes worn by Scotchmen in America and Americans in Scotland.
Krishna - a form under which the pretended god Vishnu became incarnate. A very likely story.
lap - one of the most important organs of the female system - an admirable provision of nature for the repose of infancy, but chiefly useful in rural festivities to support plates of cold chicken and heads of adult males. The male of our species has a rudimentary lap, imperfectly developed and in no way contributing to the animal's substantial welfare.
last - a shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
Ah, punster, would my lot were cast,
Where the cobbler is unknown,
So that I might forget his last
And hear your own. (Gargo Repsky)
laziness - unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.
learning - the kind of ignorance affected by (and affecting) civilised races, as distinguished from IGNORANCE, the sort of learning incurred by savages. See NONSENSE.
lecturer - one with his hand in your pocket, his tongue in your ear and his faith in your patience.
Leveller - the kind of political and social reformer who is more concerned to bring others down to his plane than to lift himself to theirs.
lighthouse - a tall building on the seashore in which the government maintains a lamp and a friend of a politician.
limb - the branch of a tree or the leg of an American woman.
linen - "a kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp." - Calcraft the Hangman.
literally - figuratively, as: "The pond was literally full of fish"; "The ground was literally alive with snakes," etc.
Literature - the collective body of writing of all mankind, excepting Hubert Howe Bancroft and Adair Welcker. Theirs are Illiterature.
logic - the art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.
loss - privation of that which we had, or had not. Thus, in the latter sense, it is said of a defeated candidate that he "lost his election"; and of that eminent man, the poet Gilder, that he has "lost his mind". It is in the former and more legitimate sense, that the word is used in the famous epitaph:
Here Huntington's ashes long have lain
Whose loss is our own eternal gain,
For while he exercised all his powers
Whatever he gained, the loss was ours.
maiden - a young person of the unfair sex addicted to clewless conduct and views that madden to crime. The genus has a wide geographical distribution, being found wherever sought and deplored wherever found. The maiden is not altogether unpleasing to the eye, nor (without her piano and her views) insupportable to the ear, though in respect to comeliness distinctly inferior to the rainbow, and, with regard to the part of her that is audible, beaten out of the field by the canary - which, also, is more portable.
man - an animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.
manna - a food miraculously given to the Israelites in the wilderness. When it was no longer supplied to them they settled down and tilled the soil, fertilising it, as a rule, with the bodies of the original occupants.
mausoleum - the final, and funniest, folly of the rich.
medal - a small metal disk given as a reward for virtues, attainments or services more or less authentic. It is related that Bismarck, who had been awarded a medal for gallantly rescuing a drowning person, that, being asked the meaning of the medal, he replied: "I save lives sometimes." And sometimes he didn't.
mind - a mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavour to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with. From the Latin, mens, a fact unknown to that honest shoe-seller, who, observing that his learned competitor over the way had displayed the motto "Mens conscia recti," emblazoned his own shop front with the words "Men's, women's and children's conscia recti."
Mormon - a follower of Joseph Smith, who received from an angel a revelation inscribed on brass plates and afterward revised and enlarged by his successor in the prophethood. While still an inoffensive people the Mormons were bitterly persecuted, their prophet assassinated, their homes burned and themselves driven into the desert, where they prospered, practiced polygamy and themselves took and hand in the game of persecution.
namby-pamby - having the quality of magazine poetry. (See FLUMMERY.)
oblivion - the state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground. Cold storage for high hopes. A place where ambitious authors meet their works without pride and their betters without envy. A dormitory without an alarm clock.
pantheism - the doctrine that everything is God, in contradistinction to the doctrine that God is everything.
phoenix - the classical prototype of the modern "small hot bird."
pilgrim - a traveler that is taken seriously. A Pilgrim Father was one who, leaving Europe in 1620 because not permitted to sing psalms through his nose, followed it to Massachusetts, where he could personate God according to the dictates of his conscience.
pitiful - the state of an enemy or opponent after an imaginary encounter with oneself.
plague - in ancient times a general punishment of the innocent for admonition of their ruler, as in the familiar instance of Pharoah the Immune. The plague as we of today have the happiness to know it is merely Nature's fortuitous manifestation of her purposeless objectionableness.
platitude - the fundamental element and special glory of popular literature. A thought that snores in words that smoke. The wisdom of a million fools in the diction of a dullard. A fossil sentiment in artificial rock. A moral without the fable. All that is mortal of a departed truth. A demi-tasse of milk-and-morality. The Pope's-nose of a featherless peacock. A jellyfish withering on the shore of the sea of thought. The cackle surviving the egg. A desiccated epigram.
plaudit - the unit of currency in which the populace pays those who tickle and devour it.
pray - to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.
precedent - in Law, a previous decision, rule or practice which, in the absence of a definite statute, has whatever force and authority a Judge may choose to give it, thereby greatly simplifying his task of doing as he pleases. As there are precedents for everything, he has only to ignore those that make against his interest and accentuate those in the line of his desire. Invention of the precedent elevates the trial-at-law from the low estate of a fortuitous ordeal to the noble altitude of a dirigible abitrament.
precocious - a four-year-old who elopes with his sister's doll.
Presbyterian - one who holds the conviction that the governing authorities of the Church should be called presbyters.
Presidency - the greased pig in the field game of American politics.
President - the leading figure in a small group of men of whom - and of whom only - it is positively known that immense numbers of their countrymen did not want any of them for President.
prime - enough to make a cat vomit. "Try our 5cent Havana filler" and see if it isn't.
rational - devoid of all delusions save those of observation, experience and reflection.
retribution - the natural rock upon which is reared the Temple of Law.
revenge - sending your girl's love letters to your rival after he has married her.
riot - a popular entertainment given to the military by innocent bystanders.
rostrum - in Latin, the beak of a bird or the prow of a ship. In America, a place from which a candidate for office energetically expounds the wisdom, virtue and power of the rabble.
Sabbath - a weekly festival having its origins in the fact that God made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh. Among the Jews the observance of the day was enforced by a Commandment of which this is the Christian version: "Remember the seventh day to make they neighbour keep it wholly." To the Creator it seemed fit and expedient that the Sabbath should be the last day of the week, but the Early Fathers of the Church held other views. So great is the sanctity of the day that even where the Lord holds a doubtful and precarious jurisdiction over those who go down to (and down into) the sea it is reverently recognised, as is manifest in the following deep-water version of the Fourth Commandment:
"Six days shalt thou labour and do all thou art able,
And on the seventh holystone the deck and scrape the cable."
Decks are no longer holystoned, but the cable still supplies the captain with opportunity to attest a pious respect for the divine ordinance.
sad - the efforts of musical debutantes:
"I'm saddest when I sing." Toodles
saint - a dead sinner revised and edited. "The Duchess of Orleans relates that the irreverent old Calumniator, Marshal Villeroi, who in his youth had known St Francis de Sales, said, on hearing him called a saint: 'I am delighted to hear that Monsieur de Sales is a saint. He was fond of saying indelicate things, and used to cheat at cards. In other respects he was a perfect gentleman, though a fool.'"
sardine - a small and very palatable fish, to which many unpalatable persons hesitate to compare themselves.
saw - a trite popular saying, or proverb. (Figurative and colloquial.) So called because it makes its way into a wooden head. Following are examples of old saws fitted with new teeth:
"Half a loaf is better than a whole one if there is much else."
"What is worth doing is worth the trouble of asking somebody to do it."
"He laughs best who last laughs least."
"Strike while your employer has a big contract."
tedium - ennui, the state or condition of one that is bored. Many fanciful derivations of the word have been affirmed, but so high an authority as Father Jape says that it comes from a very obvious source - the first words of the ancient Latin hymn Te Deum Laudamus. In this apparently natural derivation there is something that saddens.
telephone - an invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.
Trinity - in the multiplex theism of certain Christian churches, three entirely distinct deities consistent with only one. Subordinate deities of the polytheistic faith, such as devils and angels, are not dowered with the power of combination, and must urge individually their claims to adoration and propitiation. The Trinity is one of the most sublime mysteries of our holy religion. In rejecting it because it is incomprehensible, Unitarians betray their inadequate sense of theological fundamentals. In religion we believe only what we do not understand, except in the instance of an intelligible doctrine that contradicts an incomprehensible one. In that case we believe the former as part of the latter.
truth - an ingenious compound of desirability and appearance. Discovery of truth is the sole purpose of philosophy, which is the most ancient occupation of the human mind and has a fair prospect of existing with increasing activity to the end of time.
tzetze (or tsetse) fly - an African insect (glossina morsitans) whose bite is commonly regarded as nature's most efficacious remedy for insomnia, though some patients prefer that of the American novelist (mendax interminabilis).
weather - the climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle.
worship - Homo Creator's testimony to the sound construction and fine finish of Deus Creatus. A popular form of abjection, having an element of pride.
Krishna - a form under which the pretended god Vishnu became incarnate. A very likely story.
lap - one of the most important organs of the female system - an admirable provision of nature for the repose of infancy, but chiefly useful in rural festivities to support plates of cold chicken and heads of adult males. The male of our species has a rudimentary lap, imperfectly developed and in no way contributing to the animal's substantial welfare.
last - a shoemaker's implement, named by a frowning Providence as opportunity to the maker of puns.
Ah, punster, would my lot were cast,
Where the cobbler is unknown,
So that I might forget his last
And hear your own. (Gargo Repsky)
laziness - unwarranted repose of manner in a person of low degree.
learning - the kind of ignorance affected by (and affecting) civilised races, as distinguished from IGNORANCE, the sort of learning incurred by savages. See NONSENSE.
lecturer - one with his hand in your pocket, his tongue in your ear and his faith in your patience.
Leveller - the kind of political and social reformer who is more concerned to bring others down to his plane than to lift himself to theirs.
lighthouse - a tall building on the seashore in which the government maintains a lamp and a friend of a politician.
limb - the branch of a tree or the leg of an American woman.
linen - "a kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp." - Calcraft the Hangman.
literally - figuratively, as: "The pond was literally full of fish"; "The ground was literally alive with snakes," etc.
Literature - the collective body of writing of all mankind, excepting Hubert Howe Bancroft and Adair Welcker. Theirs are Illiterature.
logic - the art of thinking and reasoning in strict accordance with the limitations and incapacities of the human misunderstanding.
loss - privation of that which we had, or had not. Thus, in the latter sense, it is said of a defeated candidate that he "lost his election"; and of that eminent man, the poet Gilder, that he has "lost his mind". It is in the former and more legitimate sense, that the word is used in the famous epitaph:
Here Huntington's ashes long have lain
Whose loss is our own eternal gain,
For while he exercised all his powers
Whatever he gained, the loss was ours.
maiden - a young person of the unfair sex addicted to clewless conduct and views that madden to crime. The genus has a wide geographical distribution, being found wherever sought and deplored wherever found. The maiden is not altogether unpleasing to the eye, nor (without her piano and her views) insupportable to the ear, though in respect to comeliness distinctly inferior to the rainbow, and, with regard to the part of her that is audible, beaten out of the field by the canary - which, also, is more portable.
man - an animal so lost in rapturous contemplation of what he thinks he is as to overlook what he indubitably ought to be. His chief occupation is extermination of other animals and his own species, which, however, multiplies with such insistent rapidity as to infest the whole habitable earth and Canada.
manna - a food miraculously given to the Israelites in the wilderness. When it was no longer supplied to them they settled down and tilled the soil, fertilising it, as a rule, with the bodies of the original occupants.
mausoleum - the final, and funniest, folly of the rich.
medal - a small metal disk given as a reward for virtues, attainments or services more or less authentic. It is related that Bismarck, who had been awarded a medal for gallantly rescuing a drowning person, that, being asked the meaning of the medal, he replied: "I save lives sometimes." And sometimes he didn't.
mind - a mysterious form of matter secreted by the brain. Its chief activity consists in the endeavour to ascertain its own nature, the futility of the attempt being due to the fact that it has nothing but itself to know itself with. From the Latin, mens, a fact unknown to that honest shoe-seller, who, observing that his learned competitor over the way had displayed the motto "Mens conscia recti," emblazoned his own shop front with the words "Men's, women's and children's conscia recti."
Mormon - a follower of Joseph Smith, who received from an angel a revelation inscribed on brass plates and afterward revised and enlarged by his successor in the prophethood. While still an inoffensive people the Mormons were bitterly persecuted, their prophet assassinated, their homes burned and themselves driven into the desert, where they prospered, practiced polygamy and themselves took and hand in the game of persecution.
namby-pamby - having the quality of magazine poetry. (See FLUMMERY.)
oblivion - the state or condition in which the wicked cease from struggling and the dreary are at rest. Fame's eternal dumping ground. Cold storage for high hopes. A place where ambitious authors meet their works without pride and their betters without envy. A dormitory without an alarm clock.
pantheism - the doctrine that everything is God, in contradistinction to the doctrine that God is everything.
phoenix - the classical prototype of the modern "small hot bird."
pilgrim - a traveler that is taken seriously. A Pilgrim Father was one who, leaving Europe in 1620 because not permitted to sing psalms through his nose, followed it to Massachusetts, where he could personate God according to the dictates of his conscience.
pitiful - the state of an enemy or opponent after an imaginary encounter with oneself.
plague - in ancient times a general punishment of the innocent for admonition of their ruler, as in the familiar instance of Pharoah the Immune. The plague as we of today have the happiness to know it is merely Nature's fortuitous manifestation of her purposeless objectionableness.
platitude - the fundamental element and special glory of popular literature. A thought that snores in words that smoke. The wisdom of a million fools in the diction of a dullard. A fossil sentiment in artificial rock. A moral without the fable. All that is mortal of a departed truth. A demi-tasse of milk-and-morality. The Pope's-nose of a featherless peacock. A jellyfish withering on the shore of the sea of thought. The cackle surviving the egg. A desiccated epigram.
plaudit - the unit of currency in which the populace pays those who tickle and devour it.
pray - to ask that the laws of the universe be annulled in behalf of a single petitioner confessedly unworthy.
precedent - in Law, a previous decision, rule or practice which, in the absence of a definite statute, has whatever force and authority a Judge may choose to give it, thereby greatly simplifying his task of doing as he pleases. As there are precedents for everything, he has only to ignore those that make against his interest and accentuate those in the line of his desire. Invention of the precedent elevates the trial-at-law from the low estate of a fortuitous ordeal to the noble altitude of a dirigible abitrament.
precocious - a four-year-old who elopes with his sister's doll.
Presbyterian - one who holds the conviction that the governing authorities of the Church should be called presbyters.
Presidency - the greased pig in the field game of American politics.
President - the leading figure in a small group of men of whom - and of whom only - it is positively known that immense numbers of their countrymen did not want any of them for President.
prime - enough to make a cat vomit. "Try our 5cent Havana filler" and see if it isn't.
rational - devoid of all delusions save those of observation, experience and reflection.
retribution - the natural rock upon which is reared the Temple of Law.
revenge - sending your girl's love letters to your rival after he has married her.
riot - a popular entertainment given to the military by innocent bystanders.
rostrum - in Latin, the beak of a bird or the prow of a ship. In America, a place from which a candidate for office energetically expounds the wisdom, virtue and power of the rabble.
Sabbath - a weekly festival having its origins in the fact that God made the world in six days and was arrested on the seventh. Among the Jews the observance of the day was enforced by a Commandment of which this is the Christian version: "Remember the seventh day to make they neighbour keep it wholly." To the Creator it seemed fit and expedient that the Sabbath should be the last day of the week, but the Early Fathers of the Church held other views. So great is the sanctity of the day that even where the Lord holds a doubtful and precarious jurisdiction over those who go down to (and down into) the sea it is reverently recognised, as is manifest in the following deep-water version of the Fourth Commandment:
"Six days shalt thou labour and do all thou art able,
And on the seventh holystone the deck and scrape the cable."
Decks are no longer holystoned, but the cable still supplies the captain with opportunity to attest a pious respect for the divine ordinance.
sad - the efforts of musical debutantes:
"I'm saddest when I sing." Toodles
saint - a dead sinner revised and edited. "The Duchess of Orleans relates that the irreverent old Calumniator, Marshal Villeroi, who in his youth had known St Francis de Sales, said, on hearing him called a saint: 'I am delighted to hear that Monsieur de Sales is a saint. He was fond of saying indelicate things, and used to cheat at cards. In other respects he was a perfect gentleman, though a fool.'"
sardine - a small and very palatable fish, to which many unpalatable persons hesitate to compare themselves.
saw - a trite popular saying, or proverb. (Figurative and colloquial.) So called because it makes its way into a wooden head. Following are examples of old saws fitted with new teeth:
"Half a loaf is better than a whole one if there is much else."
"What is worth doing is worth the trouble of asking somebody to do it."
"He laughs best who last laughs least."
"Strike while your employer has a big contract."
tedium - ennui, the state or condition of one that is bored. Many fanciful derivations of the word have been affirmed, but so high an authority as Father Jape says that it comes from a very obvious source - the first words of the ancient Latin hymn Te Deum Laudamus. In this apparently natural derivation there is something that saddens.
telephone - an invention of the devil which abrogates some of the advantages of making a disagreeable person keep his distance.
Trinity - in the multiplex theism of certain Christian churches, three entirely distinct deities consistent with only one. Subordinate deities of the polytheistic faith, such as devils and angels, are not dowered with the power of combination, and must urge individually their claims to adoration and propitiation. The Trinity is one of the most sublime mysteries of our holy religion. In rejecting it because it is incomprehensible, Unitarians betray their inadequate sense of theological fundamentals. In religion we believe only what we do not understand, except in the instance of an intelligible doctrine that contradicts an incomprehensible one. In that case we believe the former as part of the latter.
truth - an ingenious compound of desirability and appearance. Discovery of truth is the sole purpose of philosophy, which is the most ancient occupation of the human mind and has a fair prospect of existing with increasing activity to the end of time.
tzetze (or tsetse) fly - an African insect (glossina morsitans) whose bite is commonly regarded as nature's most efficacious remedy for insomnia, though some patients prefer that of the American novelist (mendax interminabilis).
weather - the climate of an hour. A permanent topic of conversation among persons whom it does not interest, but who have inherited the tendency to chatter about it from naked arboreal ancestors whom it keenly concerned. The setting up of official weather bureaus and their maintenance in mendacity prove that even governments are accessible to suasion by the rude forefathers of the jungle.
worship - Homo Creator's testimony to the sound construction and fine finish of Deus Creatus. A popular form of abjection, having an element of pride.
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