Friday, September 11, 2020

I'll See Your Theory and Raise You One Vision

And now the rest of the post -- the one about all there is to know about all there is. Clarke continues:

The entire mental life of man consists in gradually filling in this at first conceptually empty and indeterminate but limitless horizon of being with increasingly determinate conceptual comprehension, as we step by step come to know one part of this totality after another.

The "conceptually empty and indeterminate but limitless horizon of being" is none other than O; while the endlessly flowing knowledge thereof is (k). Our intellectual life assumes the structure of O --> (k).

Of course, we can always turn that around and adopt a (k) --> O approach; this is acceptable so long as we don't go too far. For it is possible -- or maybe even likely -- to superimpose (k) over O, with the result that we are no longer in touch with reality, but only our little theory about it.

If and when a particular (k) --> O becomes rigid and static, this is precisely the point at which the idea becomes ideology, science becomes scientism, and philosophy becomes philodoxy. You could say Socrates is killed all over again. Scott Adams claims President Trump is the most successful stand-up comedian of all time. He's certainly the most successful today, but we'll have to wait another 2400 years to find out if we're still reading his wisecracks, as we are with Socrates:

I am only too conscious that I have no claim to wisdom, great or small. So what can he [the O-racle] mean by asserting that I am the wisest man in the world?

....[B]y dog, gentlemen -- for I must be frank with you -- my honest impression was this. It seemed to me, as I pursued my investigation, that those men with the greatest reputations for being wise, were almost entirely deficient, while others who were supposed to be their inferiors were much better qualified in practical intelligence.

To paraphrase the immortal gagfly, "it seems that I am wiser than our so-called elites -- our media-tenure complex -- to this small extent, that at least I don't freaking pretend to know what I don't know, or to presume expertise in one subject just because I know a little about another. I'm not Fredo Cuomo, let alone Paul Krugman."

So, (k) --> O is fine, so long as (k) is used to probe and explore O, not to foreclose it. The same applies to religion, by the way. Don't light a match to try to illuminate the sun!

Speaking of which, just as the sun exerts a powerful gravitational pull on us, so too does O. You could even say that O is the sun, or central star, of our intellectual and spiritual life; specifically, it attracts via love, truth, beauty, and unity.

Angelus Silesius: The abyss in me calls out to the abyss in God. Tell me, which is deeper?

Correct: the latter. Nevertheless, our little earth does indeed exert a gravitational attraction on the sun. Does the sun feel it? Does God hear our prayers?

We'll come back to that question in a subsequent post. For now, let's just say that the Divine Attractor

gives full intelligibility to the horizon of being itself, as its unifying center and source, and also confers full and magnificent intelligibility on the natural dynamism of my mind and the whole intellectual life arising out of it.

Yup. We are oriented to this "ultimate Fullness," to "the ultimate Whereunto of [our] whole intellectual life":

This at once launches us in a new direction, no longer along merely horizontal lines at the same level of things, but in a vertical ascent toward qualitatively ever-higher and richer realities.

Yesireebob, we "suddenly become aware in a kind of epiphany of self-discovery precisely that its very nature is to be an inexhaustible abyss that can comprehend and leap beyond any finite or series of finites..."

This goes to what we symbolize (¶), which is drawn and

magnetized toward an actually existing, totally fulfilling goal, which confers upon it total and magnificent meaningfulness and opens before it a destiny filled with inexhaustible light and hope.

You could say that "Man is an embodied affirmation of the Infinite," which goes to the reality of Incarnation and all it implies. But for now we'll leave off with this:

If I accept and listen to this radical innate pull of my nature as intellectual being, if I accept this nature gratefully and humbly as a gift, I will affirm with conviction the existence of the ultimate Fullness and Center of all being, the lodestar that draws my intelligence ever onward.

Amen. For a child's job.

11 comments:

julie said...

Does God hear our prayers?

He answers them, sometimes subtly, and other times spectacularly, so probably yes...

Anonymous said...

Maybe we need more stories about answered prayers around here? I for one, might be inspired.

julie said...

How much time do you have?

How about this:

I prayed for several years that at some point, my husband might be open to the idea of going to church. Never really expected it to happen, as it's something you can't (or shouldn't, in my experience) argue someone into. One day, we move to Florida, across the continent from everyone and everything. A year later, having bought a house in a new neighborhood, our boy developed a seizure disorder. We needed friends, and a community, and a church; I prayed from the heart. Went to a playground we didn't usually go to, and met a family who had just been to a Bible study session (though I didn't know at the time) and were inspired, for whatever reason, to come to that particular park for the first and last time. They saw my little one bang his face against the picnic table, because the first round of meds didn't work for him. When I explained what had happened, she understood because she was a pharmacist. Long story short, this family took our little family under their wing, and over time brought us into a wonderful community. At the same time, I asked my husband if he'd mind if I started taking the kids to church. Not only was he for it, he wanted to participate. Fast forward almost two years, and on Easter weekend of 2015, we entered as a family into the Catholic Church.

That summer, by Grace, we were also married in the Church. More than a renewal of vows, it was an opportunity to right a grave wrong from our original wedding ceremony, when I had refused to invite my father (longer story). The rift was long since mended, but my Dad still carried the hurt. One day, in the summer of 2014, he mentioned off-handedly (but very seriously) that if we ever renewed our vows he wanted to be there. I laughed at the time and said I would be sure to let him know, but didn't realize that after we were brought into the Church we were supposed to also be married in the Church as a Sacrament. When I learned that, and we had the date set, I couldn't wait to tell my dad. He finally got to walk me down the aisle, for real; just a bit delayed. Not sure if I can express the magnitude of that unexpected blessing.

TL;DR: my whole life has been a series of answered prayers. Not always the answers I want, by any stretch, but certainly the answers I have needed. All things do work to the good for those who love God; I have seen it, and can't deny it. Even when we don't understand, even when it hurts.

Pray. He is listening, and he does answer, if you have eyes to see and a willingness to let Him show you the way you need to go.

Anonymous said...

Thanks. That was a good story. I used to pray for my football team to win. But it was only after the players themselves started praying that they did start winning. Maybe that's part of the secret to praying success?

Anybody else? Dupree, Petey, Sweet Tits, or one of the other Anonymii?

Anonymous said...

Hello All:

Julie, your account of assistance from God is inspiring. We can all look at our lives and see places where God interceded and gave us what was needed or cause essential events to happen.

People will often find themselves encountering books or media which are particularly useful at certain stages of their lives. The needed book kind of makes it way to you, right on cue.

The rishis asserted some of this intervention comes from your own soul; besides the part incarnated in you, there is a section of yourself which remains unborn and helps out as much as it is able to from its Heavenly vantage point. Not only that, the part which is born and is inside you, can make things happen for you as well. God intervenes directly as well for a large percentage of these saving graces. It is a team effort. It gets done.

A huge part of receiving needed help is staying out of the way; curb cravings, appetites, desires, fascinations, addictions, and infatuations. These strong forces can defeat the guiding forces and leave you open to adverse happenstance. Be calm and mellow.

-Jenny Collossal

Anonymous said...

Great Post Gagdad, glad to see Socrates quoted.

Socrates was accused of corrupting youth with his "radical" views. The truth? The Athenian elites couldn't handle the truth.

Are there any modern day Socrates figures around? Who might these be? What are they saying that could cause elites to vilify them?

Is one of these figures...Gagdad Bob?

-Mustafa Mond

Nicolás said...

As long as they do not take him seriously, the man who speaks the truth can live for a while in a democracy. Then, the hemlock.

Anonymous said...

Alright, who let Nicolás in here? And who does he want to be taking the hemlock?

Does/did Nicolás have any inspirational answered prayer stories to tell? (besides the really long-winded one where he wanted aphorisms for Christmas)

Nicolás said...

Nothing that satisfies our expectations fulfills our hopes.

Anonymous said...

The rishis recommended not speaking about experiences of gifts and grace until these were some years in the past. Speaking of them soon after they occurred was thought to dilute the force and effect of the gifts and graces.

That I'd pass that nugget along.

It is thought advisable to keep any current experiences under the hat.

-Jo Kengi

Anonymous said...

Methinks we need to be upping our fishers of men game.

Without proper proof, or proper witnessing, we're pretty much left with shaming. I tried street corner shaming witnessing, but a vagrant peed in my donations cup.

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