Questions.
We live in an age awash in stupid answers to even stupider questions. As we’ve been saying, the attainment of insight is a function of the tension produced by questioning.
If you don’t ask questions, you’ll have no insights, and you ask stupid questions, then it is as if all reality becomes Karine Jean Pierre, responding with impossibly stupid pseudo-answers. Instead of discovering what is the case, you’ll only find out what is not and cannot be the case.
More generally, there is a distinction between information and insight; the former is a passive reception, the latter an active achievement.
In order to reach these incurious idiots, the idiots will have to somehow discover their idiocy, but that’s painful, while such defensive postures as smugness, superiority, contempt, and disdain are fun (even if never funny, as proven by the likes of Colbert, Kimmel, Oliver, Fallon, et al).
lacks even the bare minimum of common ground necessary for rational engagement -- namely, respect for rational engagement itself.
The elite mob is "increasingly so deeply defined by disordered passions that it is incapable of reasoning, which is in large part what apologetics is all about.” As a result, progress is reduced to a one-way descent into pre-Christian barbarism.
Which reminds us of Chesterton’s description of the suicide of thought, and of the one thought that ought to be stopped -- that is, the thought that stops thought. But nowadays entire academic departments are devoted to stopping this thought and plunging us into the credentialed stupidity of relativism and sophistry.
While America is at the leading edge of this progressive eclipse of reality, wokeness is now our leading export, so the rest of anti-Christendom is catching up fast. The progressive left doesn’t mind our cultural imperialism so long as it ends in the conquest of intelligence and colonization of reality. Nor do they mind cultural appropriation, so long as it is their own insanity that is being appropriated.
What to do and where to begin? For "even the most air-tight, logically persuasive arguments... will have little, if any effect on people who have been catechized to believe their emotions, not their intellects.”
But perhaps this is nothing new, rather, the same old same old that’s been going on since the beginning, only painted a new color. Consider Orthodoxy, which was published in 1908 but will never get old:
Thoroughly worldly people never understand even the world; they rely altogether on a few cynical maxims which are not true.
Instead of insight, our age is characterized by a systematic anti-insight that amounts to an officially approved conspiracy theory. In fact, not only is it approved, it is mandatory, enforced by the state-media-academic-big tech industrial complex.
Chesterton describes what anti-insight looks like and how it functions: its
most sinister quality is a horrible clarity of detail; a connecting of one thing with another in a map more elaborate than a maze.
One of the names for this clear but conspiratorial connecting of dots is intersectionality. For example, it is the work of a moment to connect an imaginary “climate crisis” to an equally imaginary class of its victims.
Thus, our vice president easily discerned the connection of hurricane Ian to global warming, then telling us the state must dole out relief to the Communities of Color who are disparately impacted by the imaginary intersection of Climate Change and Black and Brown Bodies or something.
Which is perfectly reasonable, bearing in mind that “The madman is not the man who has lost his reason” but “the man who has lost everything but his reason.” For anyone can fall victim to reasoning with false premises, but it takes a real genius to do so with premises that aren’t even false.
Thus, “The madman’s explanation of a thing is always complete, and often in a purely rational sense satisfactory.” Any questions?
Chesterton is really on to something when he explains how such minds move “in a perfect but narrow circle. A small circle is quite as infinite as a larger circle; but, though it is quite as infinite, it is not so large. In the same way the insane explanation is quite as complete as the sane one, but not so large."
Turns out the metaphysician can do a lot with a circle, even everything to a certain extent. Schuon often writes of how the circle may provide a visual aid to the metaphysical conception of reality.
We begin with two circles, even though these are actually but two views of the same circle. One of them consists of concentric circles around an infinite point at the center, the other consisting of radii emanating from this central point toward infinitude.
The first thing to notice is that the concentric circles get smaller as we approach the center, even though the reality they symbolize is bigger (e.g., intellect is closer to the center than matter, but obviously the more encompassing).
At the center is, of course, God himself -- even the God-beyond-God, if you like, which is to say, the infinite apophatic ground and source of everything.
Running short on time. To be continued...
8 comments:
The thoughts you express today bring to mind Luke 11:29, wherein the Messiah notes that this generation asks for a sign, but none will be given, except those already known. In today's world and generations, and in consideration of the points you note, I do not know if even if a sign were given if it would be accepted, as facts of reality are largely swept aside because they do not correspond to the emotional input/output of many individuals seem to thrive on. And while my comment may seem to suggest a despairing outlook on my part, it is not despair, it is pity for those who riding the horizontal conveyor belt to oblivion, rather than pursuing insights to the vertical.
Thus, our vice president easily discerned the connection of hurricane Ian to global warming, then telling us the state must dole out relief to the Communities of Color who are disparately impacted by the imaginary intersection of Climate Change and Black and Brown Bodies or something.
Or as a headline I read yesterday maintained, "Climate change is making women fat."
John, the saddest part is that signs are given, literally every day, if one knows where and how to see.
Back in the early 2000s, before I was spiritually breach-rebirthed, so to speak, I wondered why we aren't in an age of grand miracles. For whatever reason, I was blessed to have my eyes pried open, and now I just try to roll with it. Every day is a miracle, even in this clown world we are suffering through. Just because I usually don't understand and it isn't necessarily what I want right now doesn't change that fact.
To Psircle back to your point, no sign was given because none could be given that they were capable of recognizing. At the time they demanded those signs, how many miracles had they seen performed before their very eyes, day in and day out, and yet they saw... nothing but dust. Heck, even in Moses' day, in spite of all the yuuuuuge miracles they had seen, at the first rest stop they whipped up a golden calf to replace their living, saving pillar of fire, made sacrifices to it and had an orgy.
People.
Great post Bob - thank you. Chesterton was an unmitigated genius…
'In the same way the insane explanation is quite as complete as the sane one, but not so large' Violet Gibson on 7th April 1926 tried to murder Mussolini in Rome while he was giving a speech expressing fascist views she disagreed with. Now the Irish State has moved to honor her murderous intent by erecting a plaque in her honor on the wall of 12 Merrion Square Dublin which was her childhood home.
Chesterton was indeed a genius. One of my favorite quotes from Orthodoxy:
"I did try to found a heresy of my own; and when I had put the last touches to it, I discovered that it was orthodoxy."
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy, New York: John Lane Company - London: John Lane, The Bodely Head, 1914, pg. 19
I always liked the concentric circles argument.
There’d always be some atheist smartass telling me they’d get right to praying if God would just momentarily appear in some irrefutably meaningful way. We’d already gone down the long laundry list of highly rationalized, projectionalized sins which Christians routinely and willfully commit in lieu of scripture but in the name of God, including the worship of false Republican idols.
And so I’d give him or her (but never “them”, “it” or “whatzit”) a thought experiment.
“Consider a two-dimensional world where everything appears to the two dimensional being as all points and lines of varying distances. If you lived in such a world, you’d always ‘know’ what a circle was because both ends always fade consistently away no matter what your viewpoint. But what if a circle contained a nested circle? How would you know that circle even existed?”
“Aha!” I’d then say, wagging my finger.
The atheist smartass would invariably tell me I’d lost my fucking mind and just walk away. I’d shout: “You’re gonna burn in hell, brother!” I’m beginning to realize that I shoulda just made God meaningful by kicking his ass instead.
Believing that he roars, the youth brays.
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