A long time ago Wendell Berry wrote a poem, "To The Unseeable Animal," which he introduces by quoting his daughter who, I am sure, inspired the poem that followed:
My daughter: "I hope there's an animal
somewhere that nobody has ever seen.
And I hope nobody ever sees it."
I confess it as a weakness, that it occurred to me that this poses an interesting puzzle to a quantum theoretician interested in the riddle of Schroedinger's Cat. It further occurs to me that that puzzle might contain, or be, its own solution. Ah, physics; ah, mathematics; ah, logic -- how readily and how eagerly you intrude. Quiet yourselves.
Set all that aside: Wendell writes the poem to the unseeable animal, and ends it thus:
That we do not know you
is your perfection
and our hope. The darkness
keeps us near you.
_______
The full poem is on p. 118 of Farming: A Hand Book, by Wendell Berry.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Tuesday, September 1, 2015
Wayne Dyer, RIP
Wayne Dyer died on Saturday, August 29, in Maui, Hawaii. He had been diagnosed with leukemia several years ago.
They called him a "self-help guru," and I suppose that he was. He wrote dozens of books, with titles like Change Your Thoughts - Change Your Life, Wishes Fulfilled, and Your Erroneous Zones, which produced quite a large following. I read several of his books, always with enjoyment. His 2005 book, The Power of Intention, I found particularly interesting.
I would like to have had a personal conversation with him. I never met the man in person, but I did meet him through his books. ( That's pretty much the reason why I read books anymore: to meet the authors. ) He came across as a man with an adventurous mind, and so he could not be boring; he had learned too much to be didactic; had met too many interesting people to be pumped up with himself. He had good ideas, and a pretty good way of fitting them together.
Dr. Dyer leaves behind a large family, numerous books, several hours of presentations on youtube, and some good quotes. Here are a couple of them:
They called him a "self-help guru," and I suppose that he was. He wrote dozens of books, with titles like Change Your Thoughts - Change Your Life, Wishes Fulfilled, and Your Erroneous Zones, which produced quite a large following. I read several of his books, always with enjoyment. His 2005 book, The Power of Intention, I found particularly interesting.
I would like to have had a personal conversation with him. I never met the man in person, but I did meet him through his books. ( That's pretty much the reason why I read books anymore: to meet the authors. ) He came across as a man with an adventurous mind, and so he could not be boring; he had learned too much to be didactic; had met too many interesting people to be pumped up with himself. He had good ideas, and a pretty good way of fitting them together.
Dr. Dyer leaves behind a large family, numerous books, several hours of presentations on youtube, and some good quotes. Here are a couple of them:
Thursday, August 20, 2015
Paul Craig Roberts on American Gullibility
Paul Craig Roberts came to my (only slight) attention when he was appointed by President Reagan as an Assistant Secretary of the Treasury. In that capacity he served, as far as he was able, in promoting a tax-reduction and other initiatives that came to be known as “Reaganomics,” an approach to Federal government policy that was respected by some (the few) and reviled by many (the followers of the American Establishment in media and government. Many people are unaware that the early "Reaganomics" initiatives were largely undercut and reversed in the later Reagan years by the opposition of the Republican-Democrat-Media establishment that has sought to control debate and oppose reforms for well over a century. Yes: do your homework and study your history.)
Since the Reagan era, Paul Craig Roberts has warned us, his countrymen — and anyone else who would listen — about the perversions, economic and political, that have increasingly overwhelmed our national policy and our national discourse, from the later Reagan Administration through the Bush41-Clinton-Bush43-Obama era.
Although he is well respected in “paleo-conservative” (old-traditional conservative) and “paleo-libertarian” (old-traditional libertarian and liberal) circles both in the U.S. and abroad, he is practically unknown to the main-stream of the American public, since he is shunned by the American media on which most of us depend for our political and economic news and information.
The brief article linked below is serious in its content and stark in its conclusions. I agree with it.
I appreciate your thoughtful commentary, whether pro or con.
When you go to his site, you will have to scroll down a few lines to get to the article.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Perhaps, Now
With certain objectives of the financial-military-industrial complex having been frustrated over the last few years; and
With certain deep and old alliances becoming strained; and because strained, exposed; and because exposed, strained further; and
With the sheer silliness and moral purposelessness of the American political (and religious) scene, all of it, increasingly apparent; --
Perhaps, now,
The coverup of the September 11 operation will continue to unravel; and the lies that have undergirded it, will become more exposed; and the truth that has been buried beneath them both will come much more to the light.
Then again, perhaps not now -- not yet.
But, perhaps, even now.
With certain deep and old alliances becoming strained; and because strained, exposed; and because exposed, strained further; and
With the sheer silliness and moral purposelessness of the American political (and religious) scene, all of it, increasingly apparent; --
Perhaps, now,
The coverup of the September 11 operation will continue to unravel; and the lies that have undergirded it, will become more exposed; and the truth that has been buried beneath them both will come much more to the light.
Then again, perhaps not now -- not yet.
But, perhaps, even now.
Thursday, June 25, 2015
"If you aren't for us you're against us"
It may surprise you (or it may not) that I am not quoting a recent president. Not at all.
Rather, I am quoting from a man who wrote these words in 1969, when the Johnson Administration was giving way to the Nixon Administration in this great country of ours. He wrote them at first privately to himself, and later published them in his well-known and well-respected book, A Continuous Harmony. The man is Wendell Berry. I will let him speak in his own words:
May 21
If you aren't for us you're against us, somebody is always saying. That seems to me a sad little pair of options, insofar as to any kind of intelligence the possibilities ought to be numerous, if not infinite. Intelligence consists in being for and against such things as political movements up to a point, which it is the task of intelligence to define. In my judgment intelligence never goes whole hog for anything public, especially political movements. Across the whole range of politics now (and I suppose always) you find people willing to act on the assumption that there is some simple abstraction that will explain and solve the problems of the world, and who go direct from the discovery of the abstraction to the forming of an organization to promote it. In my opinion those people are all about equally dangerous, and I don't believe anything they say.*
I really need to stop the quote now, because there is plenty to digest here already; and as anyone knows who has read Mr. Berry, there is an abundance of wisdom on either side of any snippet, even if that snippet is a long one; and that he put those other words there for a reason, and they really shouldn't be left out. (You'll need to buy the book.)
But I cannot resist the desire to add the very next sentence that follows ". . . I don't believe anything they say." Here it is:
What I hold out for is the possibility that a man can live decently without knowing all the answers, or believing that he does -- can live decently even in the understanding that life is unspeakably complex and unspeakably subtle in its complexity.*
Thank you, Wendell Berry, for words that help me to take from them, and from you, more of both humility (I hope) and courage.
_______
* Wendell Berry, A Continuous Harmony: Essays Cultural and Agricultural. (Berkeley, CA: Counterpoint. 2012 edition.) p. 49.
Rather, I am quoting from a man who wrote these words in 1969, when the Johnson Administration was giving way to the Nixon Administration in this great country of ours. He wrote them at first privately to himself, and later published them in his well-known and well-respected book, A Continuous Harmony. The man is Wendell Berry. I will let him speak in his own words:
May 21
If you aren't for us you're against us, somebody is always saying. That seems to me a sad little pair of options, insofar as to any kind of intelligence the possibilities ought to be numerous, if not infinite. Intelligence consists in being for and against such things as political movements up to a point, which it is the task of intelligence to define. In my judgment intelligence never goes whole hog for anything public, especially political movements. Across the whole range of politics now (and I suppose always) you find people willing to act on the assumption that there is some simple abstraction that will explain and solve the problems of the world, and who go direct from the discovery of the abstraction to the forming of an organization to promote it. In my opinion those people are all about equally dangerous, and I don't believe anything they say.*
I really need to stop the quote now, because there is plenty to digest here already; and as anyone knows who has read Mr. Berry, there is an abundance of wisdom on either side of any snippet, even if that snippet is a long one; and that he put those other words there for a reason, and they really shouldn't be left out. (You'll need to buy the book.)
But I cannot resist the desire to add the very next sentence that follows ". . . I don't believe anything they say." Here it is:
What I hold out for is the possibility that a man can live decently without knowing all the answers, or believing that he does -- can live decently even in the understanding that life is unspeakably complex and unspeakably subtle in its complexity.*
Thank you, Wendell Berry, for words that help me to take from them, and from you, more of both humility (I hope) and courage.
_______
* Wendell Berry, A Continuous Harmony: Essays Cultural and Agricultural. (Berkeley, CA: Counterpoint. 2012 edition.) p. 49.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
The Spiritual Charity of C. S. Lewis
I have for a long time watched with pleasure and gratitude as many of my Evangelical Christian brothers and sisters have discovered and embraced some of the writings of C. S. Lewis -- mainly because I know how much he has meant as an imaginative Christian mentor to me since I discovered him in my very early twenties. Misery is not the only thing that loves company -- so does Pleasure, and especially Spiritual Pleasure.
I observe, though, that much of the evangelical embracing of Lewis has focused on his (excellent) spiritual fantasies -- the Chronicles of Narnia, which are then compared and contrasted with the (excellent) Lord of the Rings fantasies of his friend and fellow-writer J. R. R. Tolkien, and the desire (also excellent) to draw from them some useful spiritual relevance to our own individual (or cultural) lives.
But other of Lewis's writings -- his serious studies of words, language, philosophy, and theology have been relatively neglected by evangelical readers; and I suspect that I know a part of the reason for that: in some ways his serious (non-fantasy) writings raise some implicit challenges, or at least questions, to some evangelical assumptions or predilections. One of those assumptions, or predilections, is that evangelical understandings are "righter" than the theological or spiritual understandings of others, and by a tempting logic, then, the "others" are "wronger;" and therefore, again by predilection or presumption, the viewpoints or experiences of "others" are seen as increasingly "inferior," or "contemptible," or even "damnable." And thus we have the continual stream of invective and outrage that continues to characterize too much of the evangelical sphere-of-conversation.
I raise, as a kind of counterpoise, a bit of commentary by Lewis that is contained in one of his less-well-known books, Letters to an American Lady, which was compiled by professor Clyde Kilby of Wheaton College back in the mid-60s. (Lewis's letter which I quote here is from the early 50s).
First, I should give a bit of background. Mrs. ------- , the "American lady," (whom Lewis never met), has struck up a correspondence with him. She has some family problems and some financial problems, and is about to leave the Episcopal communion in favor of the Roman Catholic communion. Lewis is, of course Anglican (Episcopalian) himself.
Here comes his response, in his own words. See if you can spot the point at which modern evangelicals might register disturbance:
Magdalen College,
Oxford
Nov. 10th 1952
Dear Mrs. -------
It is a little difficult to explain how I feel that tho' you have taken a way which is not for me I nevertheless can congratulate you -- I suppose because your faith and joy are so obviously increased. Naturally, I do not draw from that the same conclusions as you -- but there is no need for us to start a controversial correspondence! I believe we are very near to one another, but not because I am at all on the Rome-ward frontier of my own communion. I believe that, in the present divided state of Christendom, those who are at the heart of each division are all closer to one another than those who are at the fringes. I would even carry this beyond the borders of Christianity: how much more one has in common with a real Jew or Muslim than with a wretched liberalising, occidentalised specimen of the same categories. Let us by all means pray for one another: it is perhaps the only form of "work for re-union" which never does anything but good. God bless you.
Yours most sincerely
C. S. Lewis*
See the spiritual charity? See the possible point of disturbance?
I wish to make my own point clear: I am not at all -- not at all -- concerned that Lewis has "gone too far," has "thrown away the game," "doesn't get it," or has "outright apostatized." He most certainly has not.
I am concerned that far too many of my evangelical brothers and sisters might think that. And that in so doing, they would prove C. S. Lewis's point.
_______
* C. S. Lewis. Letters to an American Lady. Edited by Clyde S. Kilby (Grand Rapids, Michigan: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company: 1967) p. 11.
I observe, though, that much of the evangelical embracing of Lewis has focused on his (excellent) spiritual fantasies -- the Chronicles of Narnia, which are then compared and contrasted with the (excellent) Lord of the Rings fantasies of his friend and fellow-writer J. R. R. Tolkien, and the desire (also excellent) to draw from them some useful spiritual relevance to our own individual (or cultural) lives.
But other of Lewis's writings -- his serious studies of words, language, philosophy, and theology have been relatively neglected by evangelical readers; and I suspect that I know a part of the reason for that: in some ways his serious (non-fantasy) writings raise some implicit challenges, or at least questions, to some evangelical assumptions or predilections. One of those assumptions, or predilections, is that evangelical understandings are "righter" than the theological or spiritual understandings of others, and by a tempting logic, then, the "others" are "wronger;" and therefore, again by predilection or presumption, the viewpoints or experiences of "others" are seen as increasingly "inferior," or "contemptible," or even "damnable." And thus we have the continual stream of invective and outrage that continues to characterize too much of the evangelical sphere-of-conversation.
I raise, as a kind of counterpoise, a bit of commentary by Lewis that is contained in one of his less-well-known books, Letters to an American Lady, which was compiled by professor Clyde Kilby of Wheaton College back in the mid-60s. (Lewis's letter which I quote here is from the early 50s).
First, I should give a bit of background. Mrs. ------- , the "American lady," (whom Lewis never met), has struck up a correspondence with him. She has some family problems and some financial problems, and is about to leave the Episcopal communion in favor of the Roman Catholic communion. Lewis is, of course Anglican (Episcopalian) himself.
Here comes his response, in his own words. See if you can spot the point at which modern evangelicals might register disturbance:
Magdalen College,
Oxford
Nov. 10th 1952
Dear Mrs. -------
It is a little difficult to explain how I feel that tho' you have taken a way which is not for me I nevertheless can congratulate you -- I suppose because your faith and joy are so obviously increased. Naturally, I do not draw from that the same conclusions as you -- but there is no need for us to start a controversial correspondence! I believe we are very near to one another, but not because I am at all on the Rome-ward frontier of my own communion. I believe that, in the present divided state of Christendom, those who are at the heart of each division are all closer to one another than those who are at the fringes. I would even carry this beyond the borders of Christianity: how much more one has in common with a real Jew or Muslim than with a wretched liberalising, occidentalised specimen of the same categories. Let us by all means pray for one another: it is perhaps the only form of "work for re-union" which never does anything but good. God bless you.
Yours most sincerely
C. S. Lewis*
See the spiritual charity? See the possible point of disturbance?
I wish to make my own point clear: I am not at all -- not at all -- concerned that Lewis has "gone too far," has "thrown away the game," "doesn't get it," or has "outright apostatized." He most certainly has not.
I am concerned that far too many of my evangelical brothers and sisters might think that. And that in so doing, they would prove C. S. Lewis's point.
_______
* C. S. Lewis. Letters to an American Lady. Edited by Clyde S. Kilby (Grand Rapids, Michigan: William B. Eerdmans Publishing Company: 1967) p. 11.
Monday, June 22, 2015
On This Day 1941
On this day, 22 June 1941, the war machine that was called Nazi Germany intentionally collided with the war machine that was called the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics.
It was not the beginning of the Second World War, but a continuation and expansion of it. That war had begun in September 1939, according to the history books. Or, if you take the longer view of Dean Acheson, the war was itself a continuation of the European Civil War which had begun in 1914 when the powder-keg was set off for what would be called World War I. Or you could think back as far as the Napoleonic Wars. Or you could take an even longer view, and say . . . you get the idea, I think.
There were bad guys, and there were bad guys, and there were yet other bad guys. But however bad they were in 1941, they were even worse by 1945, when the war business shuddered to a halt in the summer of 1945, four very long and very destructive years later.
There were plenty of bad guys who survived the war. And there were plenty of "good guys" who didn't. (Really, they were just ordinary guys -- there were not many of them who were extraordinary saints). I could paint the horrors in romantic terms, speaking of "maelstroms of war," the "vortex of destruction," the "tragedies of the battlefields," and so forth; but really, the whole business is better (because more factually) described as a mathematical summation of men conscripted and wounded and killed; women conscripted and raped and killed; children scared and abandoned and killed; war equipment manufactured and perfected and destroyed; arms factories painstakingly constructed, feverishly worked, and eventually destroyed or abandoned; farms and crops and sheep and cattle and horses devoured; villages smashed; whole cities, both ancient and modern, artilleried and firebombed into smoldering ruins; prisoner-of-war camps that would be filled, and liberated, and emptied, not necessarily in that order.
European civilization was destroying itself, with the ready assistance of some outsiders. They served their gods -- whether Mars or Mammon or Molech, I do not know: perhaps it was the entire Unholy Trinity -- and their gods served them up to themselves.
It has been said that even the best of the battle plans do not survive the first five minutes of contact with the enemy. The promise of martial glory may, to be sure, survive much longer -- Churchill, at least, seems to have been convinced that it did -- but I do not believe that even martial glory survives to the end of a war, at least not in the minds of those who have suffered through it. The victory parades, the posthumous bravery medals, and the unctuous speeches are for the benefit of the home folks who have not had to see it: the war widows, the Rosie Riveters, and the managers of the military-industrial complex who must justify their sacrifices, both real and imagined; and these, the victory speeches and all the rest, are manufactured and distributed by the Establishments, the elites and their faithful servants in sprawling government offices or chaotic newsrooms. I was going to say that they were all cynical, but that is not necessarily true -- many may have come to sincerely believe their own propaganda.
However long the martial glory lasts -- even that martial glory that attaches to the venerable old battle flags in the war museums, and lingers long in the sacred stories of surviving veterans told with tears in the eyes that must be wiped away by the stump of an arm -- graveyards last longer, whether they are national cemeteries, or shallow graves hastily dug and left unmarked, or the Atlantic Ocean.
But I have gotten ahead of myself. On that bright summer solstice day in 1941, when Operation Barbarossa began on the Eastern Front, there were millions of men, women, and children who were not yet dead, wounded, or missing. The Siege of Leningrad had not yet happened, nor Stalingrad; nor Dresden, nor Hiroshima; nor Pearl Harbor, even. But they would.
On this Eastern Front Remembrance Day, it might be well to gather the family and friends around for a re-showing of the movie Enemy at the Gates, in which Jude Law, Ed Harris, Joseph Fiennes, and a large supporting cast portray a part of the Battle of Stalingrad. You might even let the children watch it: oh, I know it is rated R for "war violence, and some sexuality," but this:
Plenty of children had to live (or die) through precisely this, and through much worse than this.
And, after watching this, the next time you are tempted to glorify war, any war, the children will be primed to ask you the questions that you should have asked, and answered correctly, yourself.
If there is some member of the Unholy Trinity you secretly worship, remember this: the Lord of All Worlds has said of Himself, that He will make wars to cease to the ends of the earth.
And before that good day comes, He has also said, "Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the sons of God." Let us fully intend to fulfill that good and high calling.
It was not the beginning of the Second World War, but a continuation and expansion of it. That war had begun in September 1939, according to the history books. Or, if you take the longer view of Dean Acheson, the war was itself a continuation of the European Civil War which had begun in 1914 when the powder-keg was set off for what would be called World War I. Or you could think back as far as the Napoleonic Wars. Or you could take an even longer view, and say . . . you get the idea, I think.
There were bad guys, and there were bad guys, and there were yet other bad guys. But however bad they were in 1941, they were even worse by 1945, when the war business shuddered to a halt in the summer of 1945, four very long and very destructive years later.
There were plenty of bad guys who survived the war. And there were plenty of "good guys" who didn't. (Really, they were just ordinary guys -- there were not many of them who were extraordinary saints). I could paint the horrors in romantic terms, speaking of "maelstroms of war," the "vortex of destruction," the "tragedies of the battlefields," and so forth; but really, the whole business is better (because more factually) described as a mathematical summation of men conscripted and wounded and killed; women conscripted and raped and killed; children scared and abandoned and killed; war equipment manufactured and perfected and destroyed; arms factories painstakingly constructed, feverishly worked, and eventually destroyed or abandoned; farms and crops and sheep and cattle and horses devoured; villages smashed; whole cities, both ancient and modern, artilleried and firebombed into smoldering ruins; prisoner-of-war camps that would be filled, and liberated, and emptied, not necessarily in that order.
European civilization was destroying itself, with the ready assistance of some outsiders. They served their gods -- whether Mars or Mammon or Molech, I do not know: perhaps it was the entire Unholy Trinity -- and their gods served them up to themselves.
It has been said that even the best of the battle plans do not survive the first five minutes of contact with the enemy. The promise of martial glory may, to be sure, survive much longer -- Churchill, at least, seems to have been convinced that it did -- but I do not believe that even martial glory survives to the end of a war, at least not in the minds of those who have suffered through it. The victory parades, the posthumous bravery medals, and the unctuous speeches are for the benefit of the home folks who have not had to see it: the war widows, the Rosie Riveters, and the managers of the military-industrial complex who must justify their sacrifices, both real and imagined; and these, the victory speeches and all the rest, are manufactured and distributed by the Establishments, the elites and their faithful servants in sprawling government offices or chaotic newsrooms. I was going to say that they were all cynical, but that is not necessarily true -- many may have come to sincerely believe their own propaganda.
However long the martial glory lasts -- even that martial glory that attaches to the venerable old battle flags in the war museums, and lingers long in the sacred stories of surviving veterans told with tears in the eyes that must be wiped away by the stump of an arm -- graveyards last longer, whether they are national cemeteries, or shallow graves hastily dug and left unmarked, or the Atlantic Ocean.
But I have gotten ahead of myself. On that bright summer solstice day in 1941, when Operation Barbarossa began on the Eastern Front, there were millions of men, women, and children who were not yet dead, wounded, or missing. The Siege of Leningrad had not yet happened, nor Stalingrad; nor Dresden, nor Hiroshima; nor Pearl Harbor, even. But they would.
On this Eastern Front Remembrance Day, it might be well to gather the family and friends around for a re-showing of the movie Enemy at the Gates, in which Jude Law, Ed Harris, Joseph Fiennes, and a large supporting cast portray a part of the Battle of Stalingrad. You might even let the children watch it: oh, I know it is rated R for "war violence, and some sexuality," but this:
Plenty of children had to live (or die) through precisely this, and through much worse than this.
And, after watching this, the next time you are tempted to glorify war, any war, the children will be primed to ask you the questions that you should have asked, and answered correctly, yourself.
If there is some member of the Unholy Trinity you secretly worship, remember this: the Lord of All Worlds has said of Himself, that He will make wars to cease to the ends of the earth.
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