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Friday, January 31, 2003
A Cure Thing
David Chelsea, who drew The Dawn Patrol's wonderful signature caricature (at left) writes, "You say you know what you believe is true because it cured your depression. Would you still believe if you hadn't been cured?"
No. Next question.
Seriously, that's almost a chicken-and-egg situation. The nature of my depression, matched with the nature of my religious experience, was such that my religious experience had to cure me.
With the kind of depression I had—what my then-shrink liked to call "existential depression"—I was outwardly rational except that I hated myself and wanted to die. I couldn't see any purpose of living with pain. To that end, I tried very hard to convince myself that there was no afterlife, and therefore no hell, because I wanted to think that I could end my pain by killing myself.
The positive side of belief in an afterlife—that there might be a heaven—was irrelevant to me. Without having a real and imminent sense of God's hand working throughout the universe, I couldn't see the point of enduring real and intense suffering for some intangible, far-off prize of happiness.
Looking back, I think of C.S. Lewis's observation in The Great Divorce that souls who are in Hell believe that Hell began for them on the day they were born, while souls who are in Heaven believe that Heaven began for them on the day they were born.
Although I don't feel particularly heavenly right now—I'm going through a period of personal loss, and not appreciating my blessings as much as I'd like—I do believe that, in a sense that I don't quite understand, I am in Heaven. And I have absolutely no doubt that, during the time when I suffered from cyclical suicidal depression (from about age 17 to age 31)—despite having a loving family, friends, and an often-exciting life—I was in Hell.
So, to return to David Chelsea's question, when I had a faith experience in late 1999 that convinced me both of the existence of God, and that He cared about me, that very knowledge, and the faith it brought, healed me.
One question that David did not ask, but which I think is relevant, is that of whether I would continue to believe in God even if I became depressed again. I think about that sometimes, although it's very frightening and painful to even think of returning to that former darkness. I do believe that, if I were to become depressed again, the depression would not be like it was before, because I know too much. I know that God exists, and I know that, even if my outward circumstances change, there is a truth—God's truth—that transcends appearances.
"For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ . . . . [T]hough our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:6, 16
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Thursday, January 30, 2003
Soon to Come: Very early tomorrow morning or later that afternoon, I'll post news of Eden hijinks at the site of the former Lone Star Roadhouse. In the meantime, please read at least the next post down, if you haven't already, and write to tell me what you think (see address at left;substitute the at-symbol for "-at-" [I used a spammer-foiling technique])—not necessarily of the Eden/Seavey dynamics, but of the larger issue. It's important to me. Thanks.
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Tuesday, January 28, 2003
[1/28/03, 12:37 p.m.: If you've already read the following, you'll note a slight addition to the last paragraph.]Be Kind—Rewind: Just when I thought that the clock had run out for comments on my time-telling brainteaser post and the ensuing "25 or 6 to 4" post, along comes a lengthy response from the man I'd called by the pseudonym J. But first, since I know Michael Malice (who, despite at least one reader's assumption, is not J.) has his fans among Dawn Patrol readers, I must share his response to my refusal to print a reader's comeback to one of his blog entries: Thank you from refraining from turning this into a pissing contest, since I (literally) don't understand why someone would care what I think, or why they would bother to send a "comeback." I like it much better when people just dismiss me as an asshole. . . Now for J.'s response. I did not mention his name in my original posts, because I wanted to highlight our philosophical differences without calling attention to our personal relationship. However, since he prefers to be identified, I'll allow him to identify himself, in the e-mail he sent me a couple of hours ago. I spoke with him after he sent it and he gave permission to print it along with my occasional bracketed comments:Dear Dawn,
Man.
You know I love you, but I must say I cannot for the life of me imagine a worse or more complicated analogy for differing moral/philosophical premises than the Carroll clocks story.
Carroll, who greatly appreciated math, was clearly not commenting on psychology at all except in so far as he was saying that one would have to be nuts to prefer being-precisely-correct only for two instants a day
(which is useless for any practical purposes) to being at least approximately correct, as with a slightly too slow or fast watch (which, it should be remembered, lots of people used back in those non-digital, imprecise days). That's the essence of his joke: that someone would ever be silly enough to defend the broken clock as useful.
So to torture and twist this into an analogy for a metaphysics debate in which the two participants disagree about fundamentals and therefore drift farther and farther apart forever more, let's see how many bizarre moves we have to make:
1. Simply ignore the broken clock (since I'm assuming you see me as a slow, slightly "off" watch and yourself as correct time), which is then doing no work in the analogy.
2. Analogize, in a way Carroll clearly never intended and in no way implies, the slow clock to a philosophical position.
3. Analogize correct time to another, more accurate philosophical position.
4. Imply (in a way he never does) some ongoing, perpetual deviation (as opposed to occasional resetting of the clocks).
5. Throw in the utterly unstated assumption that one of the aforementioned philosophical positions (both of them, as noted, themselves unmentioned and unimplied in the fable) is an unproven or a priori one like belief in a God.
6. And, if we're to take your first entry about all this seriously, throw in the side inference that the differing philosophical positions are in some way motivational, such as spurs to moral decision-making
(since you claimed it was all Carroll's effort to show that motivations matter—and I'm glad to see I wasn't the only reader baffled by this claim).
7. Ignore completely the fact that to the extent stopped watches are used as analogies for human thought at all, they are used pejoratively to connote extremely-rarely-accurate monomania (as in the case of a person who always thinks the British are coming and is finally correct one day out of seven thousand because the British happen to come), while —I think—neither Dawn nor Todd was supposed to be likened to a
monomaniac in our last philosophical conversation (unless you're saying belief in God is an erroneous monomaniacal belief, but that seems unlikely).
All I can say is, if that's an analogy, I can't imagine what two things in this world you wouldn't see as analogous to each other (and even if I've misinterpreted some portion of your interpretation, which
certainly seems likely, I can't imagine that the real story is going to be a much smoother one). Why not claim that the battle of Waterloo is an analogy for the differences between folk and rap music while you're
at it? Or that the difference between slavery and freedom is best understood through the story of the tortoise and the hare (perhaps by likening the heavy shell of the tortoise to whites of the old South—and just ignoring the hare altogether)?
Indeed, it's an overeagerness to make intuitive/analogizing leaps like that which ought to make observers seriously question whether someone can be trusted to draw any correct oracular hunches about the nature of the universe ("A flock of birds! That must mean we're going to win the war!! Dirt being washed off a horse! It's just like the fall of Rome!!"). And that's why some people are a bit more cautious than certain other people, though I'm not naming any names, about making big leaps of mystical inference from scanty evidence.
Carroll liked logic puzzles and depicting characters who make logical-sounding but illogical arguments, such as that a broken clock is useful. Let's not extrapolate too wildly beyond that or someone may get injured.
I love you, but I think you should leave the philosophical intuiting to others, my dear. (And Michael's basically arguing about completely different issues, and I'm too tired to get into all that, though I think the fact that he ends up having to respond to your piece by defending ethical egoism is itself an indication of how many light years removed the whole debate has gotten at that point from anything remotely like what was going through Lewis Carroll's mind when he wrote about broken clocks.)
But if you do make another foray into this territory (such as posting this e-mail, which I encourage), feel free to name me. No need for the "J." pseudonym. Without being called "Todd Seavey," I guess I sort of
feel like I'm not getting credit for my work. You might even consider restoring my trademark by referring to me as My Ex-Boyfriend Todd Seavey.
Whatever appellation makes you happy is O.K. by me, though. But if I ever get my own blog—and it's tempting, just so I can weigh in on spats like the Eden/Malice Conflict [What conflict?—Ed.]—I will kick asses and name names. . .metaphorically speaking, of course.
Respectfully,
Todd I love Todd, too.
As anyone who's read his Editor's Rants on HealthFactsandFears.com knows, Todd is a great arguer. Here, he has ably ripped my clock analogy to shreds. My mistake was in attempting to do it piecemeal. I used many examples—the stopped clock's showing how motives matter, the "off" clock's showing how two people can drift apart—but couldn't sustain any of them.
My real point, which I explained in my second post, was that Carroll's brainteaser resonated with me because, wittingly or unwittingly, it worked as a satire on "the futility of trying to explain a metaphysical concept that one knows is right."
In my Friday-night conversation with Todd, I gave him my Christian witness. But an eyewitness report is only valuable if the person who hears it believes that the witness has seen something outside his or her own imagination.
I know what God has done for me. I know how he has changed my mind, body, and spirit, and how he has healed me of suicidal depression. I suffered from that depression for 17 years, and it ended years before Todd knew me. I know how hard I tried to heal myself through books, therapy, friends, relationships, sex, and butterfingered attempts at grasping religious faith. And I know that, when God healed me, he did so in a dramatic, tremendously powerful way that I could only attribute to Him, and not to any wishful imagination on my part. For someone to then say that my faith makes me (along with every other theist, from William F. Buckley on down) mentally "off," and that this healing came from a mere hallucination—how can I respond to that? The reply I'd like to give is decidedly non-Christian: "Yo' mama's a hallucination."
But then I think of the condescending narrator of Carroll's brainteaser: "Why, suppose the clock points to eight o'clock, don't you see that the clock is right at eight o'clock? Consequently, when eight o'clock comes round your clock is right. " And I remember that, however real the object of my faith is to me, I cannot reasonably expect Todd to understand that whatever it is in me that really knows what time it is—whatever light of "truth and grace" he sees in me—comes from God.
"In Him was life, and the life was the light of men." (John 1:4)
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Monday, January 27, 2003
Winding Up the Clock Analogy: Today I was pleased to receive some friends' thoughtful replies to my last couple of posts. I also received an e-mail containing a sharp comeback to the post on Tanked Michael's Weblog in which Michael explained at length his motives for not returning the bracelet. While I'm tempted to do a Spy and print the e-mail about Michael [remember when Spy used to publish letters to The New Yorker?], I don't feel right printing outside comments about his blog when he himself is willing to consider questions (if not comments) from his own readers.
On a lighter note, people who saw me at Friday's "Outsider Music" show at Fez were treated to a rare sight, as I had boldly experimented upon my hair with a crimping iron. I'd thought it would make me look like a 1984 Macy's Juniors mannequin. In fact, with hair jutting out by my ears under my black leather cap, I looked like nothing so much as Finlay Currie as Magwitch, the convict in David Lean's production of "Great Expectations."
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Sunday, January 26, 2003
Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is? Having heard from both Tanked Michael and cartoonist (that's his self-portrait at right) Jeremiah Murphy that I failed to fully explain my Lewis Carroll reference, I would like to say a little more. I didn't want to go into too much detail in my earlier post, partly because I wanted to give a sense of my own inarticulateness and frustration in the conversation with J., and partly because I didn't know how to say what I wanted to say without sounding self-righteous. But this is a blog, and trying to fight the urge to champion one's beliefs in this medium is like trying to play a Sixties garage classic without a fuzzbox. So . . .
What struck me the most about Carroll's brainteaser was how brilliantly he satirized the futility of trying to explain a metaphysical concept that one knows is right. Using an example from my own circle of friends, when Tanked Michael picked up a gold bracelet that a woman dropped on the street, most of his friends who witnessed or heard about it believed that it would be right for him to return it. They may or may not have believed in God, but they believed that a higher concept of goodness should influence Michael to go against his desire to keep the jewelry. Yet, no amount of chiding on their part could make him agree that there was such a higher goodness, or that he should follow it. [UPDATE: Michael, who has posted a response to this post on his Web site, writes to me in an e-mail, "Just to be clear, I did not want that bracelet. I didn't want the woman to have it, which is not the same."]
How do we know the time? We get it from our clocks, which get it from the Atomic Clock or some such construction, which gets it from calculations which are ultimately based on the movement of the earth in relation to the sun. When we believe what our clock says, we allow ourselves to take on the clock's knowledge, so to speak.
Likewise, how do we know when we are right? If you believe in God—and this goes for Jews as well as Christians—then you believe that God is the source of rightness, and that being right means placing ourselves in a position where we admit God's knowledge, either by acknowledging it, or, as Christians would put it, allowing ourselves to take on his knowledge—to set ourselves by His clock, as it were.
But, as Carroll points out, using a transcendent metaphysical source for rightness strikes rational materialists—like J.—as a tautology. J. doesn't believe in a transcendent metaphysical source, so J. believes that those who point to that source are merely interpreting the world by their own rules—or by rules that other people made up. So J. is frustrated by my propounding a tautology, and I'm frustrated by my inability to make it seem like anything other than a tautology.
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