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Legends of the Fall (2008)

What a fall!  First, the Philadelphia Phillies win the World Series, thus ending the “Curse of Billy Penn.”

Phils Win 

Then, we (much-maligned) Americans elect our first African American to the Presidency, which, while not finally ending the curse* on this nation from our slave-holding past, is certainly an historic step forward to, it is fervently to be hoped, a post-racist future.

President-Elect Obama

And, me?  I’m back in the classroom again after a brief 11 year layoff, teaching about that which most needs teaching about:

Aristotle Contemplating a Bust of Homer

Rembrandt van Rijn
Aristotle contemplating a bust of Homer
1653
Oil on canvas
143.5 x 136.5 cm
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

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* “Advancement—improvement in condition—is the order of things in a society of equals. As
labor is the common burden of our race, so the effort of some to shift their share of the burden
on to the shoulders of others is the great durable curse of the race. Originally a curse for
transgression upon the whole race, when, as by slavery, it is concentrated on a part only, it
becomes the double-refined curse of God upon his creatures.”  — Abraham Lincoln, 1854

Wholeness Manifesto–Preamble…

A specter is haunting Academia—the specter  of the Whole.  All the powers of Academia have entered into an unholy alliance to exorcise this specter:  Disciplinarity and Specialization, Professionalization and Commercialization, Institutionalization and Governmentality.

Where is the party in opposition that has not been decried as proponents of New Age holism, cheap integralism, or homogenized sophism?  Where is the opposition that has not hurled back the branding reproach of “homogenizer,” against the more advanced opposition parties, as well as against its reactionary adversaries.

Two things result from this fact:

  1. The Whole is already acknowledged by all Academic powers to be itself a power.
  2. It is high time that seekers of wisdom and wholeness should openly, in the face of the entire fragmented and broken world, publish their views, their aims, their tendencies, and meet this nursery tale of the Specter of the Whole with a manifesto of the party (which cannot be one) itself.

Transdisciplinarity: Declaration of Independents (or, better, Interdependents)!

We’re coming to the end of the presidential election season here in the U.S.  As usual, the race is a close one and will very likely be decided by independent voters.  In fact, “independent” is the nation’s largest “political party”—more registered voters identify themselves as independent than either Republican or Democrat.  According to a recent Pew Research Center poll of registered voters, 27% identified themselves Republican, and 36% identified themselves as Democrats.  That means 37% of registered voters consider themselves independents!  (Not to mention those voters who registered in one of the two major parties but still vote independently.)

Back in January of this year, Stanley Fish lamented this state of affairs in his always-provocative New York Times blog, Think Again (“Against Independent Voters”).  In that piece, Fish, Davidson-Kahn Distinguished University Professor and a professor of law at Florida International University, and dean emeritus of the College of Liberal Arts and Sciences at the University of Illinois at Chicago, complained that the idea that independent voters are (or are even seen to be) smarter, more reflective, more serious voters than party partisans is all wrong.  He writes:

The assumption is that if we were all independent voters, the political process would be in much better shape.

This seems to me to be a dubious proposition, especially if the word “political” in the phrase “political process” is taken seriously. Those who yearn for government without politics always invoke abstract truths and moral visions (the good life, the fair society, the just commonwealth) with which no one is likely to disagree because they have no content. But sooner rather than later someone gives these abstractions content, and when that happens, definitional disputes break out immediately, and after definitional disputes come real disputes, the taking of sides, the applying of labels (both the self-identifying kind and the accusing kind) and, pretty soon, the demonization of the other. In short, politics, which is what independent voters hate.

Not so.  At least it is not so in my case nor in the case of any of the independents I talk politics with.  We tend to think that it’s the parties that quash politics, not the other way around.  Parties hate politics.  Look at the punishments meted out by the national parties to non-compliant states that move their primary dates to be “more competitive”–in other words, to have more of a role in the politics of selecting a nominee for their party.  Look at the energetic efforts at re-districting that go on in order to reduce competition in local politics.  Look at the strong-arm tactics parties use to get “difficult” candidates out of the race before, heaven forbid, someone votes for them.  Look at the censorship that goes on every four years during the national conventions, quashing participation by party members with dissenting points of view on this or that issue.

When Fish’s piece was published, I had a lot more to say about it.  The point I’d like to make here is that there seems to me an analogy between the way Fish looks at independents in politics and the way many academics, administrators and faculty alike, tend to look at research and learning.  Academia functions in a sort of a party system.  It is not a two party system—in fact, there are hundreds and hundreds (at least!) of parties—namely, the disciplines, sub-disciplines, and sub-sub-disciplines that make up the academic institutional landscape.  And it might be that those of us advocating for transdisciplinarity might be viewed in a similar way as Fish views independent voters.

Let me paraphrase Fish, substituting transdisciplinary ideas for independent political ones:

“Those who yearn for academia without the stranglehold of disciplines always invoke abstract truths and moral visions (wisdom, the whole, wholeness, integral knowledge, the unity or “symphony” of knowledge, synthesis, metaphysical vision, etc.) with which no one is likely to disagree because they have no content. But sooner rather than later someone gives these abstractions content, and when that happens, definitional disputes break out immediately, and after definitional disputes come real disputes, the taking of sides, the applying of labels (both the self-identifying kind and the accusing kind) and, pretty soon, the demonization of the other. In short, discipline, which is what transdisciplinary proponents hate.”

The honest transdisciplinarian ought to feel the twinge of recognition in these charges—and the situation might even be worse.  In fact, I think there are factions who do disagree with these aims, not only because they may “have no content” but also because they may be dangerous ideas.  Certainly, it sets a challenge:  what do wisdom, wholeness, synthesis, and the unity of knowledge really mean?  Would pursuit of these aims blur disciplinary distinctions, homogenize our knowledge into a “least-common-denominator” gruel, leaving us without sharp distinctions and clear ideas?

Just as Fish presents a caricature of the independent voter, this academic paraphrase gives us only a caricature of what transdisciplinarity is all about.  Yes, there may be independent voters guilty as charged by Fish, and we at Metanexus have run into more than our fair share of ten-page “theories of everything” that are supposed to answer all of humanity’s questions once and for all (but are nothing but nonsense).  But the transdisciplinarians I know from all around the world love to engage in definitional disputes.  They do “take sides”—just not along established disciplinary lines.  Watching the television ads this election cycle (any election cycle) provides enough evidence that in politics the two parties demonize each other, and independents do tend to hate that.  But in academia, the same thing happens.  Witness the absurd and embarrassing battles between “Continental” and “Analytic” philosophy, or how pro- and anti-string-theorists will write about each other.  Not to mention the now tedious “battle between science and religion” that goes on in the popular press (but that generally—at least at that level—exhibits very little in the way of thought or insight).  Academic politics can be brutal!  But not necessarily just in cases where, as Henry Kissinger was purported to have said, “so little is at stake,” but also when so much is at stake—namely, the truth about how things are.

But the transdisciplinarians I know are the least likely to “demonize” their colleagues with whom they have disagreements.  They are most likely to be open to genuine collaboration and fruitful dialogue.  They are least likely to get caught up in academic “turf wars” and most likely to reap the benefits (and the pleasures) of intellectual (and spiritual) community.

And just like the independent voters will likely decide the outcome of the next presidential election, which is, I suppose, of some importance, it will be the transdisciplinarians who will determine the “outcome” of our common quest for knowledge and wisdom—which is of paramount importance.  Transdisciplinarians are independent minded scholars and researchers, no doubt.  But it is more accurate to say that they are interdependent minded, rigorously trained participants in their own spheres of expertise but cognizant of the fact that the pursuit of the whole requires the work of all of us—from every discipline, from every sphere of authority and expertise, and from every sort of academic, religious, civic, and cultural institution.  Transdisciplinarians know they have to undertake the hard intellectual and spiritual work (but no less enjoyable and enriching for all of that) to discover (or re-discover) for themselves and future generations “how things hang together,” how to rightly pursue the unity of knowledge, and how to seek wisdom.

On transdisciplinarity

What is transdisciplinarity? Those of us who are interested in finding solutions to (or at least ways of coping with) the fragmentation of knowledge (and thus the university, and thus the human person, and thus our communities, and thus our world) had better get working on this question in earnest.  Here’s some advice from D. M. Armstrong, who is thinking about Socrates’ and G. E. Moore’s “Paradox of Analysis.”  The problem, according to them, is this:

If we ask what sort of thing an X is (a right act, a law of nature…) then either we know what an X is, or we do not.  If we know, then there is no need to ask the question.  If we do not know, then there is no way to begin the investigation.  The enquiry is either pointless or impossible.

Armstrong answers by saying,

The orthodox, and I think correct, solution of this puzzle is that we do not start with blank ignorance of what an X is.  Instead, we start with an unreflective, unselfconscious or merely practical grasp of the thing.  The philosophical object is to pass from this to an articulate, explicit and reasoned grasp of what an X is.  We do not go from black night to daylight, but from twilight to daylight.

But first we’ve got to make sure there is at least some twilight.  Armstrong again:

In such investigations it is a great advantage, to say the least, if we can securely identify instances of X.  Given such paradigms, we can to some extent tie the enquiry down.  An account of what it is to be an X is suggested by a philosopher.  If we can be sure that a is an X, then we can use other things which we know or believe about a to check the proposed account of X.  But without paradigms the whole business of testing the proposal becomes very much more difficult.

I think a problem for transdisciplinarity is that we are not sure what paradigm cases of transdisciplinary work look like, and so we are unsure how to explicate the methodology (or methodologies) that will reap the benefits of transdisciplinary approaches to research and education.  We may need to triangulate in on a clearer understanding of transdisciplinarity by working back and forth from cases and examples to the “principles” and “theories” we use to explain or “judge” the cases and examples.  As at the ancient Greek-style racetrack that Aristotle refers to in his Nicomachean Ethics, sometimes we run towards the judges and sometimes we run starting out from the judges.

Among the most important “judges”–those working to define the idea of transdisciplinarity–is the group at le Centre International de Recherches et Études Transdisciplinaires (CIRET)–the International Center for Transdisciplinary Research.  You can read the Charter of Transdisciplinarity or an excerpt from physicist and CIRET founder Basarab Nicolescu’s Manifesto of Transdisciplinarity (SUNY Press, 2002).  At CIRET, there is also a statement of the “moral project” of transdisciplinarity.  A key feature of transdisciplinarity is that it does contain a moral component, which claim itself raises issues for defining and pursuing transdisciplinarity. 

But as much as we need the guidance and direction of manifestos, vision statements, and moral imperatives, we need to see the concrete examples of transdisciplinary work bearing fruit.  I believe there are such examples, but the work done under this banner tends to run on “intuition” and “feel”–not necessarily a bad way to go, mind you, but we need to be able to codify to the extent possible how solid transdisciplinary work gets done.  We need to run towards the “first principles” of transdisciplinarity in order to then set out running from them towards profound questions and significant challenges.

Because, to paraphrase Aristotle again, the ultimate point is not to know about transdisciplinarity; it is to research, to teach, and to formulate policies by applying transdisciplinary approaches.

How to teach the teachers to teach us…?

From Maria Montessori, The Absorbent Mind (1949):

I, too, believe that humanity is still far from that stage of maturity needed for the realization of its aspirations, for the construction, that is, of a harmonious and peaceful society and the elimination of wars.  Men are not yet ready to shape their own destinies; to control and direct world events, of which–instead–they become the victims.

But although education is recognized as one of the ways of raising mankind, it is nevertheless, still and only, thought of as an education of the mind.  This it is proposed to train on the same lines as of old, without trying to draw upon any new vitalizing and constructive forces.

I do not doubt that philosophy and religion can bring to the task an immense contribution, but how numerous are the philosophers in this ultr-civilized world!  How many have there not been in the past, and how many will there not be in the future?  Noble ideals and high standards we have always had.  They form a great part of what we teach.  Yet warfare and strife show no signs of abating.  And if education is always to be conceived along the same antiquated lines of a mere transmission of knowledge, there is little to be hoped from it in the bettering of man’s future.  For what is the use of transmitting knowledge if the individual’s total development lags behind?  Instead, we must take into account a psychic entity, a social personality, a new world force, innumerable in the totality of its membership, which is at present hidden and ignored.  If help and salvation are to come, they can only come from the children, for the children are the makers of men.

I am not knowledgeable about the “Montessori method,” but there is something unarguable in what she is proposing.  The question is this:  how will help and salvation come from the children?  Who will teach them to teach us?  How will the children learn how to teach us?

On the Impossible

[The following remarks were made by yours truly to open the 2008 Metanexus Conference in Madrid]

Now to the business at hand….

MIHI QUAESTIO FACTUS SUM
(I have become a question to myself.)
Augustini Confessiones (liber X, caput xxxiii)

Who are we?  Why are we here?  In our age, it is science that purports to answer these ancient questions, while technology promises to make us even “more than human.”  But despite our amazing scientific discoveries and technological powers, are we not still “a question to ourselves?”  And what new questions about ourselves have been raised in our own times?

If we are truly to understand ourselves, our place in the cosmos, and our relation to each other and to the divine, we must adopt rich transdisciplinary approaches that cut across fields of knowledge, institutional boundaries, cultural borders, and religious traditions.  We need to explore such questions as these:

  • Is there not something inescapably “first person” about consciousness?  What accounts for this?  Can third-person, objective science give a complete analysis of first-person, subjective experience?  And can it tell us how to live our lives, how to seek virtue, or how to live together?
  • The human brain manifests a massive complexity, comprising about 100 billion neurons and 100 trillion (1014) synapses.  But are we our brains?  Or is there something we are that is irreducible to brain states?  Is there a soul—or something like it?
  • To what degree are we relational beings?   Is there an essential relation between “I” and “Other”?  Is the notion of the subject inescapably political?  What is the relationship between subjectivity and sovereignty?
  • Are there such things as a collective consciousness or a collective unconscious? Must we add “community” to the classical triad of “body-mind-soul”?
  • What are the metaphysical underpinnings of the human person?  What sort of clues can the existence of persons hold for metaphysics?  Do persons exist on a different level of reality?  And what could it mean to say that there are different levels of reality?  What are the perils for attempting to reduce many levels of reality to just a single level?
  • How might we go about a search for meaning, for what is “real and important” to ourselves? Is this a spiritual quest? A philosophical practice? An empirical exercise? How do we best approach this search, or are these questions somehow flawed?  How are we, in the deluge of data and the inundation of information, to find genuine knowledge, indeed, wisdom?

Over the next few days, we philosophers, biologists, physicists, cosmologists, neuroscientists, cognitive scientists, theologians, religious scholars and community leaders, historians and educators will discuss these and other profound questions of what it means to be a person in a rapidly evolving and complex world.

In almost all cases we are at the very beginning of the kind of work that will be exemplified throughout this conference.  A lot of what we will explore is new.  Sometimes, in the questions we choose to pursue, we happen to find ourselves playing the role of trail-blazers.  That is very exciting, indeed, to be driven by such questions. 

But critics might claim this sort of transdisciplinary work is impossible.  We might be told it is impossible to change the structures of the university to make room for this sort of work.  In a way, these criticisms might be right.  In a way…. 

As we begin our conference, I think we should call to mind the provocative opening lecture from last year’s Metanexus Conference that was offered by Philip Clayton (and if you didn’t hear it, you can listen to it and all the talks from last year at any time via podcast on iTunes).  Recall that Phil Clayton warned us that as we seek for something like the unity of knowledge, that as we pursue transdisciplinary research, that as we explore the possibilities of a vision of the “forest” of wisdom as a complement to the “trees” of disciplinary knowledge, we must guard against the dangers of moving too far too fast, that we must undertake the hard work of developing an analogous (but not necessarily identical) methodological rigor for transdisciplinary research as we have in the diversity of disciplines.  And, on the other hand, we must remember, too, the advice of The Philosopher, Aristotle, who told us to expect no more certainty in a field of investigation than that field will by nature allow. 

But how much certainty can transdisciplinary exploration be expected to allow?  Maybe we should, from time to time, ask ourselves the dangerous question:  Is what we are attempting to do—in this conference, in this interdisciplinary global network, in attempting a constructive engagement of science and religion, in inaugurating programs of transdisciplinary research—is what we are attempting to do even possible?

People like us, it seems to me my friends, are after something like “the whole story of the whole cosmos for the whole person.”  We are “after” it, because we do not have it.  We have the stories told to us and by us in our various academic fields and intellectual areas of expertise.  We have the stories told to us and by us in our diverse faith traditions and our various cultural contexts.  We have the stories told to us and by us in the very formation and structure of our institutions–educational and commercial, religious and political.  We have a lot of stories, many very good ones, some not so good, a few that are at times too grievous to recall.

But people like us, it seems to me my friends, want the “whole” story, the story of our stories, the story of how all these stories hang together.  We want a story that covers all of the cosmos, all aspects, elements, or levels of the entire cosmos—all the mineral, vegetable, animal, and self-conscious bits.  We want—if we heed Phil Clayton’s prudent warning—a whole story that does not, however, deny the validity or value of any of the other, constituent, “regional,” stories that we’ve worked so hard together to construct, that we’ve become so invested in, usually with very strong reasons for being so.  For we have “checked out” those stories to one degree or another.  We’ve developed ways to “look into” those stories to make sure they are true stories, at least as far as we know.  Clayton warns us against those who come along telling us to throw out our familiar and comfortable stories with a promise of a radically new story that will replace them.  Those kinds of stories are nothing but empty promises, hardly coherent or convincing at all.

And yet, we want the “whole story.”  We sense that the stories we have and hold dear, the stories around which we build and base our lives, loves, and livelihoods, can never be fully satisfying unless there is a whole story that gives an ultimate account of them.  We think that this is a matter of justice, in a way.  Though each of us has a story—many stories, really—if the stories should conflict with one another we worry that at best we can only say, “I simply prefer my story to yours.”  But we know personal preference, when it comes to these stories that order and regulate our lives, loves, and livelihoods just isn’t (or at least doesn’t seem) good enough.  We want to know:  Is our story the right story?  Is our story true?  And we can only know that, if we are honest with ourselves, if we know how the other stories, the stories of others that seem to conflict with our story, have turned out to be false (if indeed they are false at all).  And that, it would seem, would take the whole story, the story of the whole.

Thus, we can say that we, my friends, are on a quest for wholeness, for our own wholeness, wholeness as persons, for a world to be made whole in spite of its penchant for fragmentation.

But is the whole story, the story of the whole, the story that can make us whole persons and restore our world to wholeness…is such a story even possible?

It would seem that such a story is impossible.  It’s not just that we do not happen to have the whole story, that we could get it if only we worked long enough and hard enough.  No.  The whole story—the story of the whole—is impossible.  The whole story is impossible because it would require a complete speech, and as we human beings are beings in time, we can never get to completeness short of the completeness—if that is what it is—of death, the very end of humanity.  In short, the complete speech would be indistinguishable from silence, or no speech at all.  Anything story short of the complete speech would be, in the end, just another story, a story we’d feel we’d need—if we are honest with ourselves—another story to back it up, namely, the whole story.

So the whole story is impossible.  But we are after it.  In fact, perhaps paradoxically, that is why we are after it.  We are after it because we have not attained it…we cannot attain it, so we are after it.  As we seek knowledge, the disciplines (our intellectual stories) are formed and multiply.  Interdisciplinary studies are developed to try to leverage the successes of the disciplines and get at a “whole” story.  But interdisciplinary studies quickly become new disciplines (new stories).  So we try to move to transdisciplinary work to get ourselves some purchase, some vantage point to try to see what it is we know now that we know so many disciplinarily and interdisciplinarily distinct things.  But if we let transdisciplinary studies become the next disciplines—and I believe we will—we will still come up short of our goal—the whole story. 

Because that is impossible.  It is impossible that we should come up with the whole story, with the complete speech.  And yet it is that impossibility which drives us.  And, it is that drive for the impossible which is, in my opinion, and to draw from Aristotle again, the most divine thing in us.

You see, it is like this:  If we were to have the whole story, we would be gods.  But we are not gods, and to think that anything other than God is God is idolatry.  And to think ourselves god is the worst form of idolatry.  We could say—and if I could but convey my meaning clearly, you would not accuse me of heresy—we could say—if we say it very, very carefully—that God is, in the sense I mean, The Impossible. 

But, on the other hand, to shrink back from the impossible would be tantamount to claiming that there is no God, that there is not the Whole Story.  And, Scripture teaches that “the fool has said in his heart there is no God.”  And if there is no God, no Whole Story, then all our stories are “mere” stories, full of sound and fury perhaps, but signifying nothing.  Equivalent to mere silence (only noisier).

Our work, our honest, hard work, rests just in this space between idolatry and foolishness, between thinking we already have the whole story and thinking there is no point to seeking the whole story at all (which is another way of saying nihilism).  To remain in this space, this difficult but not impossible space, I think you will find, requires extreme discipline (so it can be disciplinary, in a way).  It requires humility (so it BOTH avoids reductionism to some specific partial story AND it avoids attempts to “overcome” or to homogenize or flatten all existing disciplines).  It requires openness (an ear for the call of the impossible drive that drives us and prevents us from resting satisfied).

In short, to undertake the transdisciplinary work we do, to find means of the constructive engagement of science and religion, philosophy and theology, to develop new notions of rigor and methodologies and non-standard logics, is difficult and demanding.  It can be no easy mish-mash of half-digested theories and awkwardly blended vocabularies, a “theory of everything” condensed to ten pages lacking footnotes!  No.  It is hard—but honest—work.  It doesn’t fit in neatly with the way our educational and academic institutions are structured.  It is not measured in just the same way as our disciplinary work.  But it is real work, and maybe, in the end, the most important work.  So long as we are persistent enough in our thinking and envisioning to remain in the tension of the space between idolatry and foolishness (which extremes, by the way, always meet). 

We might also be mindful, as we go about our work, of the place in which we are doing our work.  As we may have learned yesterday, Spain with its unique history in all the world, is sort of an impossible place.  Who but Quixote is most emblematic of “tilting at windmills,” of “dreaming the impossible dream”?  Without naïve idealism, without erasing the painful past of this great nation, we can still catch a glimmer of a brief and shining moment when a manifestation of the impossible seemed possible, a time when the great religions of the age—and their political manifestations—found a way to transcend and transform their significant differences, to give rise to something new, even though, still, alas, impossible.  It gave rise to hope.  It is a hope that I hope we still share: the hope of convivencia, of learning to live together, of healing our fragmented world and fractured spirits, a hope for new discoveries, for new possibilities that arise in the evanescent light of the impossible, for new stories driven yet tempered by the quest for the whole story.

July 11, the day many of us began our journey here, is the Feast of St. Benedict.  St. Benedict, as you may know, wrote a rule for monks living in community, a guidebook for living together.  Benedict—the patron saint of Europe, by the way—was a great manager of people.  He knew the kinds of demands that might be put upon a person in fulfilling his obligations to his or her community.  My favorite chapter of the Rule of St. Benedict is the one in which he answers the question:  What happens if I am asked to do the impossible?  Benedict advises the monk to first of all just give it a try…maybe he only thinks the task is impossible.  But what if it turns out to really be impossible?  Then, says Benedict, the monk should respectfully try to explain to the Abbot that the assigned task is impossible.  But what if the Abbot should insist?  What then?  Benedict says that the monk, with deep humility, should heed the call, and go and do the impossible.

The motto of the Benedictines is “ora et labora”—pray and work.  As we begin our work, let’s pray that it will bear fruit, that it will open new lines of research and exploration, that we will develop new relationships and new ways of understanding ourselves and our world.  And if sometimes it seems the path we’re on is impossible, let’s remember that this is actually a good sign, maybe even a divine sign.  It’s meant to keep us honest, to not let us get ahead of ourselves.  Let’s not shrink from doing the impossible.

So, in great hope, with genuine humility, and a willingness to labor diligently, COME, LET US SEEK WISDOM TOGETHER!

¡España, al fin campeona!

Congratulations to all our friends in Spain on their country’s winning the 2008 European Championship of Football!  It’s been 44 years in coming, and the only thing I can think of that’s different about this year is that the Metanexus Institute decided to hold its annual conference in Madrid 13-17 July.  Perhaps we’ve brought our friends un poco de buena suerte…?

¡Viva España!

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Photo from El País

F*@% George Carlin!

“I think he’s down there now, screaming up at us.  And I think he’s in severe pain.”  That’s from a bit by George Carlin, recently deceased.  (Why is it “deceased”?  Why not just “ceased”?  George Carlin ceased on June 22, 2008.)  In the bit, Carlin is making fun of those of us who say about our dead loved ones, “I think he’s up there now, smiling down on us.”  Carlin ponders why we never think our loved ones are headed the opposite direction…a fair question, given all we know about our loved ones!  Anyway, I’ll admit it:  George Carlin made me laugh a lot for a very long time.  I didn’t like all his positions on the issues (I only really love comedians who have positions on the issues), but whether he made me laugh until the Guinness flowed out my nose or whether he made me want to throw my pint glass (empty, of course) at him, he also often made me think.

He didn’t think much of those of us who believe (or who claim to believe) in God, but you’ve got to admit he often caught us at our hypocritical worst.  And that produced, at least in me, that kind of laughter mixed with guilt that leads to thinking about things.  But that doesn’t exactly make him a great philosopher or fount of deep wisdom.  Just because what he said he said funny doesn’t mean what he said was right.  But then again, just because what he said wasn’t always right doesn’t mean that what he said wasn’t always funny.  It was always funny, even when it was uncomfortable.

For instance, some people (not me) find Carlin’s use of the 7 Words You Can’t Say on TV makes them uncomfortable.  I am using the lexical strategy of writing F*@% instead of…well, you know…, not because of my sensibilities because of yours (potentially).  It’s called being polite.  Carlin would not make that concession.  He didn’t like tradition or custom of any kind.  For him, it was all bullsh*t and it was all “bad for ya.”  But he does say in his latest HBO show–tellingly, and maybe not in the sense he meant it–that “bullsh*t” is the glue that holds this country (any country, any society, any culture) together.  Where Carlin reads “bullsh*t” as “known to be untruth, (and therefore a lie)” I read it as “something gratuitous and contingent that could’ve been otherwise.”  We both agree that things like whether to doff your hat at the passing of the American flag or whether to wear a tie in formal circumstances is not THE TRUTH of THE WAY THINGS REALLY ARE AND HAVE TO BE.  But we need just those things to have a human life, however dangerous we let some of that bullsh*t become.  My cat does not bullsh*t, but my cat is not human.

HBO is running his latest live show, “It’s Bad For Ya!.”  Carlin’s opening:  “I’d like to begin by saying, ‘F*@% Lance Armstrong….  And while you’re at it,  f*@% Tiger Woods, too….  I’m sick and tired of being told who to admire in this country.  Aren’t you sick of being told who your heroes are supposed to be?”  I couldn’t agree more.  I liked George Carlin ever since I was a kid.  He made me laugh. He made me think.  But to read some obits, Carlin was supposed to be some kind of hero.  The guy who did Al Sleet, theHippy-Dippy Weatherman; the guy who is best known for saying a particular  set of 7 words on television; you mean to tell me that that guy is a hero???  Well, F*@% George Carlin!

I think he would’ve wanted it this way.  I think he’s down there now, smiling up at us.  Or perhaps that’s a grimace…hard to tell from SUCH a distance….

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 R.I.P.

“this indescribable taste of existence…” (on W. Norris Clarke, S.J.)

Over the course of my life, I have been blessed with great teachers.  I was saddened to learn that one of my favorites passed away on June 10 (our son’s birthday, as it happens).  Fr. Norris Clarke, S. J., (1915-2008) introduced me to the the work of St. Thomas Aquinas and to the profound pleasures of metaphysical exploration.  A couple of decades ago, he was visiting professor at Villanova University, where I was working on my MA.  I still have a copy of the first edition of his book, The Philosophical Approach to God (Wake Forest University Press, 1979; a second revised edition was recently issued by Fordham University Press).  He sold it to me out of his briefcase after I expressed an interest.  Although I haven’t been in a classroom since the late nineties, I still have all his lecture notes on Aquinas close at hand.  When I was teaching, I shamelessly stole his “The Sad Adventures of Substance in Modern Philosophy” talk (I confessed this to him when I ran into him at a conference, and he granted me absolution).  In 1980, the American Catholic Philosophical Association awarded him the Aquinas Medal.  I have here a copy of Vol. LIV of the Proceedings of the ACPA, which contains his Medalist’s Address:  “The Philosophical Importance of Doing One’s Autobiography.”  In it, Fr. Norrie (as we called him) writes:

Why is it important to do one’s own autobiography?  The answer lies in what it means to be a person in the peculiarly human mode.  To be is to be one, as St. Thomas and indeed all great metaphysicians tell us.  And to be a person, he tells us again in what I consider one of the simplest and deepest of all definitions of the person, is to take conscious self-possession of one’s own being, to be master of oneself (dominus sui).  But our incarnate human mode of being a person necessarily involves living in a body whose life unfolds successively across time, whose life is therefore inevitably dispersed across time.  Time is the mode of a being that is not totally present to its whole self.  Hence we have a problem in fully being ourselves, in taking full self-conscious possession of our own being, that is so essentially a history, a story.  If we let our own past slip behind us, drift away downstream unretrieved, save for occasional vivid episodes that stand out like isolated islands above the flow, then we have lost hold of a part, an ever-growing part, of our very selves.  If we wish to know in full self-consciousness who we are, we must assimilate and integrate–self-consciously and deliberately, I think–at least the key moments and phases of our own past, so that the meaningful pattern hidden within them emerges into our self-consciousness, so that our lives reveal themselves as a meaningful story, and not just a collection of unconnected slides about our past, stored up in more or less accurate memory. […] For, unlikely as it may seem to some, there always is some pattern to be discerned, even if so many of the moments seem to be negative, shadow-filled, making a step backwards rather than forwards.  It is not necessary to write down this autobiography, though it certainly helps.  It is enough to reenact it within one’s own inner consciousness–it can even be done quite briefly and still quite fruitfully–but it must be done consciously and reflectively, looking always for the pattern, the connected weave, of the story.

Fr. Norrie wrote much and eloquently on the nature of the human person.  For him, the human person is an “embodied spirit” that is essentially self-possessing, self-communicating and relational, and receptive.  Thus the human person always is who (and not just what) she or he is in relation to others and to the world.  For Fr. Norrie, it is no accident, for instance, that he had such a love of high places.  It was he who helped me discover the relationship between metaphysical inclinations and physical heights and expansive vistas.  In his Medalist’s Address, he relates one of my favorite stories about himself:

Some German philosopher, whose name I have long forgotten, many years ago drew up an impressive list of the correlation between some experience of high places, mountains, etc., and the lives of great metaphysicians.  E.g., St. Thomas was taken at the age of six to live at the great Benedictine monastery of Monte Cassino, perched, as many of you know, on the edge of a mountain with a vast perspective over the surrounding countryside.  For myself, I remember with the utmost clarity how I used to love to climb the highest trees I could find, perch myself securely in the crotch of a branch, and look out over the surrounding territory, with a wonderful feeling of expansion of consciousness.

Most exciting was when, at about 14 or 15, I would climb up the great towers of the George Washington Bridge from the river shore to the roadway, some 300 feet above.  It was not really that difficult or dangerous if one had rubbersoled shoes and cool nerves.  I had a sufficient supply of both, and the expansion of consciousness was tremendous.  Even better was to climb up the sheer five-hundred-foot-high cliffs of the Palisades on the other side of the river, finding a niche two thirds of the way up, and sitting there quiet and all alone–I did my serious climbing alone–contemplating the vast panorama of the river, and feeling somehow intuitively  and inarticulately the vast hidden forces of nature supporting me and making the whole world pulse with life, and then hidden behind these and woven somehow through everything some still vaster mysterious unifying Presence, which I thought dimly must be something like God.

This particular climb, as I realized later and perhaps even then, was really quite a dangerous one, requiring considerable skill and a large supply of cool nerves.  When I first tried it, at a place I discovered to be the best, just abouve a large sign, “No Climbing Here,” I had made it two thirds of the way up and then got stuck, and could move neither up nor down.  Looking down, I saw the traffic all stopped on the river below, motorists shouting and gesticulating at me to come down, then a contingent of police yelling they were going to arrest me.  I shouted back.  “Come and get me; I would love to get arrested; anything to get out of here.”  But I knew they would be afraid to climb up after me.  Then they said they would get a rope and pull me up from above, and departed.  I realized that if they did rescue me I would promptly end up in the local cooler, a disgrace to my family, etc.  On studying my situation more carefully I discovered there was a bulge of rock to my right and I could see only that there was a niche for my foot beyond it.  If there was one for my hand higher up, which I could not see, I could swing around and from there on it was easier going and I could get away.  A decision had to be made at once.  With a prayer and a hope, literally not knowing whether death or life awaited me, I gathered up my courage and swung around the rock into space.  Luckily, as you can see, there was a handhold.  I caught on, quickly snaked up the rest of the cliff and fled into the bushes to watch just as the cops arrived with ropes to pull me up and arrest me.  But something mementous happened to me as I swung out into space, suspended between being and non-being.  At that moment I suddenly broke through to the felt awareness of existence as such; I felt the bitter-sweet but extraordinarily exhilarating taste of actual existence in my mouth, the taste of its infinite preciousness and yet precariousness and of its unspeakable difference from non-existence.  I felt I had somehow broken through to a new level of consciousness, and this indescribable taste of existence still lingers in my mouth today, almost as clear as it was then, fifty years ago.  It still nourishes my metaphysical intuition.

Fr. Norrie now has the highest possible vantage point for seeing the truth, beauty, and goodness of what is.

As a Libran, I operate under the sign of the balance scales, and so I am given to being an “on-the-one-hand-and-on-the-other” type of guy.  Sometimes I find myself drawn to the highest heights (despite the lingering remnants of youthful acrophobia).  Sometimes I like to keep low to the ground.  As I reflect on my own life, as I try to find the patterns and the key moments, I know that the couple of years I spent at Villanova in the mid-eighties  made a lasting impression.  That’s where I met Fr. Norrie (and St. Thomas) and that’s where I met Jack Caputo (and everything that seems to slip away from a Thomistic approach to philosophy).  Since then, these two teachers have been (unbeknownst to them) riding on my shoulders everywhere I philosophically go.  Fr. Norrie is always somehow whispering in my right ear (definitely the right ear), while Jack whispers in my left (definitely my left ear).    Fr. Norrie seemed to me a Romans 8:28 kind of guy: He seems to be whispering to me: “And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose.”).  Jack is more like a Philippians 2:12 kind of guy (sort of).  He seems to be whispering:  “Work out your salvation (s’il y a…if such there be…) with fear and trembling.” Fr. Norrie always knew there was a “pattern,” a “connected weave,” a coherent “story.”  Jack “hopes against hope.”  I am most grateful for this stereophonic education.  (You can get a little taste of what it’s like being in the middle of this conversation in a book edited by Gerald McCool, S.J.,  entitled, The Universe as Journey:  Conversations with W. Norris Clarke, S.J., published by Fordham University Press, 1988.)

Wish I could have said thanks one last time….

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Requiescat in pace.

Shermer on Sokal

Michael Shermer reviews Alan Sokal’s latest, Beyond the Hoax in the New York Sun.  Shermer writes:

Why did academics fall for it [the famous “Sokal hoax,” that spoofed postmodern “theorizing”]? The hindsight bias and the confirmation bias. Once you believe that science holds no privileged position in the search for truth, and that it is just another way of knowing, it is easy to pull out of an article like Mr. Sokal’s additional evidence that supports your belief. It is a very human process, and since science is conducted by very real humans, shouldn’t it be subject to these same cognitive biases? Yes, except for one thing: the built-in defense known as the scientific method.

There is progress in science, and some views really are superior to others, regardless of the color, gender, or country of origin of the scientist holding that view. Despite the fact that scientific data are “theory laden,” science is truly different than art, music, religion, and other forms of human expression because it has a self-correcting mechanism built into it. If you don’t catch the flaws in your theory, the slant in your bias, or the distortion in your preferences, someone else will, usually with great glee and in a public forum — for example, a competing journal! Scientists may be biased, but science itself, for all its flaws, is still the best system ever devised for understanding how the world works.

Shermer is exactly right.  (But science is not the sole arbiter for what it all means.)